Once again, this is a parody, any resemblance to in, or ganic, matter, living, dead, living dead, alien or band, is complete poppy-cock and purely coincidental.
COINCIDENTAL <(and having nothing to do with loose change or teeth....or El Cid. It's all about the use of words, they can be good or evil, tools or weapons, because if you take the 's' in 'words' and move it to the front, there you
have it. Yes, I am rambling now, so I'll get on with the latest adventures of
'HELLdin, the Evil, but pleasant, Destroyer'.)
COINCIDENTAL <(and having nothing to do with loose change or teeth....or El Cid. It's all about the use of words, they can be good or evil, tools or weapons, because if you take the 's' in 'words' and move it to the front, there you
have it. Yes, I am rambling now, so I'll get on with the latest adventures of
'HELLdin, the Evil, but pleasant, Destroyer'.)
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Having finished his tea and with a plan now formulated, Frankie Gore returned to the lab, and working at a feverish pace, full ‘steam’ ahead (steam power, the wonder of the ages), with much satisfaction and after many an hour without rest, Frankie had accomplished his goal. He saved the remnants of not only his beloved Master, but all involved in the explosion (when the film rights are bought, Michael Bay will direct) as well.
He was almost certain he had sorted out the jumble, correctly identifying the individual DNA markers,and, under the intensive scans with the lab's STEHM microscope, discarding anything unrecognizable that might be alien, he precisely spliced back together the B.O.O.B.S. members, as well as the one that called himself the Proctologist and his organic conveyance.
Pleased with his results, and completely knackered out, he returned to his room and decided he needed a little ‘Frankie time’, and what better way to unwind then to attend a live performance by his favourite Steampunk band, the Plumbum Dirigibles!
Hmm, but what to wear? He was thoroughly immersed in the Steampunk phenomenon, should he portray the persona of an airship captain? Or maybe an explorer, with pith helm and googles? No, those had been so overdone. He could repersonate the Victorian dandy he posed as when attending a recent Steamevent, but the Professor’s tease, calling him a ‘Primp’ with his’ breeches and hose’ *cough* then having a jolly laugh at Frankie’s expense, made that personification out of the question. (note from authoress- yes, I love puns and wordplay, live with it.)
Pacing the floor of his room, a lightbulb went off in his head. Literally. The Professor, who had a penchant for the electrical, had inserted one in Frankie’s cranium as an experiment on night vision, claiming that if Frankie would scuff his shoes across the carpet, with the bolts in his neck acting as conductors, it would generate enough static electricity to fire the bulb, making Frankie’s eyes something akin to a torch.
Frankie stopped pacing, and as the light faded from his eyes, a new one appeared. One of pure genius. Yes! That was it! Rustling through his closet and trunks he found just the items he needed! He would become a Steamurai Warrior!
He was almost certain he had sorted out the jumble, correctly identifying the individual DNA markers,and, under the intensive scans with the lab's STEHM microscope, discarding anything unrecognizable that might be alien, he precisely spliced back together the B.O.O.B.S. members, as well as the one that called himself the Proctologist and his organic conveyance.
Pleased with his results, and completely knackered out, he returned to his room and decided he needed a little ‘Frankie time’, and what better way to unwind then to attend a live performance by his favourite Steampunk band, the Plumbum Dirigibles!
Hmm, but what to wear? He was thoroughly immersed in the Steampunk phenomenon, should he portray the persona of an airship captain? Or maybe an explorer, with pith helm and googles? No, those had been so overdone. He could repersonate the Victorian dandy he posed as when attending a recent Steamevent, but the Professor’s tease, calling him a ‘Primp’ with his’ breeches and hose’ *cough* then having a jolly laugh at Frankie’s expense, made that personification out of the question. (note from authoress- yes, I love puns and wordplay, live with it.)
Pacing the floor of his room, a lightbulb went off in his head. Literally. The Professor, who had a penchant for the electrical, had inserted one in Frankie’s cranium as an experiment on night vision, claiming that if Frankie would scuff his shoes across the carpet, with the bolts in his neck acting as conductors, it would generate enough static electricity to fire the bulb, making Frankie’s eyes something akin to a torch.
Frankie stopped pacing, and as the light faded from his eyes, a new one appeared. One of pure genius. Yes! That was it! Rustling through his closet and trunks he found just the items he needed! He would become a Steamurai Warrior!
