Every planet has its own weird customs. About a year before we met, I spent six weeks on a moon where the principal form of recreation was juggling geese. My hand to God. Baby geese. Goslings. They were juggled.
Wash ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
The Minearverse 2: Getting his words out.
"There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel, this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.