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The Attack Of The Rabillions
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"Mouse Over" the above picture to see how this poor creature fares.
Typical humor in the home of SFers.
I was conversing with my hubby,
Chris, and making reference to the well-known fact that the reason for our
olfactory sense’s tendency to be so evocative of intense memories is because
it is couched in our reptilian brain.
Employing his
ever-sharp sense of humor, he jested, “What about our rabillion brain?” (It
was only natural for him to refer to rabbits, as we have twelve of them living
here with us).
Barely keeping
giggles in check, I patiently reminded him, “We don’t have rabillion
brains, Dear. Only our little darlings downstairs do.”
He ignored me and
warmed to his topic. “Hordes of rabillions….”
“Billions of
rabillions,” I semi-echoed dutifully.
He went on
ignoring me; he was on a roll. “…From the Rabillion Empire, attacking the
Federation, firing photon torpoopiepedoes….”
I joined in,
“…Multiplying infinitely faster than any humans, Vulcans, Cardassians….”
He continued
without pause, “…Shooting phaser peenons, a caustic substance able to eat
away the hull of any starship….”
“…The hull of
any gul…or at least his ship….”
“…Herbivorifying
the entire quadrant….”
“…Able to kill
by simply smothering us under their rab – billions….”
Ah yes, it’s fun in the household of SF fans.
