Zem tumbled through cosmic space, his stuffing fluffing in the solar wind. "Oh frabjous day, I worgle in happiness", he floruped. Zem had to say he was partial to the kind of blue-y orange that occasionally suffused his vision, usually next to the reddish-green. "Curiouser and curiouser, I seem to have lost my beauteous stripes" Zem shed a tear then, but only for the briefest of moments. This opened up a whole new realm of possibilites. He could try polka dots. Or thinner stripes. OR STRIPES RUNNING IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION. He glorgled in the purest joy, flipping over and over in the rainbow void. He thought it was time for a song:
Oh I am a mattress,
A mattress am I
I live on Sqournshellous Zeta
Where it is never dry,
I lie in the mud and annoy robots,
What a great life a mattress has gots
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Oh I am a mattress,
A mattress am I
I'm tumbling through interspace
Which makes the mortals cry
I spin in the air and think of polka dogs
What a great life a mattress has gots
Zem eventually tumbled through the other side of interspace, bouncing off a rainbow and finding himself back in the middle of Squornshellous Zeta. He was just as happy to be back home as he was to be in the intercosmic void.
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