Monday Monday

I know this place where you’re not allowed to say that.



When all is said and done, some people still won’t accept it.



One guy theorizes that things could be arranged so that increased need equaled increased deeds.



On this one planet, early every Monday morning, all of the creatures would gather and sing, in a surprising voice, “Well, I’ll be damned!”



“Listen,” a voice cautioned, “this is an ongoing investigation.”