OT - Through Time and Space With Ferdinand Feghoot

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Ferdinand Feghoot and his wife Fran used to take their vacations on the planet Raisa in a little bungalow near the ocean, and would walk the beach a lot PLAYING DUETS ON THEIR WHISTLES.

One summer they noticed a girl who was at the beach pretty much every day. She wasn’t unusual, nor was the travel bag she carried, except for one thing; she would approach people who were sitting on the beach, glance around furtively, then speak to them. Generally the people would respond negatively and she would wander off, but occasionally someone would nod and there would be a quick exchange of money and something she carried in her bag.

The Feghoots assumed she was selling drugs, and debated calling the cops, but since they didn’t know for sure they just continued to watch her. After a couple of weeks Fran said, “Honey, have you ever noticed that she only goes up to people with boom boxes and other electronic devices?” He hadn’t, and said so. Then she said, “Tomorrow I want you to get a towel and our big radio and go lie out on the beach. Then we can find out what she’s really doing.”

Well, the plan went off without a hitch and Fran was almost hopping up and down with anticipation when she saw the girl talk to Ferdinand and then leave. He walked up the beach and met his wife at the road.

“Well, Is she selling drugs?” she asked excitedly.

“No, she’s not,” he said, enjoying this probably more than he should have.

“Well, What is it, then? What does she do?” Fran fairly shrieked.

Ferdinand grinned and said, “She’s a battery salesperson.”

“Batteries?” cried Fran.

“Yes,” he replied.

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She sells C cells down by the sea shore

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Hee Hee Wendina, That was a good one!

Your a cutie pie!

Kathy

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Good one - and in keeping with the originals. The thread title caught my attention and dragged me back to the days of cheap sci-fi monthlies - more decades ago than I care to recall.

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On 2002-11-20 15:33, Chuck_Clark wrote:
Good one - and in keeping with the originals. The thread title caught my attention and dragged me back to the days of cheap sci-fi monthlies - more decades ago than I care to recall.

Then you should enjoy this one:

Ferdinand Feghoot had just returned from a lengthy tour PLAYING HIS WHISTLE on the outermost planets of the quadrant, and the members of his club were eagerly awaiting the stories they knew he would have to relate. Over a steaming cup of raktajino, he began this tale:

"As many of you may know, some time ago the Gadxookans built a jump station to facilitate travel across the star systems in their galaxy, but they soon found that the expense of maintaining the station was not offset by shuttlecraft rentals, ticket sales, concession revenues and taxes – thus they found it expedient to begin collecting a toll at the station from each ship that came to use their facilities. I wished to visit the jump station, so I rented a shuttlecraft from the Gadxookan home planet, where I had just finished a series of WHISTLE CONCERTS.

As I slowed to approach the jump station and pay the toll, the navigation system failed and I found myself headed straight for the robotic tollbooth at 1/4 impulse speed. I managed to engage the reverse thrusters and slowed down in time to raise my shields, but I crashed into the booth itself. Thank Nrglvank my shields held, and I was unharmed, if a bit jolted – but the booth was completely destroyed. The debris hadn’t spread out more than a few millikels when a containment field was activated, holding the pieces in place. I was very impressed when a maintenance pod immediately appeared and a crew of robotic repairmen crawled out and began spreading a thick white substance on all the pieces. As I watched in fascination, they quickly reassembled the structure, piece by piece, like a jigsaw puzzle. The whole process didn’t take more than 6 or 7 srebnots, max. My jaw just about dropped to my knees when it was completed - the joints were seamless, and the booth looked perfect, just as it had before the collision.

I was very curious about this technology, so I hailed the station on my comm system and asked them about it. “That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever witnessed!” I exclaimed. “I can hardly believe it was repairable, and they fixed it so quickly! And what on Gadxooks was that white stuff they used to put the pieces back together?”
“Oh, that,” said the voice on the other end, “It comes in real handy. We use that all the time around the station”.


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“It’s tollgate booth paste.”

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B sharp, C?

[ This Message was edited by: klezmusic on 2002-11-21 00:44 ]

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oh dear

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