scarebear.jpg In my dream of an anti-grav­i­ty rock­et­ship lived the Scare­bear. It was crash­land­ing on Earth because it was out of sol­id fuel and its pile drive[r] was fid­gety. It was good, [I sup­pose] that it flopped crunch­ing­ly right into the assem­bly bay of Amal­gam­a­tor.
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