affame_le_geant_gold_star fyn gula as the earth groaned and creaked around the sun and boffden the beardless gnome's digital video message inside the alcance del mundo came to an end, a generic computer-like voice informed puppertwinkle to press the red exclamation point button. it was enamel. and so, the little dog, with some measure of caution, went ahead and pushed it, for as frau werzenwozen once said, "life doesn't require ideals, it requires standards of action." he was apprehensive as usual because he knew exclamation points to be symbols of everything gone wrong. but, we know they can be precursors of delightful surprise as well as celebrations of pleasure. the alcance del mundo's tiny screen went blank and a peculiar noise resounded, similar to that of an ATM machine printing its transaction receipt. it proceeded within it as if something was being manufactured. unexpectedly, a small piece of teal colored waxed paper emerged at the underside of the scope. puppertwinkle lightly tugged at it and found all the tension he was feeling disappear like the orange sun into the tranquil pacific, for what he discovered on the paper was a gold star and a simple exclamation of praise. "para su buen servicio." (for your good service.) with minor difficulty, (puppertwinkle always thought it sucked not to have human fingers) he peeled off the shiny sticker and placed it, with a moderate sense of self worth, upon his forehead. as though walking on air, puppertwinkle moved about with a well earned confidence. boffden's recognition gave him renewed motivation and energy. he returned the scope and rummaged through the black tissue of the glass case until he located the package of adhesive that would make affixing the wings of feignez to the back of saumboo possible. before inspecting the contents, he checked on his master to see if his curiosity was reignited, but was relieved to find him not only asleep, but snoring with fucking abandon. "thank God," puppertwinkle thought to himself. "if i work quickly and effectively, saumboo will not know what it is that i have done to him." the little dog began to tremble. 021001 what's it to you? who go blather from