Pluto, now with even less prestige Fred hurried in the door shouting. “Hey, Arlene. Pack your boots and overcoat. We’re going to Planet Nine.”
“Pluto? Nobody goes there any more.”
“Nah, Pluto’s a has-been. This is way beyond Pluto. And it’s big. Plenty of room for everyone.”
“It sounds awfully cold.”
“Sure is. No more worries about climate change.”
“Are you sure someone won’t come along and demote it, just like Pluto?”
“No, the same astronomer who put down Pluto discovered this. He wrote a paper. He’s invested in it.”
“Wow, he saw it?”
“Nope, he hasn’t seen it yet.”
“Pluto? Nobody goes there any more.”
“Nah, Pluto’s a has-been. This is way beyond Pluto. And it’s big. Plenty of room for everyone.”
“It sounds awfully cold.”
“Sure is. No more worries about climate change.”
“Are you sure someone won’t come along and demote it, just like Pluto?”
“No, the same astronomer who put down Pluto discovered this. He wrote a paper. He’s invested in it.”
“Wow, he saw it?”
“Nope, he hasn’t seen it yet.”
