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once upon a time there was an old old man with an old old wife. they loved each other very much but they weren’t very happy at the time, the old old couple, as the old old man was busy being an astrophysicist and doing gay things for work and hence therefore couldnt give his wife the attention she craved. so one morning while the old old man was out for his daily walk because this is long ago there was no coronavirus his wife attempts to sabotage his life’s work because she is one petty bitch e.g. akash moirangthem. by the time the old man returns, the wife has had time to reflect upon the decision she so hastily made and prays to allah he doesn’t realize what has happened. but alas oh no he does. but however wait he cannot be sure it was her who did it so she decides to play the fool as you and i would say. she hears him tapping away at his computer adjusting his telescope and swearing to himself. by god jesus christ she feels her heart about to jump out of her ass. minutes turn to hours and she feels dehydrated from all the sweating and shaking and feeling like a anxiety attacks. finally, at long last, the tapping ceases. complete silence befalls the farmhouse they bought long long ago from some woman they call lembi. after an even longer spell of pin drof silenced the old old man walks into their bedroom. he says, “jesus fucking rodriguez man i have stumbled upon something horrifying”. all her thoughts of maybe doing the right thing by telling the god honest truth leave her mind as she sees the look of horror on the old old man’s wrinkled ballsack of a face. “what happened my dear :-O?” she asks. and to her surprise and relief praise the lord he says, “i just discovered sign of life in the craters of the moon”. the wife cannot believe her eardrum. by god’s grace she had lady luck shine her homo unto her sweet baby jesus. “that is wonderful news my sweetheart but come let us sleep now” she says, unable to resist the sweet taste of sleepy victory she has achieved over the clutches of destiny. “oh no my dear i must tell the world!” he says, and goes off back to his cheap vaio laptop from a decade ago to preach to the masses as the old old wife falls into deep slumber with a smile on her face. she awakens the next morning to find her old old husband lying dead on the floor with his telescope smashed and vaio nowhere to be found. “oh no” she gasps as she realizes it is the one and only CIA who has killed this old old man for spreading the truth. vowing to avenge the love of her life, she rummages through the belongings of the old old man for she is so sure of his genius, so confident in his ability to think ahead that she knows he would have kept some proof away from prying eyes. after hours and hours of picking through loser virgin trash she finally finds it: a remarkable snapshot from the old old man’s telescope, with a resolution high enough that one could see the presence of microorganisms within the innumerable craters of the moon. she makes a hundred copies and mails it to everyone she knows before heading to the sherrif’s or sheriff’s office with the information she has gathered. “you must help me mr. inspector please. my husband was killed by the CIA to cover up the fact that the moon has micro organisms floating about its craters!”. the inspector is shocked, but he is before anything a man of the law, and the day he took this job was the day he swore to give his life to uphold it. “i will help you for sure, old old woman, but tell me, do you have any proof?” the old old woman pulls out the original snapshot from her purse. “just this, the photo my late husband god rest his soul took of the moon’s craters. you can see microorganisms in it.” the inspector stares at the picture, then at the old old woman, and after an eternity of silence says, “im sorry old old woman, for i believe your late husband god rest his soul was a creepy pervert”. the old old woman stares back in shock “and why would you say something like that, inspector sheriffff??” and the sherrif or sherriff or sheriff says, “ this is a closeup of shriya bhatia’s face”