“Oh yes… that’s the spot, right there… harder. Harder! Oh yes harder!” Sitting comfortably in his chair the Weasel leaned in, thoroughly enjoying the sight of his maid as she kneeled before him scrubbing out a coco stain from his Persian rug. If you asked him what the stain looked like, he might not even be aware that it was there, but he was quite happy with the sway of Sasha’s notables as she scrubbed vigorously in her far from restrictive top.

However the moment, unlike the stain would not last forever. With an unearthly groan overhead Lampshade knew it was time and reached over without even needing to look. Holding steady his undead butler stared blankly into space only vaguely away of the maid. His libido had died long before he had.

With envelope in hand the weasel delicately cut along the edge to retrieve the letter inside.

“Dear Doctor Weasel, my friend Thompson says space is curved. I don’t see how it is, but I didn’t really know how to argue, so I just said ‘So’s yer mom!’ So I figured I’d ask you, is he right or am I right? Sincerely, Hunter”

Smiling Lampshade set the letter aside, “Thank you, but, there’s no need to be formal. I only expect people to call me doctor when I’m wearing my lab coat, and even then it’s not my favorite role-play. As for your question, does it really matter? A thousand years ago there was a cult that believed the shape of the Universe was the left testicle of God, and that left them to ponder what the world was like in God’s right.”

“Theologians and scientists can theorize and postulate, but really we’re in the wrong position to tell. It’s as if we were a quarter eaten by a stupid child. We can guess as to what the child looks like, but since we’re on the inside we’ll never really know. Besides, there are far more important things to think about, because like that quarter on the happening stuff is on the inside and we’re just along for the ride.”

With a sly smile he skitched his chin fur, “I return, I have a question for you… just how curvy is Thompson’s mom?” And with that the Weasel looked back to Sasha, “Oh dear, it looks like there’s a spot behind you as well. Best turn around and scrub that one too!”

And with his evening laid out before him he settled in for the next part of the show, “Till next time dear readers.”