Beyond the Black Hole

Oh my, what is that smell?

Well, if you thought that mice, cats, dogs and birds stunk when you zapped the crap out of them with a ray gun, you ought to smell what a tank full of ugly orange colored fish smells like when you zap the crap out of them. I sure am glad that I finally found the right size battery to power my ray gun. Take my advice, when you purchase your next one, make sure it does not take K-cell batteries. Do you know how hard they are to find? I finally found a place called Radio Shack that sold all kinds of cheap electronic equipment, but thankfully had a good stock of K-cells. I bought a gross. And speaking of gross, do you want to know what is really gross? The face of some stupid pimple-faced Radio Shack clerk after you zap the crap out of him with your ray gun. It seems that he was unfamiliar with the galactic exchange rate and threw a fit about me dumping a pocket load of zapped stinky orange colored fish onto the counter as payment for the 144 K-cell batteries. He got so hot he looked like he was about to explode. I felt it was only fair to assist him in his quest by giving his fat head a little zap from my ray gun and it exploded in such a lovely array of colors.