Fuck it, said Max.
He detonated a suitcase bomb.
It dropped down the abyss and exploded.
The Monster Boat had an addition to it, helicopter blades
'Fuck this pussyfooting,' he said.
What if we damage any living colonies down there, like Hitler's SAS offspring.
'They'll learn to live with it,' he said as he pressed the detonation button.
A few minutes later we had a hundred-meter hole.
Below, the lake was turquoise in color.
'This could be the fucking Bahamas,' said Max, who was now in the pilot's seat, setting us on a course down to the bowel's of Lake Vostok.
I loved technology.
The air got warmer the closer we approached the underworld.
'Fuck those timid pussy scientists,' said Max as he glided the Monster Boat on the now placid lake that had icebergs gently sailing across it, oblivious the normal rules of physics.
And on the lake's shores, were verdant pine trees that towered hundreds of meters high. They stretched from the pristine shoreline miles and miles into an interior of gentle and undulating landscape.
This was a pristine forest of California Redwoods Yukatan territory 2.4 miles under Antartica.
'If NASA ever wants to visit Titan or Mars, they only have to call me,' said Max as the boat started joy cruising, looking for any dwarf, fairies, aliens or Nazi colonies.
We'd leave the submarine at the bottom of the lake for any other nosey parkers visiting this extremely secret and isolated outpost of Antartica intrigue, said Max.
'By the time they discover it,' he continued, 'we'll have discovered one of the last wonders of the world.'
Due north white pyramid shapes glistened in the soft light radiating from the ceiling that rose in sections ten kilometers high. The fireflies and aerial plankton gave the artificial atmosphere a fairy tale glow. As we neared the pristine white beaches, it dawned on us that we had come across a civilization that had thrived for millenniums without contact from the outside world.
'We have been waiting for you.'
'NAH-noo NAH-noo,' said another Pixie, radiating with unearthly sexy appeal.
He detonated a suitcase bomb.
It dropped down the abyss and exploded.
The Monster Boat had an addition to it, helicopter blades
'Fuck this pussyfooting,' he said.
What if we damage any living colonies down there, like Hitler's SAS offspring.
'They'll learn to live with it,' he said as he pressed the detonation button.
A few minutes later we had a hundred-meter hole.
Below, the lake was turquoise in color.
'This could be the fucking Bahamas,' said Max, who was now in the pilot's seat, setting us on a course down to the bowel's of Lake Vostok.
I loved technology.
The air got warmer the closer we approached the underworld.
'Fuck those timid pussy scientists,' said Max as he glided the Monster Boat on the now placid lake that had icebergs gently sailing across it, oblivious the normal rules of physics.
And on the lake's shores, were verdant pine trees that towered hundreds of meters high. They stretched from the pristine shoreline miles and miles into an interior of gentle and undulating landscape.
This was a pristine forest of California Redwoods Yukatan territory 2.4 miles under Antartica.
'If NASA ever wants to visit Titan or Mars, they only have to call me,' said Max as the boat started joy cruising, looking for any dwarf, fairies, aliens or Nazi colonies.
We'd leave the submarine at the bottom of the lake for any other nosey parkers visiting this extremely secret and isolated outpost of Antartica intrigue, said Max.
'By the time they discover it,' he continued, 'we'll have discovered one of the last wonders of the world.'
Due north white pyramid shapes glistened in the soft light radiating from the ceiling that rose in sections ten kilometers high. The fireflies and aerial plankton gave the artificial atmosphere a fairy tale glow. As we neared the pristine white beaches, it dawned on us that we had come across a civilization that had thrived for millenniums without contact from the outside world.
'We have been waiting for you.'
'NAH-noo NAH-noo,' said another Pixie, radiating with unearthly sexy appeal.
