[ WP ] The sky ripped open , and through it fell a book .

To the average man or woman of the planet Earth, reading a book is just a pastime. But to the luminescent amphibian Bodolians of Cazardaban-3, books were a piece of entertainment to be laughed at, and then subsequently burned with their very, very hot breath. This is what made the book industry so short-lived, as their sense of humor was so incomprehensibly broad that they may as well laugh at multi-planet genocide before they realize what just happened. Now, some may ask, what if, in such an improbable circumstance, one just happened to have a book appear in their hands? Well, this is precisely the answer to that question. *Read. * 
 
 Brooklyn, the mixed-bag partitioning of the great City of New York -- or borough, as the denizens of that formless blob of sky-scraping mass call it -- was recently the site of an event of high improbability. The sky ripped open over Prospect Park, a hole in the shape of a broccoli stalk, opening up into a green and yellow mess. Everyone below screamed. Some ascended into the hole, some people turned into balls of yarn, but others yet just turned into puddles of tang, or some other questionable orange liquid. Nobody was particularly happy about their individual situations, especially the people who turned into orange liquid. 
 
 But in the end of it all, a book fell through, into the hands of a thirtysomething-year-old man, just walking through to get a cup of coffee from a Starbucks before starting toward work. He was n't expecting a book. No, he was expecting something more akin to a giant hand punching a hole in the ground and creating a massive ball of self-suspended water. But he got a book, with the words `` Do n't Panic'' written upon the cover. 
 
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 I do n't think I quite nailed it, but I tried.
