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>> No.16433989

The probe had to shit. Oh no I have to shit. Thought the probe. The black hole lay in front of him. Hmm yes.. what if.. yes yes that will work. With great might and heft he launched himself toward the black hole. The other probes watched, seemingly with no interest. Upon reaching the black hole he began to rotate around it. Its 1959 and I have to shit!! He cried aloud to anyone who would listen. He began to poo.

>> No.16434355

>>16433989
Golden

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Rescue agencies like di Corporation State Emergency Management Agency (Metempsia) don begin respond to di blek Orb mekkin appear. Dami'lola Oke-Okay-Osanyintolu, di oga of Zebo'X-182 say di agency go provide further updates and beg Humans to calm down. One rescue official tell read maker say dem still dey count di number of pipo wey dey affected and di record death come?

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>> No.16435160

>>16433968
Somebody cut a hole in the center my prog rock record cover. I could see right through to the LP within, the hole for the spindle staring at me like a dark, sinister eye.
"Hey," I said aloud, to my empty bedroom. "If I took the record out, I could just about fit my dick in there..."

>> No.16435926

What is the anomaly doing, floating atop the crevasses, disturbing the readings of our outposts, impeding the path of our drone's flight, ruining the beatiful scenery it now perturbs, humming as if it were alive, invalidating our theories pertaining to matter, reshaping into plasma the air around it, sinking ever slowly toward the ground, making our souls in here afraid? Call central command.