Tales From The Morgue xx-xx-xx Peace To The Frifalit

And now, M&J, audio theater presents Chet Chetters, Tails from the Morga. Come right in strangers. Do have a seat, won't you?

I trust you are comfortable. Oh, good. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Chet Chette. I am the Morgatin in here and I sort of fancy my surfer storyteller. I would like to tell you one if you have the time.

Oh, you do. Well, that is grand. Well, now let's see. I think today I would like to tell you about a man from Cleveland named Gail Taylor. You see, all his life Mr. Taylor dreamed of traveling to the stars and beyond.

This cosmic pool was so great in fact that in the late 60s Mr. Taylor had considered the the idea of building a working space vehicle. Well, after 20 years of diligent research, and with the aid of a local jog yard, Mr. Taylor had constructed a crude-looking vessel that he hoped would fulfill his dream.

We join Mr. Taylor at the home he shares with his father. It is a Tuesday on a chilly November morning. The skies are clear. It is a beautiful day for a liftoff. Hey, hey, hey, hey, Bob, would you hand me that crescent wrench over there?

Which one? Oh, that's right here. Yeah, yeah, that's it. Hey, thanks. Yeah, I got a tightness warp drive here. I'd hate for this thing to blow up when I'm going through warp speed. I don't know about this spaceship thing, son. Oh, I just don't know. Oh, please, Bob, let's don't go through all of this again.

For the very first time I started working on this thing, you said how stupid and foolish it was. Oh, son, going into space. That's risky. Of course it's risky. Anything that's worth doing is risky.