"Multiversal Mutt (4) Sports for utopia"
Franny politely piloted the Junkyard Bone to the crescent Moon. Jerky lifts his leg in the acquiesce of a humbled litter box. They view Mother Earth within the gleam of internal cockpit light--and wonder . . .
FRANNY
Blue for sorrow, for peace--
JERKY
For your freaky hair--you appear Jokerish. And no hilarity about goading United States into frivolous war to boast of muscle--everybody knows--saw C. Thomas Howell in RED DAWN.
FRANNY
I hate to semi-quote Pounding, but: There died a myriad, and of the best among them--for a botched civilization--for an old bitch gone in the teeth.
JERKY
Sports! Sports! Sports! Contact too--like a dry hump. Mandela knew to get in the ring, or piss yourself on da turf instead of being a tool. That's how to release the seed during utopia. Get in da ring! Everybody but United States and Canada fear the pigskin hit.
