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“Ordinary claims require ordinary proof,” Flax McBlack said, gathering the folds of his brow into a knot to emphasize the wryness of his lonely wit. His buckskin cap sat limply on his head as he made his way alone toward the crystal mine. The professor didn’t have the pendant key and the professor didn’t know the secret of the prehistoric aliens.

The professor, Skippy Drek, stood at the mouth of the crystal cave, hands in pocket, bobbing his head like an imitation of an imitation of Dennis Miller. The sparkle of exposed quartz glittered all about him. “I haven’t seen this much glass since the party at Jor El’s pad.” The professor giggled to himself.

Flax wasn’t laughing; Krypton was a tragedy.

Date Written: May 16, 2003
Author: Ewan Snow
Average Vote: 4

04/4/2004 scoop (4): The invocation of that Miller tool rooin'd the fantasy for me, but great last line. It's funny and true.
04/4/2004 Ewan Snow: Yeah, I hate that Miller line too. This was definitely a no-revision splooge...
07/7/2004 TheBuyer (4): With a blind eye to Miller.