Out Of This World Wednesday
When we last peered in on our beloved "guardians of the galaxies," Gary and Rosie, their trusty spazeship, the Silver Sausage, had been struck by a small asteroid, and now, after a bit of unconsciousness, they find themselves waking up in a paradise-like garden to the sound of the sweetest music, playing in the distance.
Rosie - "The trusty Silver Sausage spazeship was blammed by a miniscule asteroid, and now we are waking up in this paradisaic garden, Gary.
Gary - "What kind of garden?"
Rosie - "Paradisaic. You know, like a paradise, or heaven."
Gary - "You mean, we died in that crash, and we are in the "good place?" I never thought I'd make it to the "good place," and walk the streets of gold, fly with the angels, meet the Big Guy, play a harp, sing in the heavenly choir..."
Rosie - "Shut up, Gary! I did not say we are in heaven! This place just LOOKS like heaven! We may have been transported, somehow, to a planet that resembles paradise, smells like paradise, sounds like paradise, and has that peaceful feeling of paradise."
Gary - "Sure, Rosie. You're just in denial, like Cleopatra. Get it? In da Nile? Anyway, admit it! We died and went to heaven, there's no other explanation!!"
Rosie - There's ALWAYS another explanation, Gary! This is syfy, remember?"
Gary - "This is what?"
Rosie - "Never mind. You wouldn't understand. Changing the subject, for the sake of my sanity, I'm gonna do some scouting of this bizarre, paradisaic place, and take a look-see, like the old scouts in the western movies from Earth."
Gary - "Okay, but I'm stayin' here and wait for Morgan Freeman or George Burns to come by in a chariot and take me to my mansion in the sky."
Rosie - "Good grief!"
Could it be true? Ancient alien theorists say, YES! Of course, ancient alien theorists are idiots!
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