SCREW YOU, CREEP-O!!
A Good Insult Lasts a Long Time...
"The Púca is vegetation spirit, or an elf, or something of that sort, who mostly lives in County Kerry, although he has been known to move around Ireland and appear in other places.
So anyway, if you are coming out of an Irish pub at 11:30 and you're on your way home, the Púca may suddenly decide to descend upon you.
Generally, he grabs you by the collar and yells
"Got yer erse, mate!",
and drags you off into a parallel universe, just like you hear about in modern physics, or a set of parallel universes, and you meet all of the great Irish heroes, Finn McCoel, Cahaugllen, Isle of the Nine Hostages, Patrick Columbus, Brian Confucious... Luke Skywalker, Obi Wan Kenobi... Zeus, Apollo, the Devas, the Pans, the Satyrs...
"Got yer erse, mate!",
and drags you off into a parallel universe, just like you hear about in modern physics, or a set of parallel universes, and you meet all of the great Irish heroes, Finn McCoel, Cahaugllen, Isle of the Nine Hostages, Patrick Columbus, Brian Confucious... Luke Skywalker, Obi Wan Kenobi... Zeus, Apollo, the Devas, the Pans, the Satyrs...
Billions, and billions of years of adventures in alternative realities.
And when the Púca gets done playing with you, he puts you back on the road.
And it's only one minute after you left the pub, in ordinary time."
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