|It appears theyre at it again. Past the treeline I can see them spinning around and around. Tearing up the cedars as they creep closer. Then the one on the left takes off and out of site. The remaining one keeps churning through the brush. The ground mammals scurry out as their shelters implode. I hop on the flat cat and pay for two tickets.
These, and the other wild stories making the rounds about Gorbak 7 are pure scrodball. This is a safe and comfortable place. Accounts of a tornado of wolf peckers destroying the rainforest are entirely false. The native language does not sound like cat humping nor does the atmosphere smell like weevil dick. Who evers been making such claims hasnt spent much time on the surface. I would challenge anyone to find pools of rotting fartgrease on this planet. So if youve canceled your plans to stop-by while youre in the galaxy. Let this be an invitation to reinstate them. Gorbak 7. Wed be happy to have ya.*
*and your money.