...............There was a pink sky. The land was barren and windswept. A howling wind roared through the sky and whistled down canyons between the towering craggy peaks of an ancient mountain range. Those peaks were snow covered. Some glaciated. Half way up the side of one mountain was a table or rocky shelf cut into the side of the mountain. And in the mountain wall was an opening. A dark portal to a passage that lead deep into the mountain.
...............And atop that shelf of ice and snow something moved, trudging through a raging snow storm. The movement was slow, dragging at times, hopping at other times. It was an indistinct figure made so by the raging storm. The figure approached the dark cave opening, paused a moment as if indecisive, and then entered the dark passage.
...............It moved on in the passage. Ominous, dragging, hopping. An occasional guttural grunt. And far into the great mountain, far down the dark passage, there was a dim and distant soft light. Something was there.

...............A large cavernous open room was hollowed out of the mountain. Although well lit with torches, a cathedral ceiling rose into the shadowed darkness far far above. The floor was tiled marble, and polished to a high sheen. In the center of the great room a Middle Eastern (by design) flying carpet fronted a raised dais and throne. The throne, an ornately gilded toilet, faced an opening in the cavern wall, a dark passage that lead to the outside world of pink skies, howling winds, and heavy snows.
...............Upon the toilet throne sat The Man, The Great One himself, The Great Swami � Yogi Barran Bubutu. He was a tall man of medium dark skin and dressed like some Djinn of old. He sported a silken turban, bulbous silken trousers, a white silken shirt, and bright red silken vest. The toes of his yellow silk shoes were curled. His beard was long and parted in the middle, his moustache curled, and he wore a large golden earring in his left ear.
...............And this dude liked to read. He conjured books out of thin air, and read them one after another. On his throne he leaned forward, another book spread open on his knees. It was a large ornamented text, hand written. And it had captured the Great Swami�s interest like a book hadn�t in a long long time.
...............Then a sound deep in the dark passage. A slow dragging and hopping sound. It also suddenly captured the Great Swami�s interest. He paused in his reading, glanced at the dark opening in the wall, and then shrugged it off with a �Bah.� He returned to his reading, the text forming in his thoughts.
...............Dangerous Danny�s Spaceside Burger, Bar, and Disco is a greasy slimy frothing vortex of filth and debauchery that virtually sucks all intergalactic traffic into it.
...............Still the hopping dragging noise continued as something moved in the dark cave passage, something hulking and brutish, inching ever closer to the throne room while Yogi continued to read.
..................many go out of their way... Yogi paused and glanced at the cave opening in the far wall. �Hmph.� He shook his head and turned his eyes back to the text. �Now, where was I,� he muttered, scanning the text. �Might as well start over,� he concluded, and began to softly read the text aloud, ��Chapter 7. Dangerous Danny�s Spaceside Burger, Bar, and Disco. At the crossroads of the galaxy rests the greasiest slime pit of a restaurant and tavern the universe has ever seen. Dangerous Danny�s Spaceside Burger, Bar, and Disco is a greasy slimy frothing vortex of filth and debauchery that virtually sucks all intergalactic traffic into it. In other words, not many people, or things, steer clear. In fact, many go out of their way to make a stop. This is due, in part, to the scantily clad dancers that Dangerous Danny employs in the barred dance cages...��
...............The hulking brutish thing suddenly appeared out of the dark passage, hopped past a flaming brazier, and stopped as its shadow crossed the throne room floor. Six feet tall in a hooded forest green robe, it stood there, shaking with fear. A tear dripped from one of its two large round glassy beady eyes and ran down its large green and yellow warty ridiculous frog face.
...............Yogi closed the book and slowly rose to his feet. He momentarily glanced at the title and then turned his eyes to Frog and held the book up. �The Adventures of Billy Space Boy and his Astro Dog, Zap. Heavy reading.�
...............A nervous and frightened Frog, shaking like a leaf, stepped back as Yogi stepped down from the dais. The Great Swami paused on the flying carpet, held the book in front of him with both hands, and smiled.
...............�So,� Yogi began with a big grin. �Mister Dreaded Hooded Frog, I believe.�
...............Frog, now visibly terrified, shook more violently. He shuffled even further back, and then stopped. �I...I...� he stammered.
...............�Calm down, my friend,� Yogi interrupted. �No need to be nervous. We�re all friends here.�
...............Labored and drawn, Frog continued, his speech impediment now showing. �I...I...looking for deh Great Svami, Yogi Barran Bubutu.�
...............�Yes yes, you�ve found him; I�m Bubutu,� Yogi said, his voice sing song. �What can I do for you?�
...............�I...I...tired of people laffin at me,� Frog said, still shaking like a leaf. �I fearsome Frog, a Frog dat should be respected.�
...............�Hmph,� Yogi said. He paused in universal mystic reflection, something Frog and most of the Universe just couldn�t understand, and then continued, �How do you intend to gain this respect you speak of?�
...............�I vill conquer deh Universe for my respect,� Frog said.
...............�How?� Yogi questioned softly. But he already knew and was just playing Frog.
...............�Dat is vhy I here. Tell me how.�
...............Yogi paused, cradled the book under one arm and cradled his chin in a free hand. Deep in universal mystic thought that no one else in all creation is capable of (with the possible exception of Zap the Astro Dog), he slowly sat down on the flying carpet. The carpet came alive. Frog shook more violently in fear as the carpet with Yogi rose off the tiled and marbled floor and hovered about five feet in the air, the edges fluttering like a flag in the wind.
...............�Hmph, taking over the Universe,� Yogi thought softly aloud. �A tall order, indeed.� He glanced at the terrified Frog who shuffle back further and now shook like the belly of that lard-ass Varnie the Garf during a bout of raucous silly lecherous laughter in an upstairs whorehouse bedroom. �You�ve heard of Princess Linda?� It was a casual thought, a casual question. At least it was intended to be.
...............Frog nervously nodded.
...............�She�s the most powerful princess in all the Universe,� Yogi said with a smile. �Kidnap her and you Shall control the Universe.�
...............�Kidnap Princess Linda,� Frog said softly.
...............Yogi nodded.
...............�Den I shall kidnap Princess Linda,� Frog said, his voice shaking like the rest of him. �Dank you great svami.� Frog hurriedly nodded, and then hurriedly turned to leave.
...............�I think it�s only fair I should warn you...,� Yogi suddenly checked Frog�s fear induced hurried escape.
...............Frog stopped and slowly turned. The flying carpet with Yogi flew across the throne room and hovered near Frog. Frog shook.
...............Yogi smiled. �Remember this, my friend; be absolutely sure in your course of action for there IS a princess and there is one who IS NOT a princess.�
...............Still shaking, still terrified, just about to shit in his robe, Frog started to turn away again.
...............�Yo! Froggy!�
...............Frog went rigid, and then slowly turned back to Yogi again.
...............�Play the part well, my friend,� Yogi said softly, guardedly. �You never know who may be watching...and when they�re watching, or where.�
...............�Yeah man. Cool.�
...............�Don�t drop your guard now,� Yogi said softly.
...............Frog stared silently at Yogi, then without a word, he turned and disappeared back into the dark passage with a single hop.
...............Yogi stared at the passage opening, and then sighed and shook his head with a grinning chuckle.
...............�All these interruptions, it�s like I�m the only Great Swami...,� the Great Swami was thinking. But another thought suddenly intruded. He paused, grinned, and chuckled again. �What am I talking about?! I AM the only Great Swami!� And he laughed riotously.