Markos returned to his appartment. He had enough of the modern french 'culture'. They were no better than those Americans they conquered.
He turned to his room mate, Brown (FN), 'I went down to the restaurant and they didn't have any cow tongues in stock! Can you believe that?'
'Yes, in fact this is the hundredth time you tried doing that, and at a Burger Queen to boot. Just give up, no one eats cow tongues anymore.'
'But they're a national delicacy! I didn't come a thousand miles to return to a degenerate culture. My great great great grandfather would be turning in his grave!'
'Well, you don't have to stay.'
'Hmmm, your right, I've learned all I can at these silly Universities. Mabey I should do something extrodinary with it.'
'Yeah, you do that, and I'll run France,' he said sarcasticly in a swifty.
'If this things real, mabey.' Markos tossed the arcaic lottery ticket onto his room mate's bed and walked out, never to be seen again. Brown looked at the ticket, and recalled a headline from yesterday's paper.
Satan Buys Snow Jacket Mabey, just mabey...
Markos left for his island to the south east. He would do wonders there. There was no room left in this world for a people who enjoyed cow tongue, so, why not leave this world altogether?
--Six Months Later--
He'd done it. He built a spaceship for all one thousand of his people. They would leave this polluted, cow tongue hating world behind. 'Let them bomb themselves, we've got the stars.'
Soon everyone was onboard, and Markos was the last on. He looked out the window. 'Sure hope this works...' But now was not the time to start thinking of the fact that no one had ever actually launched a rocket bigger than a traincar before. Especially not one shaped like a giant fish...
The countdown, well, counted down, and the launch proceeded. 3...2...1... LIFTOFF!!!
Nothing happened.
'Lets try this again.'
3...2...1... LIFTOFF!!! And the magnificant fish rose magesticly from the tiny island it had called home. Soon the fish flammed through the sky, leaving a smoke trail that said to all that remained earth bound 'WARE THE FISH!!!' And they left for their new cow tongue enjoying homes in Alpha Centauri.
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FN Brown, your turn to take the French story.
, but who cares. Since Atheists are often scientists, what about scientific+industrious? That would be Persia. Why not?
