Steve Miller Banned.
The explorer sang softly to himself.
"Abra, abra-ka-drabble... I wanna reach out and grabble."
Grabble? Was that even a word? The tune had molested his head for 3,492 lightyears. And he still couldn't sing it right.
Abra-ka-cripple?
No.
The only thing for it was to sing a different song.
"Maybe it's because I'm on Onionhead, that I love onions so..."
That wasn't going to work.
"They call me Mister Laver, Laver, mmmmm."
Maybe the Fuel Scoop song...?
"Doncha wishya Viper was hot like me. Doncha wishya Type Nine was shot..."
That would do. Only 8,000 lightyears to go.
The explorer sang softly to himself.
"Abra, abra-ka-drabble... I wanna reach out and grabble."
Grabble? Was that even a word? The tune had molested his head for 3,492 lightyears. And he still couldn't sing it right.
Abra-ka-cripple?
No.
The only thing for it was to sing a different song.
"Maybe it's because I'm on Onionhead, that I love onions so..."
That wasn't going to work.
"They call me Mister Laver, Laver, mmmmm."
Maybe the Fuel Scoop song...?
"Doncha wishya Viper was hot like me. Doncha wishya Type Nine was shot..."
That would do. Only 8,000 lightyears to go.
Last edited: