Death to Pluto!

[Ghanima]

I’m trying to think of another pun, but I’m spacing out here.

[Earthworm_Jim]

I’ll bet you think I’m going to slink outta this thread with my tail between my legs, but I’m not licked yet! I’m styxing around. Hey, dese puns are getting pretty bad.

[AncientHumanoid]

It’s a self perpetuating plutocracy.

[Ghanima]

No they’re not, they’re out of this world!!!

[Jayn_Newell]

@NoClueBoy

It’s a self perpetuating plutocracy.

I thought it was plutonian republic.

[Tuckerfan]

@legion

What’s with all the doggy jokes?

Haven’t you been here long enough to know that it’s our style?

[Earthworm_Jim]

@Ghanima

No they’re not, they’re out of this world!!!

This platonic Plutonian pantomime helps pass a pluvial evening.

[dogbutler]

@Tuckerfan

Haven’t you been here long enough to know that it’s our style?

Our style went out in the 1920’s, and came back just once. in 1960. for twenty minutes.

old joke:
Mickey Mouse gets a divorce from Minne. At the hearing the judge asks if the reason is insanity. Mickey replies: "I didn’t say she was crazy, I said she was fucking Goofy.

[archmichael]

I say we dust off and nuke Pluto Nash from orbit

[Earthworm_Jim]

@dogbutler

Our style went out in the 1920’s, and came back just once.

With pie?

[Max_Carnage]

@archmichael

I say we dust off and nuke Pluto Nash from orbit

It’s the only way to be sure Eddie Murphy won’t inflict us with more “comedies.”

[Qadgop_the_Mercotan]

@Polycarp

However small it may be, Pluto, with Charon, is quite distinct from Qadgop or Quetzalcoatl or whatever that #10 iceball is called. (I refuse to try to spell it or even call it by the right name; that name looks like the efforts of a creative sixth grader with no idea of how to use the dictionary trying to guess how to spell “choir.” I’d rather honor our own resident Mercotan.)

I’m touched, Poly! But just so you know, the last time someone named a small, cold, distant stellar body after me?

I ate it.

Qadgop the Mercotan slithered flatly around the after-bulge of the tranship. One claw dug into the meters-thick armor of pure neutronium, then another. Its terrible xmex-like snout locked on. Its zymolosely polydactile tongue crunched out, crashed down, rasped across. Slurp! Slurp! At each abrasive stroke the groove in the tranship’s plating deepened, and Qadgop leered more fiercely. Fools! Did they think the airlessness of absolute space, the heatlessness of absolute zero, the yieldlessness of absolute neutronium, could stop QADGOP THE MERCOTAN? And the stowaway, that human wench Cynthia, cowering in helpless terror just beyond this thin and fragile wall. . ."