After admiring himself for several minutes, off he went to ‘Loyal Halibutt Hall’ where the concert was being held.
And who should be there as well, a few other members of the B.O.O.B.S., MadMadigan the Merciless, the ever dapper Sir Seymour Chapbottom the Third, and The Mysterious Warrior of Mysteriousness who was quite impressed with Frankie’s new persona.
The concert was spectacular!
And who should be there as well, a few other members of the B.O.O.B.S., MadMadigan the Merciless, the ever dapper Sir Seymour Chapbottom the Third, and The Mysterious Warrior of Mysteriousness who was quite impressed with Frankie’s new persona.
The concert was spectacular!
And Frankie managed to get the band to autograph his poster before leaving!
He was all atwitter, for the upcoming concert, which he had already bought tickets for, was none other than Elvis to the Power of Six! HELLdin, before leaving on the rescue mission, was just as excited about it, spoke of nothing but, for she considered it 'their band', that is if there ever would be a 'their' again......
(And yes, yes, I know it's 'Led', and not 'lead'. Plumbum is simply a funnier word. It has bum in it :) And plum, but plum is not as funny, though it does have a relationship of sorts. Think 'prune'. It's that 'everything can be connected in some way, shape or form' thing. Yep.)
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(Before I say anything more, let it be known this is my first attempt at creating a 'video game', and I use the term loosely, so don't expect anything other than lame simplicity. At it's worst. Hey, I tried!)
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As the rescue team's cloaked ship approached it's target, using the T-Mat, the trio teleported to the alien ship allowing themselves 10 minutes to rescue Farlich the Formidable Fresh From the Fray before rematerializing back aboard the SIDRAT.
Hopefully this would be an easy task, simple, in fact.
The hive was a bit sluggish (erm, no offense Schnecke) and were quite easily dispatched.
No alert had been sounded, but at this rate it would only be a matter of time before
they were discovered.
Hopefully this would be an easy task, simple, in fact.
The hive was a bit sluggish (erm, no offense Schnecke) and were quite easily dispatched.
No alert had been sounded, but at this rate it would only be a matter of time before
they were discovered.
'DOIN' THE MARIO GOOMBA STOMP!'
(Left click with mouse to open door above, then using the directional buttons on your keyboard, right moves right, left moves left and up for jump, help the rescue team stomp out the enemy)
They must find a safer, less goo-on-shoes route, namely, the ships duct system.
'INDIE VENTS'
or
'AYE, AYE, CANDY'
Creeping quietly through the ventilation system....
(Left lick...I mean 'click' CLICK with mouse the vent opening, (or if already moving please refresh page) above to 'enter' but you can't do anything else with this, it's just there for looks Oh how very artzy fartzy! :) and I'm the artzy that fartzied it!)
(Left lick...I mean 'click' CLICK with mouse the vent opening, (or if already moving please refresh page) above to 'enter' but you can't do anything else with this, it's just there for looks Oh how very artzy fartzy! :) and I'm the artzy that fartzied it!)
'TAKE THAT YOU MOTHERSUCKER ALIEN QUEEN!'
(and a special thanks to my brilliant & amazing friend for his suggestion of having only
Farlich's eyes visible through the glass window of the stasis tank in the introductory scene above ^.^ *chu*)
(and a special thanks to my brilliant & amazing friend for his suggestion of having only
Farlich's eyes visible through the glass window of the stasis tank in the introductory scene above ^.^ *chu*)
...they finally reached the containment chamber that held their comrade.
It was a fearsome site. There he was, submerged in a stasis tank of bubbling pink liquid, tubes inserted in
every orifice, his eyes staring in an unblinking comatose state. HELLdin was noticeably shaken.
They climbed down from the vent to come face-to-wha'? It was the mothersucker alien queen!
She was a lot smaller than they had imagined.
A brief battle ensued, the queen did not seem to be harmed by their glue gu...phasers. zapping away at her, while she spat a thick, green, sticky, stringy mucoid substance at them.
Suddenly, for no apparent reason, their adversary began to slowly fade. It was merely a hologram!
That would explain why no one was getting hurt. (Among other, shall we say 'technical' difficulties that are much too
complicated to explain, suffice it to say 'coding inept' :)
(Again, left click mouse on chamber and once open, use the directional buttons on your keyboard, left clicking the mouse to fire weapon.)
