[Hamster Room of the SDMB. The boards begin creaking and shaking. Plaster begins to fall. The hamsters have worried expression on their faces. Arnold Winkelried runs out into the room, screaming and gesticulating wildly.]
Arnold: Sweet Baby Jesus at a barbecue on a moped! The combined posts of handy, tracer, SPOOFE and Guinistasia have compressed into a massive black hole! We’re all gonna diiiiiiieee!
[Hamsters begin to panic. Board begins to stretch and clocks slow down noticeably. Lodrain strolls in nonchalantly.]
Lodrain: Worry not, O Administrator, for there is a solution!
Arnold: What? WHAAAAT? TELL ME, STRANGE LITTLE BOY!
Lodrain: (Pulls complicated-looking device out of pocket and holds it high. A beam of light catches it at the right dramatic angle.) THE POPEIL DEUS EX MACHINA TRAVEL GAME AND ELECTRIC BEARD TRIMMER!
[Arnold looks on in astonishment. Lodrain pushes the big red button dramatically. Device begins to emit visible pulsing waves and makes funny noises as well.]
[Cut to somewhere else in the Boards. SPOOFE, handy, Guinistasia and tracer are square dancing. There is noticable space-time dragging. Big stereo shuts down. The four stop.]
Guinistasia: Hey! What the heck happened to the music?
tracer: Aw, I’m tired anyways. c’mon, guys, let’s go do something more productive, like suck the entire world supply of popsicle sticks into a chipper to make a cheap substitute for Metamucil.
Guinistasia: It’s good to be regular.
[Pan back to Hamster Room. Lodrain is beaming. Arnold is dumbstruck and regards Lodrain with undiluted awe.]
Lodrain: Now, remember, kiddies - black holes are enormous amounts of matter compressed into a point of infinitesimal dimensions. You can prevent black holes from forming by keeping your star under 1.3 solar masses - or keeping your post count under the same. Ta-ta!
[Fade out.]
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