Rumfishian Lore

A link within a link, a word within a word, spiraling downwards through a million iterations of gibberish, crossing barriers, bringing smiles to the weary, hope to the silly, insanity to the otherwise, and Rumfish to the Multiverse, THAT is Rumfish Lore. You seek to COMPREHEND this endless fathoming of unspeakable knowledge, dug out from the salt mines of Til'parizash in enemy territory under cover of starlight 500 years in the future in a DIFFERENT DIMENSION??? Too bad. Like I said, different dimension.

As for THIS dimension... you wish to know more, eh?

A lone waffle rolled down the staircase of life, flip, flop, flip, roll, spin, rattle, bounce, bounce, roll, stop entirely, keep going after being poked, roll roll rolled into my door. I had met the waffle before, but it had taken a different shape in my childhood. Now, it had become the terrifying, formidable thing it always had the potential for.

"Hiya," he said to me.

"LO, Waffle, behold, forsooth and prithee, thou hast come unto the presence of myself, and being as that I am of a stately boredom, full of lonesome whys and provocative sighs, I shall this day decree an alliance, whether you like it or not, between my people and your own. For I had a good feeling just now, as I set one foot before the other... I think it was not gas, as the flatumancers had predicted.  It never is," I said darkly.

"WTF mate? Oh well... um... I don't have any people to be allied with," the waffle said.

"Come to think of it, neither have I. Be one of them!" I cried out joyously as I hit my head on the chandelier.

"Are you O.K.?" the waffle asked, backing away.

"We are off to adventure!" I said, stepping forward and bravely hitting my head on the pots in Zerm's kitchen of the FUTURE!

Actually, that's not EXACTLY what happened, but it's pretty durned close. Since then, more have joined the Rumfish, but that is a story for another time. Another time... another time...

BOO!