A Return to a little more absurd fare....

Thus, the two male atrayans were quarreling over who caused the abrupt departure of a rather attractive Atrayan female. In the interest of full disclosure, she was repulsed by both specimens of the male gender that were present, and was far more concerned with refilling her alcoholic beverage. However, this conclusion had not yet dawned upon our two angry friends, who were named Godbraun and Sikguryvich. Let us listen in to the quaint discussion that ensued after her departure:

Godbraun fumbled "Like you would have a parsnip's chance in purgatory at getting laid tonight, Wayne!"(For that was indeed the surname of Mr. Sikguryvich.)

"Lisssssten here, Cosssssmo," slurred Wayne rather heavily, "you could launch our raccccce into outer sssssspace before a woman would look at you, much lessss ssssleeep with you."

"Well if you ever wrapped your tentacle around anything other than a pint of the dark stuff, you wouldn't have enough intelligence sober to design a colostomy bag for space travel, much less a vehicle and propellant that were adequate for the task, which, when it comes to the matter of females, I hear you are hilariously not so."

"Don't go believing all the shit your mother and your ex-wife go shooting up your snout. They were horrible lays anyways."

And this, my dear reader, created the bedrock foundation for Atrayan space flight, a bar feud over a pretty girl. The subsequent space race that followed mimicked, in many ways, the courtship bravado of two adolescent boys. Each miniscule step towards progress being endlessly gloated about until the gloater realizes that the other had surpassed him. This went tit-for-tat until Godbraun launched the Mark XIII capsule into space, 30 years to the day after the initial bar bet. The lady in question married a software engineer of little consequence, but many means, until an unfortunate bungee-jumping accident.