Inspired by Peter-mun, a bit of filk.

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To the tune of "Over the Moon"

Last night I had a dream
I found myself in a bar called Milliways
It was hot
My canteen had sprung a leak, and I was thirsty
Out of the abyss walked a Cow -- Bartleby
I asked if she had anything to drink
She said, "I'm forbidden to produce milk.
In Milliways, the only thing we drink is absinthe."
She said, "Only thing to do is give in to the crack."
"They've closed everything real down . . .
Like barns, troughs, and good steak dinners . . .
And replaced it all with lakes and flowers and wingsmut,
And there is no way out . . ."

I didn't have to change all that much. Heh.