
Intergalactic anorack merchant Bork Zungalow was feeling enthusiastic.
He had just been to Korilla, the galaxy’s wettest and windiest planet, and had left with a rocket full of coats.
‘If you can’t sell jackets on Korilla, then you may give up‘, he’d thought.
But.
- Earth was different.
- It showed promise.
- A crowd gathered the minute he landed.
- They gasped in amazement as he spoke.
Bork unfangled his onterior spline and fomgulated nitric acid from his uppermost snout onto the garment.
Several onlookers fainted.
‘I know it’s a shock, but these really are the best jackets in the galaxy’, he neighed.