It was a fearsome site. There he was, submerged in a stasis tank of bubbling pink liquid, tubes inserted in
every orifice, his eyes staring in an unblinking comatose state. HELLdin was noticeably shaken.
They climbed down from the vent to come face-to-wha'? It was the mothersucker alien queen!
She was a lot smaller than they had imagined.
A brief battle ensued, the queen did not seem to be harmed by their glue gu...phasers. zapping away at her, while she spat a thick, green, sticky, stringy mucoid substance at them.
Suddenly, for no apparent reason, their adversary began to slowly fade. It was merely a hologram!
That would explain why no one was getting hurt. (Among other, shall we say 'technical' difficulties that are much too
complicated to explain, suffice it to say 'coding inept' :)
(Again, left click mouse on chamber and once open, use the directional buttons on your keyboard, left clicking the mouse to fire weapon.)
"EVENT OF THE DE-VENT'
After smashing the tube that held Farlich, they spirited him away, back through the vent
system. Their enemy appeared once again, blocking their way, spitting more of
it's viscous luggies, just as the rescue party, with Farlich in tow, began dematerializing.
(Same thang, left click mouse on vent to enter then use directional buttons, and left mouse fires.
I told you I was new at this creating games thing! Don't judge me! I'm doing a little better and promise
I'll do so even betterer next time! :)
system. Their enemy appeared once again, blocking their way, spitting more of
it's viscous luggies, just as the rescue party, with Farlich in tow, began dematerializing.
(Same thang, left click mouse on vent to enter then use directional buttons, and left mouse fires.
I told you I was new at this creating games thing! Don't judge me! I'm doing a little better and promise
I'll do so even betterer next time! :)
The T-Mats annular confinement beam returned them safely to the SIDRAT, all in their
own DNA
own DNA
'STAR SCHNECK'
(If already moving, please refresh page to start game.)
Our rescuing heroes had to decloak to enable the ship to warp, as the alien ships weaponry rose up
out of it's top disk, began firing upon them as it simultaneously released a contingent
of smaller drones. Schnecke returned fire. A blazing battle ensued, but the Slime
Lord was a better shot, dispatched the drones, the mothership was in defeat as it
too, like it's cephalopodian commander, began to fade. Was it all a holographiclucination?
(Left mouse click on screen to open. Schnecke's ship has 4way movement using the directional
buttons on your keyboard, once again clicking the left mouse fires the weapon.)
out of it's top disk, began firing upon them as it simultaneously released a contingent
of smaller drones. Schnecke returned fire. A blazing battle ensued, but the Slime
Lord was a better shot, dispatched the drones, the mothership was in defeat as it
too, like it's cephalopodian commander, began to fade. Was it all a holographiclucination?
(Left mouse click on screen to open. Schnecke's ship has 4way movement using the directional
buttons on your keyboard, once again clicking the left mouse fires the weapon.)
The rest was smooth sailing back to earth. For now. What if the tentacled menace decide
to return with reinforcements? We will just have to wait and see. Stay tuned for
the further adventures of HELLdin, the evil but...blah, blah, blah!
Thus ends this part of the story.
OK, I have to admit I 'improvised' a lot in making these games.
As mentioned previously, they are my first attempts at this sort of thing.
If I could not get it to perform how I wanted it to, I contrived ways to
get around it.
It has, however, given me great admiration for those that do create video games.
Mine is more 'eye candy', hopefully aesthetically pleasing at least, and just
offers a little interactiveness to the story.
to return with reinforcements? We will just have to wait and see. Stay tuned for
the further adventures of HELLdin, the evil but...blah, blah, blah!
Thus ends this part of the story.
OK, I have to admit I 'improvised' a lot in making these games.
As mentioned previously, they are my first attempts at this sort of thing.
If I could not get it to perform how I wanted it to, I contrived ways to
get around it.
It has, however, given me great admiration for those that do create video games.
Mine is more 'eye candy', hopefully aesthetically pleasing at least, and just
offers a little interactiveness to the story.
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Fasten your seat-belts, it's going to be a bumpy ride with loads of plot holes, as well as the usual schlockyness.
The team, their ship still encased in an armored shield but now decloaked...uncloaked....able to be seen, faced a new adverscary. They’ve been intercepted by an unknown unknown. A U.F.Ohs Noes!
A message was heard over the Sidrat’s subspace communication system:
‘Lower your shields and disengage all weapons, or you will rue this day!’
