It was a dark and muggy night, It had been much too hot to run earlier, but now Ariel was determined to do something, anything would be better than running on the treadmill. She slipped off her sandals and headed out into the blackness---
"Well, yes, but ..." continued Grixnar, displaying once again his impeccable preparation for this prancing pedal picnic, "but on this planet that now refers to fans of a certain manufacturing company named after a common temperate fruit. And fans of bare lower digits are here thought of as somehow perverse, akin to those who have relations with others who are still incapable of reproducing themselves."Don't you mean podophiles?" asked Grixnar.
Although he was knowlegable, he was looked down upon being a tripod himself, very handy for keeping level on uneven surfaces, but not a trait that got you in with the in crowd.