Twas the first day of the Lockdown and Cone Man reflected that God Zone had morphed into the Twilight Zone. The vast majority of sky canoes were grounded and no longer burned through Ozone. Every warrior was confined to his Own Zone, excepting those who had cone maidens, in which case they were confined to Her Zone.
Dwelling alone in what was definitely His Zone Cone Man cone-centrated on his literary endeavours. "After all" he reason "why should I be bored when I could be busy boring other people?
Cone Man had heard it was permissible to leave his man cave to ride forth on his not particularly mighty steed, so long as he gave the answer 'exercise' when questioned by the Tribal Enforcers. "Thus does a man remain sane during an insane time" he mused ...
Dwelling alone in what was definitely His Zone Cone Man cone-centrated on his literary endeavours. "After all" he reason "why should I be bored when I could be busy boring other people?
Cone Man had heard it was permissible to leave his man cave to ride forth on his not particularly mighty steed, so long as he gave the answer 'exercise' when questioned by the Tribal Enforcers. "Thus does a man remain sane during an insane time" he mused ...
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