(‘Rue’? Who even uses that term?)
Further transmission:
‘I am Captain J.T. Jerk of the Starship Enterspies. Return our ship’s doctor immediately! We know he is aboard your vessel and are locked on to his coordinates. Our Chief Engineer, Snotty (yes, he’s got attitude) will engage transportation when your shields are lowered. Make no attempt to fire upon us. Resistance is futile...wait, no, that’s the Borgias, a murdering hive if there ever was one, they are not part of the United Khanfederation of Planets, anyway, I digress, be prepared to be blasted into the next universe if you do not meet our demands.’
Arzt/Schnecke responded ‘There is no need for hostility or bloodshed, Captain Jerk. I am Arzt, a Slime Lord from the planet Schlammifrey. Let me explain. We were about to embark on a mission to rescue one of our comrades from a close encounter of the absurd kind...a very close encounter, you know, the usual, probing, extraction of DNA, probing, more genetic samples, probing, aliens are always extremely anal about such things, when your good Doctor suddenly appeared in our headquarter’s lab while doing his laundry. He, being the good southern hospitable sort, offered to assist in the rescue of our friend and colleague.
That being said, we had every intention of seeking out and returning him to his original position once our mission was completed.
We are lowering our shields.’
*Turns to the Doctor*
Arzt/Schnecke- ‘Thank you for aiding us in extricating our friend here’ *under his breath but slightly audible* by shielding yourself behind a lady when the going got rough.
Doctor McKoi- ‘I heard that! Dammit, man...*pauses* you are male?....I’m a doctor, not a Conchologist...I mean, dammit! I’m a doctor, not a warrior, I’m a healer and it is my duty (HELLdin snickers to herself and whispers haha, he said ‘duty’:)...I heard that as well, young lady, ahem, it is my DUTY *gives severe sideways glance in HELLdin’s direction* to aid those in need. I swore an oath, dammit, I’m a doctor not a....’
Arzt/Schnecke and HELLdin in unison: ‘Yes, we get it already, you’re a doctor!’
Dr. McKoi: *Straightening his stance* Now, if you don’t mind ‘I’m ready to come a bored, beam me up, Snotty!’
The team, their ship still encased in an armored shield but now decloaked...uncloaked....able to be seen, faced a new adverscary. They’ve been intercepted by an unknown unknown. A U.F.Ohs Noes!
A message was heard over the Sidrat’s subspace communication system:
‘Lower your shields and disengage all weapons, or you will rue this day!’
(‘Rue’? Who even uses that term?)
Further transmission:
‘I am Captain J.T. Jerk of the Starship Enterspies. Return our ship’s doctor immediately! We know he is aboard your vessel and are locked on to his coordinates. Our Chief Engineer, Snotty (yes, he’s got attitude) will engage transportation when your shields are lowered. Make no attempt to fire upon us. Resistance is futile...wait, no, that’s the Borgias, a murdering hive if there ever was one, they are not part of the United Khanfederation of Planets, anyway, I digress, be prepared to be blasted into the next universe if you do not meet our demands.’
Arzt/Schnecke responded ‘There is no need for hostility or bloodshed, Captain Jerk. I am Arzt, a Slime Lord from the planet Schlammifrey. Let me explain. We were about to embark on a mission to rescue one of our comrades from a close encounter of the absurd kind...a very close encounter, you know, the usual, probing, extraction of DNA, probing, more genetic samples, probing, aliens are always extremely anal about such things, when your good Doctor suddenly appeared in our headquarter’s lab while doing his laundry. He, being the good southern hospitable sort, offered to assist in the rescue of our friend and colleague.
That being said, we had every intention of seeking out and returning him to his original position once our mission was completed.
We are lowering our shields.’
*Turns to the Doctor*
Arzt/Schnecke- ‘Thank you for aiding us in extricating our friend here’ *under his breath but slightly audible* by shielding yourself behind a lady when the going got rough.
Doctor McKoi- ‘I heard that! Dammit, man...*pauses* you are male?....I’m a doctor, not a Conchologist...I mean, dammit! I’m a doctor, not a warrior, I’m a healer and it is my duty (HELLdin snickers to herself and whispers haha, he said ‘duty’:)...I heard that as well, young lady, ahem, it is my DUTY *gives severe sideways glance in HELLdin’s direction* to aid those in need. I swore an oath, dammit, I’m a doctor not a....’
