A UFO is an Unidentified Flying Object. The flying object in question is a space shuttle populated with bug eyes beasties intent on world domination. And if you know it's a spaceship, then clearly you have identified it as a starship, building it's cities on Rock & Roll. And rogering the shop window dummies.
Could be worse - they could be rogering Crash Test Dummies. Mmmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm....
Anyhoo, by now it has surely become an IFO - an Identified Flying Object.
I mean, you don't see reports in Atlantean newspapers about Unidentified Floating Objects, do you.
Actually, that's probably because the paper's far too soggy to read. But imagine:
You go for a walk in the sunken surroundings. You bung a fishbowl over your bonce like a divers helmet, and trundle off to some aquatic Asda. You glance up, and some huge cigar shaped object is floating in the 'sky'! Being brought up under the sea by shrimps, you probably have no idea what a liner is, so you probably waggle your fingers in imitation of your parental prawns tenticular talk. Then you run home and ring up the Weekly Watery News to say how you saw a UFO.
With Elvis at the helm, holding a potato with the face of Jesus on it, being raped by Bigfoot as Batboy watches on.
You know in America, sometimes it rains fish? Or frogs. Anyhoo, I wonder what it rains it Atlantis?
Something improbably land based.
Humidity is risin'
Barometer's gettin' low
According to all sauces,
The street's the plaice to go...
...if you want to be showered by men in posing pouches and macs, brandishing their umbrellas and doffing their hats.
Hur Hur Hur... "Brandishing you umbrella" and "Doffing your hat"... there just has to be a euphanism there somewhere!
Still, at least it's an umberella, and not Bella Emberg falling out of the skies!
