The Galileo Gravitator Arrives at Long Last

Yepper. Here's me Crumby, and Ray, my bosom companion, having our picture took with the Galileo Gravitator, plus Saturn. The ecologically astute will notice that Ray and me are almost exactly the same color as Saturn. So if we were on Saturn, we would be invisible. Right Ray!

That is correct, Crumby. If we were on Saturn, assuming we could cope with the powereful rotational pull exerted on Saturn by the Galileo Gravitator, we would be entirely invisible due to the fact that Saturn would be mimicking us for its own protection or vice versa.

So Ray, it appears that my Galileo Gravitator has finally arrived safely at the Cow Barn, despite the machinations of the Demon Mammon, the Kinglet, and the many bushwhacking goose steppers that swear allegiance to the Kinglet, and no telling what other evil doers that were out there in the Homeland trying to keep it from me. There are also, no telling what adventures my Galileo Gravitator could tell regarding what all it had to to do to survive so it could get here at last, to the relative safety of the CB. What a terrible journey through both the stygian darkness and Ogma's fickle glow that must have been. Right Ray!

Doubtless Crumby, the Galileo Gravitor and its four associated globes, had to undergo terrrible hardships to get here at last. Did you notice, Crumby, that its shipping box was perilously crunched on one of its shipping box corners?

Yepper, I noticed that Ray. That crunched corner gave me a sinking feeling when I espied it, but fortunately, all the globes, Saturn, the Moon, Jupiter, and Mars, plus the Galileo Gravitator itself, survived the crunch, no doubt a parting shot from a frustrated Bushwhacker/Gossestepper or the Demon Mammon, unharmed.

Doubtless you are correct Crumby. Fortunately all the "safe journey spells" we warded onto the internal packaging paid off, and even that vicious kick prevailed not, when countered by Druid Magic.

Oh so true, my bosom companion. Oh so true. Maybe we should also have Raymone take a picture of the crunched corner of the external packing box, Ray?

No Crumby, I don't think so. After all, all's well that end's well, eventually.

Er. Perhaps so, Ray, perhaps so. Besides, we can keep that viciously kicked box around for evidence, for later, maybe.

Yepper.