“Help, I’m drowning! Call the plumber! My main water pipe just split in twain from the top to the bottom, and now I’m plagued with a globe-engulfing deluge!”
“Hi there, I’m Burt the Plumber. What’s up?”
“Burt! Please help me! The floodwaters are rising!”
“Alright; first, let me put on my knee-highs. OK, I have a large coil of accordion tubing that works pretty well on jobs like this. If someone could just pass me a log of wood, I’ll use it to float over to the main pipeline. . . .”
“Oh no, Burt — it’s not safe to navigate these waters: they are rising too rapidly — don’t do it; you’ll die! — Ah, somebody, please help Burt: he’s knocked unconscious! That lightning rod over yonder slashed his overalls, and the foaming floodwaters sucked up and swallowed the piece of lumber that he was using as a buoy! Now this landscape is haunted, because all the ancient mariners have sunk in the wine-dark sea and given up the ghost!”
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