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Hail Lord Varcon ! 😂

Thursday

I searched for keywords "hfy only humans decided to save race of alien teddy bears from being enslaved by apex conquerors". This story is so close to the one I longed to hear. Humans being heroes for the helpless but kind aliens.

Nice but too long

After reading waaay too nany of these vacuous SiFi themed Poooooosts, I have become severely disillusioned. Most are pretty bad and pander to the literary unsophisticated. So, I offer here a SciFidea Snippet to jest at most of this waiste of Cyber Spoosce. Grande Admiral Vorg stares at the primary Viewport of the fearsome Queefian Empire's Heavy Battle Commode SpaceBisciit. Below twirls an insignificant blue-green ball known as Eerthe. "Inedible !" he mumbles to himself. Flushed with anticipation he prepares his armada for the upcoming conquest of this backwards planetoid. His second in command Sub-Major Squi'shit, a quivering mass of what appears to be fermented cabbage with boiled Pinto beans for eyes excitedly rushes up. Before Squi'shit can speak, Grande Admirale Vorg says, "I could smell you coming two toilets away, what do you want!" Sub-Major Squi'shit belches up "our Fweep and elite ground Turds are ready to begin the attack". Vorg bweefs back "we need to soften up their Stooles before we deploy our elite landing turds . Target their urinals and apply quantum entanglement to blick them up". "Eye-eye Admiral" poops up Squi'shit. Unbeknownst to the Queefians, the Humans detected their approach. Just before the attack, the Humans fired a volley of constipated politicians from their Out-Houses at the armada from camouflaged skeptictanks strategically positioned across the planet. "FIRE!" Earth's Supreme Commander Stand-init Poooo belched. At his command, soldiers flicked their BICS into the charging ports of their drainage xannones and a mass of hypervelocity politicos raced into the sky to slam into the Queefian armada's ships. The politicos of Eerthe punched cleanly through the toilet paper Shields of the alien sweep causing the alien auto defense proton-calls to release visual countermeasures that sounded and tasted like lilacs . In a micro-burst, the battle for Eearthe was over and the decemented Queefian fleet limped home, leaving behind a trail of toilet paper. Although the Eerthe Defenders were grateful for the respite, they knew the QUEEFIANS would return. This brattle was not over yet.

Come on!!! PROOF READ!!! repeating entire passages...