Although, sometimes i think about how some people need to be removed from the planet. But, that's a different subject.
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Well, Frannie and I decided we'd send them to a remote chain of islands, surrounded by shark infested waters. That is, until we get the technology to send them to their own planet. What do you think?
The camera zooms into a room where RR reclines on a chase lounge. He has on a toga, with vines wrapped around his lovely head. There are dwarves fanning him with big fans and women feeding him grapes. Some chick plays a harp in the corner. There is a line of people that snakes across the city and then the rest of the continent, of people awaiting the moment when they can lift his toga and put their sweet lips on his big, white butt. Boats arrive, planes arrive, trains arrive at each hour, with peoples from every race and tongue, making the pilgrimage to the Carolinas to kiss King Richie's Azz.
Frannie and I decided we'd send them to a remote chain of islands, surrounded by shark infested waters. That is, until we get the technology to send them to their own planet. What do you think?
Sometime, somehow, they would escape, iether from the island, or the planet, and come back to do whatever they do, again.
Frannie and I decided we'd send them to a remote chain of islands, surrounded by shark infested waters. That is, until we get the technology to send them to their own planet. What do you think?
Sometime, somehow, they would escape, iether from the island, or the planet, and come back to do whatever they do, again.
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Like in Superman 2 when Zod and his cronies escape? Well, I suppose we'd have to find a humane way to render them helpless before we send them to the island or planet.