Thursday, March 08, 2007
New Beginning 237
“And once again, the savage pampas teemed with native revolutionaries bringing rivers of blood and death to the native Paavvidians and Fornescues alike. The Fornescues that the natives couldn’t impale, they burnt in their prefab bungalows.” Tiki-Manu read from Orphoonia’s history of Paavve.
“How can you read that drivel? Is this the one where the bare-chested hero conquers the world, screws all of the female Paavvidians with big tits, becomes dictator for life and only has two new scars to show for it?” Dak-Omar used his duffel as a stool.
“Histories of dark landmasses teeming with wild animals and savage ethnics aren’t drivel. They’re object lessons in how to subjugate entire alien subcultures with BO and webbed feet. Besides, there’s nothing else to do until XO Weinerman’s gathering,” Tiki-Manu answered, flouncing her wimples.
“Nothing to do, never!” Dak-Omar laughed. “I need a drink, a Whiskey Blizzard will do,” his voice echoed, attracting attention.
The Flibberaanian behind the bar lifted his apron and brandished his taktuk in Dak-Omar's direction.
"Does that mean I'm getting a Whiskey Blizzard or not?" Dak-Omar called out.
"By the Eyes of PW Drakka-Noblex-Pluuunia, you certainly will, Sir, and I shall be stirring this one with extra care."
Tiki-Manu dragged her eyes up from the pages of her yuukulvibberkik to check out the Fliberaanian. ''Maybe not so good," she said. "That taktuk doesn't look any too clean."
Opening: Anonymous.....Continuation: McKoala
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