By Prospero Dae
Aren’t you glad there’s life on other planets? Yesterday I went to a Burger King on Venus. It’s a drive-through and the girl at the window was friendly (though her face was as white as a bucket of clouds). Mars has a great Wendy’s. And if you hook by on Tuesdays, you get free jumbo fries.
Pluto used to be a write-off. Now there’s a McDonald’s every few craters.
The other day, Saturn’s vicegerent on Earth was telling me about the Arby’s franchise there.
Sadly, exporting our burgers far afield will be the death knell for life in the Milky Way.
This is beautifully wrought, Prospero. I’m hating to love it.
I do hope in all these places that the “French fries” are called “chips”.
Your idea here is brilliant, and brilliantly expressed. It’s sort of Isaac Asimov in brief, and with a touch of cynicism. Well done!
Nicely done! Witty, with a cynicism that provokes a smile.
I just returned from a trip to Freiburg, Germany. A beautiful, otherworldly city with medieval towers, one of which – the Martinstor – has a mcdonalds pretty much attached to it. (Wish I could insert a pic here). Not saturn or jupiter, but a sad testimony to 20th c heritage.
And the Milky Way is a candy bar. Judging by the silence, we’ve been wholly ignored thus far. I don’t wonder why.