This thread really tortoise a few things.
It was a six-fingered tortoise? :o
He’s Yertle!
Oh, let me think, let me think, what can I do?
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no no no no no
I see what you did there. Here, have an origami unicorn.
I flipped a tortoise in Reno just to watch it die.
And the correct question is “Which end?”
It’s obvious, my name is Achilles, and according to my buddy Zeno, if I allow the damn thing to get ahead of me I’ll never get anywhere.
Don’t ask me why, I’m a warrior. This sort of thinking gives me a headache.
Yertle, is that you?
Because it just wouldn’t slow down, dammit.
It was a blue tortoise
I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tanhauser Gate. Tortoises, flipped over, dead on their backs. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.
You all failed to realize that there is not going to be a tortoise in the middle of the desert. It’s a trick question.
The tortoise is the boy’s mother.
Because I’m testing the tortoise for divinity. A real tortoise could turn itself over by itself. I’ve seen them do it a number of times. It’s quite a neat trick.
Only a silly small god without any common sense could not turn itself over. Ergo: turtle can’t turn=small god=anything I want if I wait long enough (and if I go find him a few followers so he has the power to do some granting.)
You’re the one telling the story, you tell me why I’m not flipping it back over.
Let me try a serious answer.
Somebody wrote something on the tortoise’s belly? Like instructions to get to the nearest oasis?
Is there something special at all about the tortoise?
The tortoise hasn’t been flipped over; the desert has.
Cause I put a ten spot on the hare.
Thanks. How’re your folks?