In the vast unending depths of space an exploratory mission, in a classified technological marvel of a craft, approach what has only been dubbed The Magic Mist. No one knows for certain what this mist is, what created it, its purpose.
It is known the mist shimmers and appears in no less than six places at once. That the classified craft has found what is presumed the original mist is awe inspiring, hilariously absurd too. In a few minutes time the explorers arrange to send an old fashion ping into the mist.
"5, ...4, ...3, ...2, ...1, ... PING," the automated devices relay back over all communications lines. "Roger, Ping away," the team captain confirms over the radio. Nothing is heard for laboriously eternal seconds.
Then, as if becoming transfixed upon some unseen point the mist fills the surrounding area and envelopes the craft. Over the radio, "I don't want to set the world on fire, ...," sings aloud. The mist shimmers and it craft and all vanish from sight and possibly this universe and the next eight.
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Voice over: Will the team captain realize his mistake?
Has the mist destroyed the marvelous craft?
What does the little old lady in Peoria think about her pet budgie's singing?
These exciting answers and more, next time on As The Blunder Blunds, ...
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