This is only a manuscript of a story, a wholly improbable tale. Please do not attend the unfolding of this dark tale if you're in any risk of an erotic disposition.
So, to the Pointdexter. Once upon there was a man called Correction and a correction called Man - not related. This man (not related to Man) had a vision of a pure temple free of violins, so he joined the Temple of Jedi Kites.
The Correction (Man) had a very contemporary Dutch (not related) associate called Reuben van der Leun, also known as Ruben. After these two gentlemen met at a tea party advocating the German model in future discussions in the Temple's vast corridors, they vowed to bring the Jedi Kites down, back to the basics and their fronts triumphantly side by side.
But in the year that followed that other one, there was a fatal discussion between the two gentlemen that resulted in the fatal percussion of DOOM and all of its baby modifications throughout the bland land. Correction had realized that there was something very wrong with their scheme, something wrong with the correlation of the Universe's powers, something abysmally scant with the Temple's cortex that it had to be fixed.
As a Man of No Relation, it was only fair to proceed with this rectification with his very own Van Mundegaarde, Reuben van der Ruben. But what's this? Unanimous response from the Ruben? Yes, said some. But Ruben said:
"I digress. /_\"
Heartbroken and delivered, Correction decided to leave the Temple of Jeremiah's Knapsacks or whatever and was never heard of again. Not in a year, not in a two, not in Waterloo. "For I shall never return!"
Unlike Correction, the wheel in the sky descended and gave the Dutchman an important task:
"YOU MUST COME OUT OF THE MACHINE AND APPEAR TO THIS MAN"
"This man, you say?" said RuBen.
"YES", says Wheel in the Sky.
"YOU WILL NOW BE KNOWN AS BURRIE, MY YOUNG RUBEN. GO AND MAKE THE WORLD PROUD!"
TO BE CONTINUED
So, to the Pointdexter. Once upon there was a man called Correction and a correction called Man - not related. This man (not related to Man) had a vision of a pure temple free of violins, so he joined the Temple of Jedi Kites.
The Correction (Man) had a very contemporary Dutch (not related) associate called Reuben van der Leun, also known as Ruben. After these two gentlemen met at a tea party advocating the German model in future discussions in the Temple's vast corridors, they vowed to bring the Jedi Kites down, back to the basics and their fronts triumphantly side by side.
But in the year that followed that other one, there was a fatal discussion between the two gentlemen that resulted in the fatal percussion of DOOM and all of its baby modifications throughout the bland land. Correction had realized that there was something very wrong with their scheme, something wrong with the correlation of the Universe's powers, something abysmally scant with the Temple's cortex that it had to be fixed.
As a Man of No Relation, it was only fair to proceed with this rectification with his very own Van Mundegaarde, Reuben van der Ruben. But what's this? Unanimous response from the Ruben? Yes, said some. But Ruben said:
"I digress. /_\"
Heartbroken and delivered, Correction decided to leave the Temple of Jeremiah's Knapsacks or whatever and was never heard of again. Not in a year, not in a two, not in Waterloo. "For I shall never return!"
Unlike Correction, the wheel in the sky descended and gave the Dutchman an important task:
"YOU MUST COME OUT OF THE MACHINE AND APPEAR TO THIS MAN"
"This man, you say?" said RuBen.
"YES", says Wheel in the Sky.
Originally posted by RuBen:
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"YOU WILL NOW BE KNOWN AS BURRIE, MY YOUNG RUBEN. GO AND MAKE THE WORLD PROUD!"
TO BE CONTINUED