Chee Ilgrim transmutation from the Interociter I built

Today, from my Interociter I ingested strange transmissions. “A bellowing buffoon sharply pins the pig to the wall,” it telepathized. The Interatrocitor then engrokked that this was “an old adage from the home planet.” Ah, indeed. Following this, there was a man “out standing in his field,” as they say, wearing a pork pie hat and combing through sludge with a Black and Decker atomic power rake. The scroll beneath the picture exploded, sealing the fate of all humans who had not begun worshipping the Magic Hopping Toad.

This transmission smote me as if with a granite fist. I knew I shouldn’t have built that Interociter.

Here are some other “old adages”:

The man with the animal mouth is forever reloading his trash gun.

Everything rhymes.

Pitch in then pitch over.

One month runs into another, except for springtime.

To break the egg, first chase the chicken.

Enormous sums require enormous pockets.

If you don’t have anything to say, think about what everyone else is saying: they’re all damned fools, so what does that make you?

Nothing is true part of the time.

A man walks who fast to see the moon walks first, then hobbles.

Sea Horse racing is a qualified mystery.
If you feel anger over things past, pass over things present to embroil yourself in things to come.