"On Caladan, we used to have to swim in the nude," thought Paul,

[Rabrrrrrr]

and it shrank my willy to a gom jabbar, if you know what I mean. Thufir, with those fat eyebrows, would sit on the edge of the pool fondling himself, mumbling over and over about his 'big fat sandworm', and my God, it was! Like a sandworm. Not like a sandworm's, no; his was like a sandworm. Creepy, but yet impossible not to stare. Perhaps his use of sandworm imagery, so long before we knew we would move to Arrakis, was his way of preparing me for the change that was soon to come. But how would he know? Did he too have latent prescient ability, an ability he never mentioned? Dr. Yueh (kangaroo mouse, seriously, LOL!) had imperial conditioning - was there a plot with the Emperor that they knew about to send my father to Arrakis? Did it all happen with their plotting? Was Thufir doing some "Missionaria Protectiva" with the Reverend Mother? She seemed to speak too often about getting her spice harvested. Perhaps she was speaking metaphorically? Wheels within wheels. And if Arrakis should ever become a water planet, then I must risk Chani seeing me in my own kangaroo mouse stage. I shall have to invent a religious rule to protect against the humiliation of such a thing. Wheels within wheels. We also used to play Jarts. I wonder if Duncan could fabricate such a game again and introduce it to the fremen. They seem to enjoy games that have a chance for mutilation and injury. We could play it in the nude, and I can show them what really makes me the Lisan al Gaib. 'Giver of Water' indeed. LOL! I wonder what Gurney's up to? I should go see him.

[TrogL]

1. You're sick

I love it.

[Rabrrrrrr]

2. Thanks!

[Beer on a stick]

3. Yo, fear is the mind-killer, G.

[Dr. Strange]

4. Yes!

:rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

I shall return to this thread upon the morn!!!

[Orrex]

5. Magnificent!

:rofl:

[Dr. Strange]

6. From the Archives at Dar-es-Rabrrrrrr...

Nagging him again, thought the Lady Jessica. Does she never stop? I've hated this love affair since the beginning. No wonder my son, the Kwisatch Haderach! no less, is now so overweight he can only ride a worm if a Carryall takes him up. By the Catholic Orange Bible, he's like Orson Welles in sandy overalls.

Irulan must have sensed it as well. Many times she would burst into the Imperial Throne room, catching him amidst a pile of discarded wrappers. "You're soft and fat!" she yelled at him.
"Lay off the Emperor!" the head Fedaykin yelled. "He needs the spice!"
"The spice expands consciousness--not the waistline!" she shot back. She walked up to the bulky form that was her husband in name only. "What would your father say about what you've become?"
Brushing off the crumbs of spice cake and ho-hos from his face, Paul answered, "More importantly, what would I say to him? I would say, 'You see me, Father? I am a dessert creature!'"

[Rabrrrrrr]

7. OMG! "I am a dessert creature"!

:rofl::rofl::rofl::rofl::rofl::rofl::rofl:

[OwnedByFerrets]

8. Absolutely WONDERFUL

[VMI Dem]

9. Genius.

[Dr. Strange]

10. There is a great history in this genius we call the Kwisatz Rabrrrrrr.

http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_topic&forum=105&topic_id=7593829

http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_topic&forum=105&topic_id=8696783

[Rabrrrrrr]

11. You are very kind, and I am humbled.

:thumbsup:

[Dr. Strange]

12. I am reminded of an ancient Fremen tale of wisdom.

There was a man who sat each day looking out through a narrow vertical opening where a single board had been removed from a tall wooden fence. Each day a wild ass of the desert passed outside the fence and across the narrow opening—first the nose, then the head, the forelegs, the long brown back, the hindlegs, and lastly the tail. One day, the man leaped to his feet with the light of discovery in his eyes and he shouted for all who could hear him: "It is obvious! The nose causes the tail!" Immediately his wife came over and slapped him on the side of the head, yelling, "Would you fix this damn fence already?!"