It arrived early at 6:00 in the morning. I saw it fall from the sky with my own eyes and violently crash in the grass of RWC. The way this “thing” flew across the dewy sky reminded me of the comet, Hale-Bopp, and its thirty-nine followers. While I was wiping the sleep out of my eyes, the Commander in Chief insanely explained that they had to land here. After awhile, I asked him how much one of these “things” cost; he eluded this question like a child who has to take the old snake oil treatment before bedtime.
Nevertheless, I am a Doctor of understanding, so I conjured up an explanation. I believe that aliens brought it here to soothe our inner being; in fact, I, along with a strong cup of coffee in hand, often climb it for the therapeutic effects.
Honestly, this works for me, but it is not for everyone. At any rate, I don’t buy the chief’s story; in fact, he is a swine. After suggesting that we cut it down and send it back, the Chief, along with his followers, was gnashing his teeth at me.
Indeed, they love it; in fact, I have seen some of its devoted followers worshiping it. In due time, I was able to come across the Chief who landed this beast. After using some inner city tactics on him, he confessed that money was donated by the state for UC; however, a percentage of the money must be spent on art. Therefore, the old Chief was called in to deliver this new intergalactic artifact.