Note: for the readers safety this story is without images and poetry
This story begins when far back in time, in the back of prehistory, somewhere in the back of the universe, the first primeval Vogons crawled out of the sea. After all accounts it should be a short story, because the forces of evolution took one look at the Vogons and were so disgusted with them, that they never allowed them to evolve again. So they stayed the way they were. A bulky, roughly human-sized, grey/green creature with high flat noses above their eyebrows.
This should have been the end of the story, but through sheer obstinacy the Vogons survived. They were partly helped by adapting a misplaced, badly malformed and dyspeptic liver into a brain. Then the Vogons emigrated en masse to the Brantisvogon star cluster, to Vogsphere. Here they developed bureaucracy to an artform. The Vogons of course don't like art, except poetry. Which is another story entirely and will not be discussed here any further! The Vogons are now the backbone and main cause of the Galactic bureaucracy.
The story doesn't end here since I am still waiting on form a423.p5-67/r to recieve the proper stamped 'approved' to end this story. I was told that it's impossible to approve my a423.p5-67/r at this moment, since I haven't filed the proper license. I had obtained a license, but since it was filed with a blue signature on a tuesday it was rejected. I now have to get a new license, but my permit was only valid for one. To get a new permit, I need to file forms 23-ry5.45 and fr-0gf.4c3. I have now obtained form 23-ry5.45, but if I do not have a matching fr-0gf.4c3 by next friday, I will have to get an extension on form 23-ry5.45. I am now waiting in line to be admitted to the proper desk to make an appointment with the head of the Appointments department to set up a meeting with the fr-0gf.4c3 distributor.
This story begins when far back in time, in the back of prehistory, somewhere in the back of the universe, the first primeval Vogons crawled out of the sea. After all accounts it should be a short story, because the forces of evolution took one look at the Vogons and were so disgusted with them, that they never allowed them to evolve again. So they stayed the way they were. A bulky, roughly human-sized, grey/green creature with high flat noses above their eyebrows.
This should have been the end of the story, but through sheer obstinacy the Vogons survived. They were partly helped by adapting a misplaced, badly malformed and dyspeptic liver into a brain. Then the Vogons emigrated en masse to the Brantisvogon star cluster, to Vogsphere. Here they developed bureaucracy to an artform. The Vogons of course don't like art, except poetry. Which is another story entirely and will not be discussed here any further! The Vogons are now the backbone and main cause of the Galactic bureaucracy.
The story doesn't end here since I am still waiting on form a423.p5-67/r to recieve the proper stamped 'approved' to end this story. I was told that it's impossible to approve my a423.p5-67/r at this moment, since I haven't filed the proper license. I had obtained a license, but since it was filed with a blue signature on a tuesday it was rejected. I now have to get a new license, but my permit was only valid for one. To get a new permit, I need to file forms 23-ry5.45 and fr-0gf.4c3. I have now obtained form 23-ry5.45, but if I do not have a matching fr-0gf.4c3 by next friday, I will have to get an extension on form 23-ry5.45. I am now waiting in line to be admitted to the proper desk to make an appointment with the head of the Appointments department to set up a meeting with the fr-0gf.4c3 distributor.
