VII DOROTYXABATRI

The Sharp-Philisters took their name from island and the Philist Djibouta. Hence, the Djiboutian Sharp-Philist. As I mentioned, they could break into the space-time. Their new home on the planet Colontert, where they mined the swampie, served that purpose. Huge space revenues were then spent on a developing technology and breaking into the space-time. That's how they managed to colonize FX6FEE.

Everything would have been different if ThePEACEMO, the planetary confederation, had recognized Colontert as a separate planet. They made a mistake. The Djiboutian Sharp-Philist strengthened their influence in the space by colonizing minor planets, though admittedly they sometimes had to share their influence with the Balinquist missiles. This was agreed upon at so-called Male furioustremble - and I only say that because these summits of theirs never had any official name.

Only the female citizens did their own thing of being excluded from a decision-making. But then again, they could munch on crunchee gum, suck on cockney lollipops, and eat choulen in peace while someone, somewhere, was settling on something. And basically you can tell that if they ate more choulen, they'd do better. All the inconsistencies were caused by them, the female citizens of The Sharp-Philisters. The Balinquist citizens were silent. God knows why. I guess they didn't take things personally.

But the Sharp-Philisters, and especially DorotyxaBatri, interfered in everything. They grumbled, they grumbled, nothing was ever good enough for them, until they ate everything, and so one maefee it happened that they did not set the wedge and the harmony between the Djiboutian Sharp-Philist and the Balinquist missiles was over. Like this. It wasn't that the Sharp-Philisters were unsophisticated, they didn't really care, they had theValen tobacco and could abuse themselves, but! What they didn't care about was their contempt for their own. They were manipulated by the female citizens to choose between them, or a company of female Balinquist missiles - and I'll tell you one thing. They were just arrogant. It wasn't enough for them to be smart.

They were jealous of Balinquist beauty marks, like underneathribs. And DorotyxaBatri was guess who - right. ZhaBeyMeem's mistress. And then - the Balinquist missiles were traccooed with the swampie ink! And that! ZhaBeyMeem carried badly. And even though ArtFork didn't have a traccoo, he had one in common with ZhaBeyMeem. Exactly.

DorotyxaBatri. And maybe this is where a mistake started, the unprecedented mistake of DorotyxaBatri, who mistook ArtFork for the Djiboutian Sharp-Philist. I can give her the benefit of the doubt. ArtFork wasn't a Djiboutian Sharp-Philist, but he wasn't literally a Balinquist missile either (he didn't even have the traccoo of the swampie ink at the time). There was a poofy reason everyone took him for the missile.

He lived in JibhaainHulu locality, in MarkerPlace area of 9 Devahee Street, on the ninth floor of the ten-storeyed Balinquist missiles´s building, in the apartment number 152A. That was all that connected him to the Balinquist missiles. That is, if he hadn't gotten involved in the complicated case of theA-QUA-STOKE bottlers. Except that he'd met DorotyxaBatri right around the time he was considering joining TheA-QUA-RIUSsub. But then things took a quick turn, and one morning, as he was leaving Dorotyxa's open lap (she was contemplating the cardiac abortion sometime around that time, and later actually underwent one), and if it hadn't been for the taxinbo he'd boarded, he probably would never have been mistaken for the Balinquist missile.

So A-QUA-STOKE. YoOilydrop into the sholtar Tamil oh centurial quasar. And a taxinbo that desperately needed to pump up theYoOilydrop, and ArtFork in the back seat. And a rechargeable fleckr tied to the paradigm of YoOilydrop into the sholtar Tamil oh centurial quasar. The quasar that produced the most YoOilydrop of all. And ArtFork, in the back seat, in his hat, brown coat, koleym on the eyes, happened to catch a glimpse of a taxinboer, not to mention that ArtFork was not originally from FX6FEE, but from Wetlandbad, so he didn't know all the ins and outs, clapping his hormovad to a teflaine moxibir.

