....and what's new this wednesday morning, dazzlenation?...well, first of all - i can remember carla telling emet "he's in that building - somewhere" (in the modern city of jerusalem)...emet duly found 'him' - along with several other old-timers....a sort of 'panel' ('dragons' anybody?) - seated behind a table, in a room....with a camera on a tripod, facing them...they had been setting a frequency program...emet had stepped into their field...a sort of test transmission number...and yes, carla had seen something similar....decades before (the same 'panel' of space cadets but younger, perhaps?)...anyway -whilst at the paris school....and after she had eaten too much of the drugged 'cake and icecream' that is...before a 'showing' of the northern lights...."i can see faces behind the green" etc etc....appeared to be in military uniforms with their names upon etc etc....back to emet - who was to tell them that he would like to join them....they began to discuss his intrusion, in a language that he didn't understand....he then OBE'd (presumably somebody had come up behind him with a stun-gun or something like that) and began to view the camera on a tripod, as a lump of 'green slime'....anyway, they were to allow him to join them....apparently they would need a 'caretaker' upon their next mission....which turned out to be that elon musk number etc etc...oh and there's more.....younger's 'tardy' mate had known all about them..."they are trying to disprove space is curved"....he then added...."they think that it is round".....lol....anyway, i had once drawn an 'in triangles' number, in my maths exercise book for mr edwards...which had encapsulated the lot, let us say....and i was to call it the 'oven glove'...and having had another look at it....i was to think about that cryogenics number...a bit like sailing a fridge into an oven.......go figure:
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