Arzt/Schnecke and HELLdin in unison: ‘Yes, we get it already, you’re a doctor!’
Dr. McKoi: *Straightening his stance* Now, if you don’t mind ‘I’m ready to come a bored, beam me up, Snotty!’
Energize.....
(Click on the transporter console. Nothing can be done, just watch as Dr. McKoi is beamed aboard the Enterspies.)
After the good doctor dematerialized and Snotty hailed he was safely back aboard the Enterspies, it, too, slowly did so and was gone.
The rescue a success, it was time to return to headquarters.
Thus ends this adventure, but stay tuned, there will be many more!
(Wait, what's that you say? There was something fishy about McKoi whilst aboard the alien ship? Oh, yes, his appearance. I failed to mention McKoi is half human, half Jinli. Because of the Enterspie's crew, having had a previous encounter with the Octolians, he felt it best to disguise himself as a full human using a holographian device, rather than opening up a can of worms (which is actually a delicacy to the Jinli) at being recognized. Apparently his previous confrontation with the Octolians did not end well.)
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Flashback.
As the others fought valiantly somewhere in Space....
As the others fought valiantly somewhere in Space....
‘Egor’s Handiwork’
(Back in the laboratory at B.O.O.B. Headquarters)
The Professor of Pandemonic Pain, aka Professor P.P., steps out from behind one of the lab's tables, trying to determine what had just happened-
A voice is heard- ‘It’s been too long, maybe we should form another rescue mission?’
Professor P.P.*spins around*- ‘Who said that?’
Death Maul- ‘I did.’
A noise is heard as a 'crap...I mean, 'trap door' drops open. <(Yeh, yeh, I never said this was pretty or delicate!)
It's The Proctologist- ‘He did.’
It's The Proctologist- ‘He did.’
Professor P.P. spins back round in a state of confusion--
Professor P.P.- ‘What the....’
Professor P.P.*the realization hits the brainpan*- ‘GOOOOOORE! HERE, FRONT AND CENTER!’
Professor P.P.- ‘What the....’
Professor P.P.*the realization hits the brainpan*- ‘GOOOOOORE! HERE, FRONT AND CENTER!’
Frankie Gore scurries in- ‘Yesh, Mashter, you called?’
(As mentioned before, the Professor insists on Frankie speaking thusly whenever in his presence.)
*Each turn as they speak* (Just picture it in your head! I've had the story part written for months [in fact, before the actual rescue mission] but was having trouble trying to create a motion movement effect and I apologize for the shoddiness of it, which, as you can see, I finally gave up *sigh*)
Professor P.P.- 'Lawks a mussy, Frank, what have you done you gormless twonk!?!'
'And why are you wearing one of my lab coats!'
The Proctologist prattles- ‘I do make house calls. I am a professional, you know, why do you think they
call me The Proctologist.’
Death Maul in response- 'Where'd that come from?'
Professor P.P.- ‘BELT UP, ALL OF YOU!!! I can't think with all of you yammering!’
Death Maul- ‘I think that's 'belt up, all of US' and I don’t feel like thinking just now, I feel like playing a video game’
'Do we really need a belt?'
Professor P.P.- *sigh* then glancing down, ‘By the way, nice job on the trousers, Frank....they are 'trousers', correct?’
The Proctologist- ‘Yes, indubitably.’
Professor P.P.*questioningly*- ‘One brain? ONE BRAIN!?!’
The Proctologist- 'One brain to rule them all, one brain to find them, one brain to bring them all
and in the Lab he binds them....' *wide grin, quite pleased with himself*
Death Maul- 'Oh you clever boy!'
Frankie Gore- ‘No...erm, well, Yesh, but I joined one hemishphere from each...except *pointing to The Proctologist* for his.'
The Proctologist- ‘Brilliant!’
Professor P.P.- *becoming irate* 'Brilliant? Brilliant you say? Poppycock! This is absolutely ridiculous! You're
as big an idiot as Gore!'
The Proctologist- 'Why I never! I don't know what to say! I'm completely bumflapped!'
Death Maul *a bemused smile forming*- ‘This could work, after all, we’ll always have your back, Professor! Literally!’
Professor P.P.- *deeper sigh* 'No, this is a nightmare!' *glares at Frankie, then replies to all* 'If you
don't mind, I'd like to be alone with my thoughts right now.'
