the nikolas goat

I was in the laboratory of the Chymistry one day, and we were examinating some pipits, of the serological variety, whenceforth a Nikolas directed my attention to the language of the Jewes, which was widely spoken in those circles, and yea, being a man of multi-cultural fascinations, and I did attempt to form many coherent and utterly fascinating and thought-provoking statements of the life of the Jewes, in the Jew-language, and I did speak them heartily.

Then, some Jewes told me that it was quite wrong.

Then I spoke the languages of the Iberians, and the Aragonians, and the Castillians, yea, I was corrected by the Jew.

Then I spoke the language of sex, to a womon, who was beautaceous, and fine, and fair, and pleasant in all manners, and yea, it was ripe, and receptive, and all was good, and it caused quite a stir.

Then a Nikolas-goat came and charged up his particle-beam between the horns, and fired it at us.

And it was good.

(I had no idea how to title this so I add the goat part after the fact)