Airport Conquistador With A Hangover.

A disturbing joke to me would be the discovery of a religious comedian who formed a church on that other moon, the one we want to stick a Roman torture device on, the real pagan sexy one. Astronomical anomaly. The question is who is going to hug enough trees to maintain ecological viability long enough to grow wood for the Roman t device. Then we need to ship the t's across vast distances at a rate of $4 Goog Yen per parsec. Ok let's do virtual t's. We can even get victims to virtually travel to off world colonies and spank the nail salon quality stigmata in with your alien eyes martini. Send the Photoshop images back to the desperate to placate their lust for punishment. You could even write ouch in the bottom corner. But suppose your goal in life is to ruin the lives of the alien life on some other planet. You should probably try to divine a way to crucify bacteria or viruses. That being said let's get down to budget. Little tiny bacteria crucifixes should ideally be less expensive than that one Jesus was sunbaked on. But R & D escalates.

What if we got rid of crucifixes?

Multiplication of the little bacteria bastard overlords. Eureka, I will wash my hands after using the intergalactic outhouse, with? Pumice? How exciting, I'm so glad I left Earth  But as A Cap with A List. You can rest assured I know how to arrest rocks in space. I'm not rock enforcement. But I do dabble in moon dust and timeshares on off world battle stations.  That one was a zinger. Next time everyone duck. No stoning or bacterial crucifixes on this tidally locked world. Has anyone seen my wife? She's running the Voynich deviation via Bermuda trinity. Etruscan pizza might taste good at Miami Basel. NASA can do a robot complication. Of course I will find some Art Deco bar and write an ultra free love letter. Not to Kerouac or Hemingway of course but to the captain of the yacht and Marilyn of course. My Media (?) Femme occasionally approves of my excursions. She watches the surveillance footage and actually reads the spelling mistakes online. ABC Belle, you rule!

Let's evaporate and save the Manatees with propeller guards?

Then it's off to Haiti for some fresh lobster on a beach. Nothing sneaky. I just like Voodoo.

Has anyone seen any money? For me it has been awhile? I need to get my wife something interesting. A new kitchen? Bathroom? Technology. I could write her a new grocery list theses to tack to anyone's forehead who gives her a bad time. Great mother, Belle is sophisticated and devious. Always starting out with bronze age metallurgy. Asemic Binary Code. Translate the origin with Ai for source material. As long as she's having fun.

Beam Me Up Odin!