Little Orange Riding Hood and the Golden Fleas. "Cargonauts," Bees waxing rhetorical and Jason(but also Kevin Sorbo).
The fleas are angry, oh so angry, as well they might be, and might have been: "a Sheep is whoever dresses up as a Sheep and declares (clarifying authentically now of course) "Wolves who dress up in Sheep's clothes are Sheep."
And furthermore: Baa Ram Ewe ...
All Sheep are Sheep but ... well, we can guess the business,
Some Sheep are more authentically Sheep than other Sheep.
Whelp ...
Asking questions (even making exclamations) such as, 'but Mee Maw, what very large canines you have,' is Trump's-phobic, and signatory of being one's very being being infected with "TDS."
Or worse ... (!)
(?)
But what if 'Jason' and his cult of Golden Cargonauts were onto something, an idea for placing on offer in the marketplace of just that, a product of exquisite craftsmanship (a bottled cargo ship), namely fractal fleas ...
Decisions, decisions ... and decisions and more and more decisions, decisions, "all the way down" so to figuratively speak.
We could even coin a jerry-rigged Seinfeldian term: "Cargo Nazis" to make explicit the ultimate end of the penultimate quest.
Without answering ourselves or pretending anything other than bees waxing "rhetorical." Were in question.
Hogue's hobgoblins
By his side?
Hercules!
Invite 'em, and bite 'em.
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