> ukulele skywalker was flying a tie-dyed fighter (a u.s. army hippie, > seen more in modern times) through interstellar space > > suddenly a bunch of qwerty-wings came on his tail! > > ukulele skywalker: “r3ptu, this doesn’t look good; can you tell me anything?” > > r3ptu: “wheet burt! prices are falling! head for the hills! give away > your crypto and hide your head in the sand!” > > ukulele skywalker went to set up an offline system and rotate his pgp keys
ukulele skywalker was all set to do exactly what his butler-bot (alternative: to act hastily) said when suddenly a fleet of dvorked-wings warped in dvorak-wings 5 and 3 [firing on qwerty-wings]: “/join local space! emacs is better! emacs is better!” qwerty-wings [firing back and warping out]: “:q! :q! :q!”
