I'm bored.
Which is why I'm live-blogging this.
Still no sign of the "specialist" that the Citadel of Doom's manager hired to catch me or kill me or what-the-hell-ever. Although I do see a new spacecraft on the Citadel of Doom's rocket pad. It's one of those "environmentally-friendly" foreign models. Y'know. All tiny and cramped and snub-nosed and boxy-lookin'? Runs on starlight and dreams and vaporized cat pee? Probably has a little compartment to store your balls in? Yeah. One of those. If my pursuer is driving that weeniemobile, I don't anticipate him/her putting up much of a fight.
Criminy, but it's quiet this morning. Usually, I wake up to the sounds of the Planetoid of Peril's assorted fauna ripping one another into bloody gobbets. Today? Nothin'.
A flock of venomwings is flying past the cave, providing some welcome screeching.
One of the creatures just gave me the stink-eye, but I just stared it down like I always do. Yeah. You'd better keep going. Heh.
It looks like the venomwings have zeroed in on something below my cave, under the canopy of trees. They're circling, like they always do, and
HOLY SHIT
they
out of the SKY
just
the hell
The venomwings, they just stopped flying and fell, all of them, all at once.
I don't like this.
I don't like this at all.
Well, now I suppose I have to go down there and see what all the hubbub is a
hang on
WOW
Not only can I not believe who they sent after me, but I can't believe what they're wearing.
I gotta go have a "talk" with the "specialist."
*cracks knuckles*
Seeya.
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9 comments:
C'mon, YOU are the specialist!
Let us know how they look ASAP.
I hate those engines that run on cat pee, they get that awful smell in them that you can never wash out.
It's especially galling since cat pee prices have skyrocketed in recent years, what with developing planetary economies driving up galactic demand. Everyone is vying for a big, stinky piece of that cat pee pie. Which is the other factor driving up demand: its culinary applications.
The cat pee companies, meanwhile, report record profits. The cats themselves had no comment.
Its the Wanderers isn't it. Hopefully the pre-Crisis version whose costumes aren't as bad as the 90s re-vamp...
Gustavo: Hey, I'm trying to build suspense. Don't sass me!
Jon: Have you tried washing out the engine with gasoline?
Bill S.: Yeah, I hate how our intergalactic policy is being guided by Big Cat Pee.
Lurker: Nope! (All will be revealed tomorrow.)
Stink eye, I haven't heard that in years
Admittedly, it took a full millennium for it to come back into fashion.
I am BORED too! You seem bored.
Lovely blog. Thanks for sharing with us.
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