One their was a goat named Jeff. He was born in the 1930's, the good ol' days. Once he was out for a sunday stroll and he stumbled apon an acorn. It was a bit odd looking, he couldn't but his finger on what it was with this acorn. He touched it and POOF! It turned into a 宇宙 aged looking glass cube. It was perfectly square and clear, but it had a blue-ish tinge to it that made it visible. He took it back to his cottage and put it on the キッチン table. He made himself some cheese and biscuits and sat himself down 次 to the cube. He read his 'goats weekly' and enjoyed his cheese and crackers, occasionaly glancing at the cube to see if it had done anything else. When he had finished his lunch and washed his dishes, he went back to examine the cube. Jeff was a very posh author, so he always took a sofisticated glance at things. Then suddenly a metoroide hit earth. At that moment Jeff was touching the cube, and it saved his life! Jeff went outside and everyone was dead. INstead of being sad, he ripped of his clothes and partyed like it was 1699

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