Mardi Gras saved Toorie
Slito had been sitting in the same chair for hours, zoned out staring into the huge orange ball that illuminated his land; his land had been deemed Toorie. Slito himself was a tall, slender Toorian; he had strikingly attractive features and a domineering presence. Slito had probing green eyes; the type of eyes that could see inside of one's soul to their inner most workings. This gave him a huge advantage in any interaction for he could see through anyone to what was really going on inside them. He was the only of all Toorian's to have this ability, or of anyone as far as the Toorian's were concerned. Slito's deep green probing eyes were undoubtedly the reason for his rise into the political power of Toorie. There was one thing sure Slito was not to be reckoned with especially during his problematic times, such as now.
Jason awoke at around noon, like always, to the scorching New Orleans heat ready to do what he did everyday--nothing. Jason was pretty much the Average Joe: six foot, 185 and brown hair. For the most part Jason's life had been nothing but an embarrassment. He was not 23, however before graduating high school he had been kicked out of five schools. In fact, it was somewhat of a miracle that he graduated. It was quite the task for his parents to continue to find schools that would accept him. After his upsetting high school career, especially to his Father, he went on to the local community college, which like high school did not work out too well. Jason felt like today was a good day Mardi Gras started today, maybe he was going to find 20 $. If only Jason knew he was in for something much greater than a twenty dollar bill today.
Finally after hours of procrastination, Slito rose from his chair and walked into the adjacent room. There Slito joined his colleague and life-time friend Tito. Tito, like Slito, had a purplish blue color skin, as well as a tall slender structure. In fact, almost all Toorian's looked the same they all had the same skin pigment and bone structure. They were all the same gender and asexual as well (we know what that means). Toorian's were very efficient creatures, in order to reproduce all they required was a ball of Gloob. Gloob was essential to the survival of the Toorian's and this was exactly where Slito's problem lay. Slito took a seat in the chair next to Tito.
"Tito, what can we possibly do? We are in dire need of Gloob, without it our kind will die off," Slito stated more and more despairingly as time evasively ran against him. Toorie had long since run out of the one natural resource essential to Toorian survival--Gloob.
"Are we sure that all of Toorie's natural resources are depleted?" Tito inquired in a tone akin to Slito's.
"You think I'm stupid? That's the first thing I checked you moron. I would say we could ask one of the planets in our galaxy. But, we both know..." Slito's voice trailed off into the early morning sky. Slito knew it was implausible to get Gloob from the surrounding planets in the galaxy for two reasons. One, they almost certainly did not even have any, for that is why Toorian's inhabited Toorie, because of it's abundance of Toorian's key ingredient. Lastly, Toorie was involved in a long-lasting civil war amongst the galaxy Toorie called home. The war lasted longer than most people lived, and now that it was over the planets were forbidden to communicate amongst each other.
"I think I may have an idea", Tito's eyes lit up as he proceeded to divulge to Slito his hopefully ingenious idea.
Jason rolled out of bed after a long night of drinking, and a nasty headache. He had no where to go because of course he did not have a job nor was he in school. For Jason it was part of his daily routine to wake up late and self medicate his throbbing head. By self-medicate Jason more usually means Marijuana rather than the traditional Tylenol. That was not going to happen today though; Jason had parades to go to. His thoughts...
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