If You Was A Moklin

Count down for Blastoff, X-5, 4, 3, 2, X-1, Fire. From the far horizons of the unknown, come transcribed tales of new dimensions in time and space.

These are stories of the future, adventures in which you'll live in a million could-be years on a thousand maybe worlds. The National Broadcasting Company, in cooperation with Galaxy Science Fiction Magazine, presents Heck, heck, heck, heck, heck, heck, heck, minus, minus, minus, minus, minus, minus, minus, minus, one, one, one, one, one.

Tonight, the Murray-Limester story, if you was a Mucklin. Whoa! Up to the last minute, I can't imagine that Mucklin is gonna be the first planet that humans get off of, moving fast, breathing hard and sweating copious.

There wasn't any reason for it. Everything was all quiet at the trading post. I was sitting on the front porch, round deep. Easter Markman Clark looks a lot like a guy named Casey used to be a wiper on the palm mire.

He comes out on the port. Brinkley? What a date. As business. And that's so good. There are a few wood markings in this morning. Yeah, I saw. Kind of nice looking. Those big saucer eyes.

And what makes the noses wicker like rapids? I don't know, sir. I'm not a wood's Markman. I'm sure I should know, Fads. They buy much? No, they didn't. They said the prices were too high.

Yeah, they said they can get the same goods with the other trading post for half price. Yeah, it's kind of hard to run a nice low monopoly for a company with another trading post opening up at half price.

What is it? Look at that little kid planning the mud. You mean the Markling kid? It's my cousin's niece. I can't get over those little kids with a droopy moustaches like old man blind. I gotta laugh every time. Well, I understand, but you see, Marklings are getting much more human every day.