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Journal deathcloset's Journal: Epilogue

"it's really amazing how the space nazi's spaceships all look just like the Empire's space ships from star wars eh?" Said Bill Gates.
We stood atop a moutain watching the flaming remains of the Space Nazis spacecraft falling to the planets surface.
I said, "it's a good thing we have these space-time shields around us, because objects of that mass," I pointed to the triangular spacecraft, which was so exactly like a super star destroyer that It was a practical copyright infringment, fracturing the crust of this planet like a knife cutting a pie, "Carving up the crust of this planet like that with all that magma," I said magma like dr evil from austin powers but neither Bill Gates or my brother laughed.
I continued. "As I was saying, these space-time shields will allow the super dense mile high waves of magma, sections of earth and other super-physical phenomena of this event to pass by and around us while we watch through visible light and comfotable audio filters."
"and I payed for them right?" asked Bill Gates.
"yes, you payed for everything homeboy" I responded.
"Dope., good times." and we gave each other the esoteric, hip-pop-esqe handshake we had invented earlier when were crawling through that same gigantic, exploding-spaceships vents.

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