And why not? Why not a space raccoon hunting, raccoon hat wearing, raccoon eating Space Mountain Man? I see you little tiny humans through my fancy telescopes, and sometimes use NASA images and I read lips, and I read your lips moving and saying things like, "Yeah... sure... a mountain man in space!"
So, here I am - blogging so you know I'm real. Spread the word. I'm going to blow your mind with my philosophical postulations.
That's right, a Space Mountain Man that vaporizes space air into water through his nostrils via a chemical concoction that my genius space brain determined.
I live on the mountain, maybe it's a futuristic ship shaped like a mountain, maybe it's a full fledged mountain floating in space; you'll never know because I'm all alone out here, and that's how I like it, but one thing is for sure and that is, this mountain, whatever it is, has no gravity. It just aimlessly floats around in space.
And I walk around this mountain, day after day, and you probably think it's aimless but you don't know me.Like I said I'm all alone, until a flock of flying space raccoons enters my zone. Then I must defend my mountain from the rabid raccoons. How did they get here? Maybe you should be asking, 'Actually how did they get to Earth?'
So, why not indeed? I ask you: Why not a Space Mountain Man? Why wouldn't I flap around my arms and legs crawling upon a space mountain? Why wouldn't I dream of the taste of sweet raccoon flesh and anticipate when the next flock will enter my piece of the universe? I hope the next time I will remember to dial down the force of my space gun so that the raccoon won't be blasted off the screaming asteroid as it threatens to crash into my space mountain, but instead remain on the asteroid after I shoot it, so that I may scramble to eat it before it grows cold from death.
Oh! Will I ever successfully shoot and eat a space raccoon or will I forever crave their sweet meaty beef hidden under all that fur. The space air makes me so hungry!
