Once, for 20 minutes. In 1960.
- penis will ensue
- when come back, bring pie
- Hi, Opal!
Make that POTATO pie!
All your Marianas Trench are belong to us
I, for one, welcome our new Trieste overlords.
Narrator: In A.D. 1960, Trieste was descending.
Captain: What happen ?
Mechanic: Somebody set up us the trench.
Operator: We get signal.
Captain: What !
Operator: Main screen turn on.
Captain: It’s you !!
Diatomaceous Ooze: How are you gentlemen !!
Diatomaceous Ooze: All your Marianas Trench are belong to us.
Diatomaceous Ooze: You are on the way to destruction.
Captain: What you say !!
Diatomaceous Ooze: You have no chance to survive make your time.
Diatomaceous Ooze: Ha Ha Ha Ha …
Operator: Captain!!
Captain: Take off every salt!!
Captain: You know what you doing.
Captain: Move salt.
Captain: For great justice.
Personally, I will be celebrating by eating a Trieste-kit dipped in Marinara.
Tripler
But only for twenty minutes.
And who will you be after those 20 minutes are up?
I guess we’ll find out soon.
I was thinking more of little souvenir vials. You know, “Actual Ooze from the deepest point in the ocean! Amaze your friends!” Kind of like they sell pieces of turf from old football stadiums.
Ooh, good one! I’ve never had a rhetorical question posed to me off of my “pre-sig”.
Tripler
Now I’m stumped.
so you’re the bottom part of a tree now?
Does anyone else find it oddly appropriate that yesterday was National Pie Day? What will we celebrate tomorrow?
Only to get to the root of the question, my friend.
Tripler
My apologies. It’s getting late, and I need to leaf to go to bed.
When come back, bring diotamaceous ooze.
Wait, let me get this straight. For 20 minutes, I have to have trench mouth because 46 years ago someone took a bath in a spherical tub?
Well…–mumbles something about going along with the crowd, even though the sores are killing me–… okay, I’m in.
:eek:
If the trench is deeper than 500 feet and the salt layer would only be 500 feet deep, would the salt layer fill in the bottom of the trench, therefore making for a gargantuan salt crevasse that would in fact be just the place to tuck a lime wedge the size of Costa Rica, for when the drinking ensues?