Tuesday, November 30, 2010

This isn't what I ordered




Pardon me sir, and I use that term most sarcastically, we demand to be transported to Non-Parallel Allentown.

Impossible. The interphasic plumbing is all bollocksed up. I'm afraid the recent incursions have completely shut down interdimensional travel.

Unacceptable. We have been brought here against our will and we are determined to continue to our final destination: I demand to speak with your superior. I suspect it won't be diffcult to find one. There must be a list, a very long one, comprising quite very many names.

I'm a bloody dues-paying, card-carrying heavenly saint. Recently promoted at that. You'd like to talk to my superior? I bet you bloody well would wouldn't you? You and a few billion others.

Well, Saint Onslow. I am a full-fledged semidemon from an alternate timeline with a questionable attitude. I carry no cards and pay no dues. However, I impale feeble-minded bureaucrats who stand in my way, much as you are doing at this moment. ... I demand to be transported. I shan't ask nicely again.

Listen, Mrs. Marge or whatever you call yourself in your alternate timeline. I would like nothing better than see you swirling around in one of those toilets, but the system is down! It simply does not work. ---Beep! Beep! Beep!--- Ah, who the bloody hell is calling me now? ... Hello? Yes sir.

Have you tracked down Bramwell yet?

Ah! Mr. Christ I presume?

Who is that, Onslow?

It's Marge, sir. She's makin a fuss about not being able to get to Non-Parallel Allentown.

Marge?!?

Not Marge Marge, sir. That other one. Mrs. Egram. ... She would like a word.

No way. Tell her I'm not here.

I can hear you, Mr. Christ. All powerful, indeed.

Listen dude. If she wants to go in the toilet, by all means let her go in the toilet. Call me back when she's gone. Later.

Copy that, sir. ... Good news Mrs. E. You're on your way to Non-Parallel Allentown! No charge. Into the toilets with the lot of ya!

It's about time. ... Gentlemen, look sharp. We are about to meet our destiny!

Donovan, hit the switch!

They're off! What a grand adventure!

It's going to be a rough ride, I'll tell you that. Damn glad to be rid of that lot.

Excuse me? May I have some more TP, please? I'm having a bit of a rough ride myself.

Straight away Mr. Z. Coming right up. I'll bring you some tea and more of those finger sandwiches you like, as well. Gotta keep up your energy!

Thank you. And don't skimp on the fingers this time!

How long has he been in here?

Oh, a couple of hours now. Stall No. 3. He's my best customer. ... Hey, how long before the Egram party reaches Non-Parallel Allentown?

Allentown? Not bloody likely. I sent 'em to the South Pole. ... Wait a sec ... did you say Stall No. 3???

Oh my Lord! Mr. Z! Don't flush!!!!!


This isn't what I ordered.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Arf!





What the hell are we doin out in the woods?


Shhh. Just wait.


Shouldn't we be on our way to the South Pole?


Not without Ponzi.


Ponzi? That bad damn dog?



Why not?I could go for a snack. Ponzi chops!


That's not funny. Those TV chefs tried to eat my dog ... and they are going to pay!

There he goes talking big again. I don't see any damn dogs out here. Just a buncha damn crows.

Caw!


Watch out!


Ponzi!


Ponzi?



Arf!


That's my good boy!


Good Lord! Ponzi's a spy!

Damn!

I'll have us in Antarctica in time for supper. ... Now bow before me?

Hell no!

Monday, July 19, 2010

All part of God's plan


Hell, no! I'm not goin anywhere with goddam Newman.

That's Lord Newman. Now, bow before me.

Hell, no! You're no damn lord of mine!

Come on! Agent Bauer says he wants us to go to Antarctica with Lord Newman. We promised to do what he said or else he'd torture us.

You two are torturing me right now. Besides, the damn note says Antartica. There's no such place.

It was just a typo.

This bastard fooled Jesus into putting him in charge of Parallel Heaven. Then he canceled half-price wings! Not to mention he got my butt kicked outta real Heaven and had Jesus send me to the damn North Pole. ... The Player's not going back to any damn North Pole!

Listen, this is all part of God's plan. Jesus himself wants you to follow me. ... Besides, Antarctica is the South Pole.

Damn! ... Well I ain't riding in any damn more toilets.

We won't have to travel through the toilets. But first we need to make a stop. Wear this disguise -- you'll look like an acolyte.

An astronaut??? I look like Harry damn Potter!

Hey! When do I get my damn money?