Nine, two, three, eight, twenty-two-eight, one hundred and eight, nine, two, koshmir, twosteer, sexuel, eighteen waterangles, three hundred and eight koshiveshers, thirty-two tables, fifty-one komens, twenty-eight smeyghrs. Two, nine, eight, six. End of archiving. And then, shoving something into the door of the rechargeable flecker (he didn't even know Fork the Hashabyarhashby then), he disappeared.

ArtFork stayed stuck in the back seat. He'd be there until evening, the taxinboer would lock him in, and even though he wouldn't be back, Art would just sleep through the night. Only, in a moment, there was a knock knock on the taxinbo's window. Art took off his koleym and stared into ZhaBeyMeem's eyes. ZhaBeyMeem was already the hokenshir back then, so there was quite an age difference between him and ArtFork. But they each came from different places, so if you sat them next to each other, you wouldn't know how to even compare them, let alone figure out how old they were.

Well, ZhaBeyMeem didn't know that ArtFork was Dorothyxa's lover, and Fork didn't know anything about ZhaBeyMeem screwing her either. Neither of them knew, even when they were looking this close in the eyes. Only ZhaBeyMeem took a kind of distance, but it seemed during the first quintan that it was because he wanted to keep a professional distance from the newcomer. As it turned out, The FORAE had had it in for the taxinboer for a long time; the fact that he had escaped them by a wrinkle didn't matter. What mattered was the nature of the information Fork had.

"Don't say anything! From the matriarchal law OLÉ12-58 this information belongs to the Balinquist missiles." And that was the fatal sentence that assigned ArtFork to the Balinquist missiles once and for all. A law that had arisen from a Male furioustremble on the planet Martiya, in the galaxy of Hugene, in the locality Olé, Twelfth Street, apartment number 58.

This law strictly divided the information between the Djiboutian Sharp-Philist and the Balinquist missiles so that no one, ever, under any circumstances, would have an advantage over the other, and so they were forced to continue to cooperate with each other. This law brought both factions a blessing in occupying previously disunited galaxies that had failed to unify the planetary system. As a result, they were able to occupy secondary planets in a relatively short period of time, paralyzing entire galaxies, which displeased The PEACEMO. So Raggie had to resign. This is also the origin of the most famous intergalactic swear word, You Raggie One, which referred to a lack of foresight. Foresight was the most valuable commodity. Well, I wish it were. It could be acquired.

Well, that memorable sentence was spoken by ZhaBeyMeem. And thanks to him, ArtFork met NamastFinger, who at that time was already working for The DOWNSLIP with its main headquarters in Kamkeeno, headed by Moleynee. Moleynee was interrogating him in that maefee. "Nine, two, three, eight, twenty-two-eight, one hundred and eight, nine, two, koshmir, twosteer, sexuel, eighteen waterangles, three hundred and eight koshiveshers, thirty-two tables, fifty-one komens, twenty-eight smeyghrs. Two, nine, eight, six. End of archiving," Fork repeated.

"Once again! I didn't have time to write it down." "Nine, two..." "I ended up with the koshiveshers," Moleynee raised his eyebrows. "... three hundred and eight koshiveshers, thirty-two tables, fifty-one komens, twenty-eight smeyghrs. Two, nine, eight, six. End of archiving." "Got it. Honey! Where are you, let's go drum it into the central maps! You contact The A-QUA-RIUSsub and give them a quick hail." The gold-toothed redhead didn't even blink and scurried down the corridor to the praiser.

"That was awesome!" Moleynee blurted out, holding up his Heshvin budupesh. After him, they all raised their budupesh. "To ArtFork!" they all shouted loudly and unequivocally. Thanks to the data supplied by Fork, The DOWNSLIP, The FORAE and TheA-QUA-RIUSsub obtained the coordinates of a quasar where an incredible amount of theYoOilydrop flow has been occurring for many quintans. It was disappearing into the unknown. And thanks to a trivial error by the taxinboer and Fork's incredible memory capacity, the Sub-aquariuses were able to quickly enter the dimension with a specific coordinate and decommission the illegal quasar.