(Yes, there are holes in the plot. More than one kind, in fact, which you will see as the story unfolds...)
As the euphonous sound of a ghostly theremin, playing dueling theme songs, begins to fade.....
Professor PP immediately recognized his old friend The Proctologist (aka Doctor Poo), and the unmistakable ’WHOosh’ of his verkehrsmittel, the TURDIS- ‘Trans-Universal Rear Door Into Space’ (yes, yes, I know it’s really bad. I created it awhile ago, but the site it was on is no longer in it's previous form, all from that time is lost and gone forever. Forgotten. Like a portion of one's life, deleted with the striking of a key *sigh*, but, such is life. You're here today, gone tomorrow. Yeah, that was pretty depressing.
ANYWAY, this will probably all get progressively worse, so, get over it already! Oh, and my sincerest apologies to Matt Smith and the other Doctors as well.)
But what is this? Another stranger appears in the lab!
WHO, in the multidimensiverses, the other man was that stood there cursing with a southern draw about being beamed down while doing his laundry (hence, the other woosh sound), was unknown.
Professor PP immediately recognized his old friend The Proctologist (aka Doctor Poo), and the unmistakable ’WHOosh’ of his verkehrsmittel, the TURDIS- ‘Trans-Universal Rear Door Into Space’ (yes, yes, I know it’s really bad. I created it awhile ago, but the site it was on is no longer in it's previous form, all from that time is lost and gone forever. Forgotten. Like a portion of one's life, deleted with the striking of a key *sigh*, but, such is life. You're here today, gone tomorrow. Yeah, that was pretty depressing.
ANYWAY, this will probably all get progressively worse, so, get over it already! Oh, and my sincerest apologies to Matt Smith and the other Doctors as well.)
But what is this? Another stranger appears in the lab!
WHO, in the multidimensiverses, the other man was that stood there cursing with a southern draw about being beamed down while doing his laundry (hence, the other woosh sound), was unknown.
He spoke first.
'I am Doctor McKoi of the starship Enterspies.' (There was definitely something fishy about him....insert wah wah wah wahhh, sound, here! Remember, you were forewarned this would degenerate.)
'What seems to be the problem here? I don’t usually make planet calls, but since I am a doctor, direct me to the patient.'
He runs his medical tricorder over Death Maul. 'I might be just a country doctor, but I’d say he has a bad case of Alien Tentaculum rectalitis. I’ve read of things similar, the posterior entry and cohabitation of two species, though the more domineering generally controls. In this case it appears the symbiote commands the host.'
Professor PP exasperates ‘Well, do something! Extirpate or destroy the ‘bugger!’
‘Dammit, man, I’m a doctor, I save lives, not exterminate them! You have two sentient beings here!’ replied Doctor McKoi.
With that The Proctologist ‘chymes’ in,‘I think I can resolve this situation with my sonic screwdriver! Can you have the patient bend over, turn his head and cough? After all, I am not called the Proctologist for nothing!’
A ‘conference’ to determine the best form of action ensued.
'I am Doctor McKoi of the starship Enterspies.' (There was definitely something fishy about him....insert wah wah wah wahhh, sound, here! Remember, you were forewarned this would degenerate.)
'What seems to be the problem here? I don’t usually make planet calls, but since I am a doctor, direct me to the patient.'
He runs his medical tricorder over Death Maul. 'I might be just a country doctor, but I’d say he has a bad case of Alien Tentaculum rectalitis. I’ve read of things similar, the posterior entry and cohabitation of two species, though the more domineering generally controls. In this case it appears the symbiote commands the host.'
Professor PP exasperates ‘Well, do something! Extirpate or destroy the ‘bugger!’
‘Dammit, man, I’m a doctor, I save lives, not exterminate them! You have two sentient beings here!’ replied Doctor McKoi.
With that The Proctologist ‘chymes’ in,‘I think I can resolve this situation with my sonic screwdriver! Can you have the patient bend over, turn his head and cough? After all, I am not called the Proctologist for nothing!’
A ‘conference’ to determine the best form of action ensued.
A voice is heard over the bickering, er, ‘consultation’.
‘May I have your attention, please.’ It was a statement, not a question.
They all turned.
The voice was coming from HELLdin’s ‘companion’, Schnecke.
‘I can resolve this without going to Extremes, though it goes against the prime directive of noninterference, as do the laws of most intergalacticdimensional interactions.’
‘May I have your attention, please.’ It was a statement, not a question.
They all turned.
The voice was coming from HELLdin’s ‘companion’, Schnecke.
‘I can resolve this without going to Extremes, though it goes against the prime directive of noninterference, as do the laws of most intergalacticdimensional interactions.’
*He glares at the Proctologist and Doctor McKoi, who's jaws, along with everyone else’s in the lab (save Death's who just continued to drool), had dropped, flabbergasted*
*Ahem* he clears his voice, which, I might add, is quite deep and resonant considering his diminutive size.
'I go by many names, in many worlds. Schnecke is but the one HELLdin chose to call me, since I had not revealed to her my true identity, but you may simply call me Arzt.
I am a Slime Lord, of the planet Schlammifrey.
What I carry on my back is actually my transportation unit, as well as being what I now call 'home' (I shall reveal the reason for this, in relative time.) It is called a SIDRAT (aka, Spatial Interstellar Dimensional Recreational Amusement Transport.)
It is smaller on the outside, as you will soon see.
I am an anthropodologist. I was sent here to merely observe, record my findings and report back to my superiors on any threats to the multiverses by aspiring life forms.
Due to my undying regard and loyalty to HELLdin, I will go against my better judgement at great risk of personal retaliation for breaking a cosmic law, and will formulate a mild aperient for the gentle and harmless evacuation of the intruder. It will also purge any memory of the encounter from both. Then, we shall rescue your comrade with arms aboard their mother fripping ship.'
....to be continued.
*Ahem* he clears his voice, which, I might add, is quite deep and resonant considering his diminutive size.
'I go by many names, in many worlds. Schnecke is but the one HELLdin chose to call me, since I had not revealed to her my true identity, but you may simply call me Arzt.
I am a Slime Lord, of the planet Schlammifrey.
What I carry on my back is actually my transportation unit, as well as being what I now call 'home' (I shall reveal the reason for this, in relative time.) It is called a SIDRAT (aka, Spatial Interstellar Dimensional Recreational Amusement Transport.)
It is smaller on the outside, as you will soon see.
I am an anthropodologist. I was sent here to merely observe, record my findings and report back to my superiors on any threats to the multiverses by aspiring life forms.
Due to my undying regard and loyalty to HELLdin, I will go against my better judgement at great risk of personal retaliation for breaking a cosmic law, and will formulate a mild aperient for the gentle and harmless evacuation of the intruder. It will also purge any memory of the encounter from both. Then, we shall rescue your comrade with arms aboard their mother fripping ship.'
....to be continued.