The morning of a million suns awoke the startled state of consciousness in
the spiral nebula, and all was well.
In the nearby star system, all known forms of intelligent life ate pizza
and had root beer. Some of them were drinking diet root beer.
The million sunsets instilled a sense of peaceful calm in the cosmos, as
though a million candles had been lit, and the greyish-green caresses of
the sky handed down a perfume to the millions of tiny eyes, now winking in
unison.
Fred scored several strikes, while Barney scored an awesome 7-10 split.