Death Maul- 'You mean OUR thoughts'
The Proctologist- 'Yes, OUR thoughts' *nodding*
Death Maul- 'Stop that nodding! It feels....uncomfortable, and shut up, your brain
isn't attached to ours you idiot!'
Professor P.P.- *shaking his head in frustration* 'Egads! Will the both of you please
SHUT UP, I'm trying to think!'
Death Maul- 'I know, I sense it, and let me know when you're going to shake your head
again, it makes me dizzy!'
The Proctologist- 'I agree!'
Death Maul- 'Agree to what?'
The Proctologist- 'Ummmm, to what he said.'
Professor P.P.- 'To what who said? Oh, nevermind. I think I need to have a lie-down for a
bit, and suss this out.'
The Proctologist- 'I second that!'
Death Maul- 'Do I have a choice?'
Professor P.P.- 'By the way, I sleep on my back.'
They...it...whatever, left the room in a most awkwardly disjointed manner,
(As mentioned before, the Professor insists on Frankie speaking thusly whenever in his presence.)
*Each turn as they speak* (Just picture it in your head! I've had the story part written for months [in fact, before the actual rescue mission] but was having trouble trying to create a motion movement effect and I apologize for the shoddiness of it, which, as you can see, I finally gave up *sigh*)
Professor P.P.- 'Lawks a mussy, Frank, what have you done you gormless twonk!?!'
'And why are you wearing one of my lab coats!'
The Proctologist prattles- ‘I do make house calls. I am a professional, you know, why do you think they
call me The Proctologist.’
Death Maul in response- 'Where'd that come from?'
Professor P.P.- ‘BELT UP, ALL OF YOU!!! I can't think with all of you yammering!’
Death Maul- ‘I think that's 'belt up, all of US' and I don’t feel like thinking just now, I feel like playing a video game’
'Do we really need a belt?'
Professor P.P.- *sigh* then glancing down, ‘By the way, nice job on the trousers, Frank....they are 'trousers', correct?’
The Proctologist- ‘Yes, indubitably.’
Professor P.P.*questioningly*- ‘One brain? ONE BRAIN!?!’
The Proctologist- 'One brain to rule them all, one brain to find them, one brain to bring them all
and in the Lab he binds them....' *wide grin, quite pleased with himself*
Death Maul- 'Oh you clever boy!'
Frankie Gore- ‘No...erm, well, Yesh, but I joined one hemishphere from each...except *pointing to The Proctologist* for his.'
The Proctologist- ‘Brilliant!’
Professor P.P.- *becoming irate* 'Brilliant? Brilliant you say? Poppycock! This is absolutely ridiculous! You're
as big an idiot as Gore!'
The Proctologist- 'Why I never! I don't know what to say! I'm completely bumflapped!'
Death Maul *a bemused smile forming*- ‘This could work, after all, we’ll always have your back, Professor! Literally!’
Professor P.P.- *deeper sigh* 'No, this is a nightmare!' *glares at Frankie, then replies to all* 'If you
don't mind, I'd like to be alone with my thoughts right now.'
Death Maul- 'You mean OUR thoughts'
The Proctologist- 'Yes, OUR thoughts' *nodding*
Death Maul- 'Stop that nodding! It feels....uncomfortable, and shut up, your brain
isn't attached to ours you idiot!'
Professor P.P.- *shaking his head in frustration* 'Egads! Will the both of you please
SHUT UP, I'm trying to think!'
Death Maul- 'I know, I sense it, and let me know when you're going to shake your head
again, it makes me dizzy!'
The Proctologist- 'I agree!'
Death Maul- 'Agree to what?'
The Proctologist- 'Ummmm, to what he said.'
Professor P.P.- 'To what who said? Oh, nevermind. I think I need to have a lie-down for a
bit, and suss this out.'
The Proctologist- 'I second that!'
Death Maul- 'Do I have a choice?'
Professor P.P.- 'By the way, I sleep on my back.'
They...it...whatever, left the room in a most awkwardly disjointed manner,
(And yes, I know there are plot holes, there always are, so either keep it to yourself or you are welcomed to leave a complaint at the Complaint's Department which you will find under the main menu. Thank you.)
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Schnecke insisted I post this, a few are long lost relatives multiplicitly removed. He is also a fan of the late David Bowie. I introduce to you now, Bowiebranchia.