077. Carried Away

077. Carried Away

If you’re going to ask for foreverness rather than permission, an orbital defence platform is always a handy plan B.


The Planet Without Proper Planning Permission

Hello, sir. We’re here from the local council.
It’s about your new conservatory.

Is there a problem? I’m sure I filed all the plans with the council.

Sir, we believe the building may exceed the dimensions indicated on those plans.

Ah. Yes, I wanted a little extra room for the dining table.

Sir, your conservatory is over 300 miles high.

It is? Well, I suppose I might have got a bit carried away on the roof…
Carried away!?

I don’t know what else to tell you. None of the neighbours have complained.

Yes. And do you think that might have something to do with the orbital defence platform you appear to have constructed on the top?


I’ve no idea what your deceased colleague was referring to. But just as a bit of idle chit-chat, did you know that the new Z180 X-ray lasers have an impressively slight recharge time?

Good day, sir.
Good day!

Posted on September 26, 2011 at 12:01 am in 100 Planets, Uncategorized. Follow responses to this post with the comments feed. You can leave a comment or trackback from your own site.

2 Responses

  1. cmcl says:

    Wait, did I say conservatory? I meant observatory. Close enough, right?

  2. Pattom says:

    I don’t think it’s too big a problem. I for one love the idea that he planted some X-ray laser seeds in a pot and needed 300 miles of space for them to fully mature.

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