Bigger Killer than Al Qaeda: the sci-fi sequel.

[fudgeflaps]

Meteors.

So there.

!pleased!

[jj]

Cosmic rays.
Nyaah nyaah.

[fudgeflaps]

Erm........

black holes.

[jj]

...errr. got me there.

No ! Wait !!!

Big BIG FUCKIN' HUGE GINORMOUS green aliens with furry arseholes that
spout pink custard !!!


Ha !! GOTCHA !!!

[fudgeflaps]

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Supernovae!!

Hazzzaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! (as they say in Middle-Upper England)

[jj]

OK, now you've brought the middle-class in, things are gonna get serious.


ISAAC ASIMOV's GONADAL SECRETIONS !!

[fudgeflaps]

OK, I'll consult the Oxbridge contingent.

Um, errrr................

Galileos's Pants!!!






Bugger, I thought I could blag it.

[jj]

Galileo didn't wear pants.
He was known for it, he was a right slag down at the Trevi, the Eyetie
poofter.
Copernicus said of him "'e's a bender, e's a bum-boy, 'e's a nancy, and all that shite
about orbital velocities in retrogressional gravitational fields was a load of
poodle-piss, he makes Tycho Brahe loook sane, the wop wanker, yar boo
sucks".

[Jacques]

It's Haggis Squeezing and Orange Kittins that are worse than Al-Ikea.

[jj]

I couldn't have put it better myself.
When will people get the message that celestial mechanics is not a fit
subject for humour?

I mean, what's funny about Stephen Hawking?