Parallel Time: August 2011

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Damn, dude!

Gentlemen, we have guests for dinner.

Marge! Damn, run away!

Hell! We're gonna be the dinner!

Stay right there, Marge! I have a thermonuclear device in my pocket and I know how to use it.

Oh dear me. And I thought you were just happy to see me.

Agent Bauer! This is not the creature you know as Marge.

Sure looks like her.

Yeah. If it walks like a duck, it's a damn duck!

I remind you of waterfowl? How nice.

I think she owes me some damn money, too.

I introduce you to Mrs. Egram. She is the result of a badly botched mission into the past to kill Marge.

Ah. You belong to an alternate timeline.

Correct. I am apparently the proto Marge, as it were. And who might you be?

I am your Lord. Bow before me.

Unlikely.

Can it, Newman.

I can vouch for what she says. I helped botch the attempt to kill her.

Your efforts were, in fact, crucial.

Atown Liker? It's true. You're alive!

Hmm. Maybe he that alternate Irish Tenor feller.

Nope. It's me. The tenor is still in non-Parallel Allentown.

Hmmm. I reckon he oughta said this here is I. Mmm.

Spare us the grammar lesson. I have come to aid you in destroying the demon Marge, who presently soiling the good name of the Egram family.

Explain to me again how it is that you aren't Marge.

Gentlemen, and madam, we'll discuss it over dinner.

Thermonuclear device? Damn, dude.

Monday, August 22, 2011

I'm Andrew. I don't know how I got here. One moment I was in a stall at the Parallel Allentown Underground Comfort Station and the next thing you know I was being sucked into the toilet. When I was finally able to climb out, I was here.

Is he with you, Mrs. Egram?

Hardly. I have never laid eyes on this man.

I've seen him on TV. He eats disgusting things.

Hmmm. I remember this feller from that underground bathroom. He was in the stall next to me 'n he kept wavin at me under the wall.

Nonsense! I dropped a sandwich.

Hmmm. Then he kept a-bumpin my foot with his foot.

It's just that I have a wide stance.

Oh, puh-lease!

I can only assume that St. Onslow sent him to be a part of your team, Mrs. Egram.

Team? This is what the Parallel Vatican considers a team? Three time-travelling idiots and a gluttonous pervert?

I'm not a glutton. I just like eat repulsive things. In moderation.

We must not question God's plan, Mrs. Egram. Everyone, come to the dining room and join the others.

Dining room?

Monday, August 1, 2011

I will not be referred to as a byproduct

Your Haughtiness, these people have been sent to us by St. Onslow.

Mistakenly, I might add.

They are associates of the others who arrived here earlier. ... Except for Mrs. Egram. She claims to be from an alternate timeline.

You mean from non-Parallel Time, don't you?

No sir. He does not. And I shall speak for myself if you don't mind.

Please Mrs. Egram, by all means.

I lived happily in my own time, you see -- the non-Parallel Time of the past as it were -- until these three (as well as a so-called vampire hunter and his son, a polar bear, who have been since dispatched to non-Parallel 1868) -- altered my timeline in a clumsy attempt to kill me.

Um. ... Marge, actually, if I may interject. It was a clumsy attempt to go back in time to kill Marge before she became a demon and destroyed Allentown in non-Parallel Time ...

... Except that their Marge did not exist yet. In fact, it was their interference that created her.

Ironic, I reckon.

And what is your part in this?

I, Mrs. Egram, was the pre-Marge. Their attempt to kill me caused a landslide in which I apparently ate my younger half-brother, the combining his demonic power with my own.

You see, Marge, I mean pre-Marge Mrs. Egram, was actually a semidemon, the offspring of a half vampire and a cambion.

Cambion?

The byproduct of a union between an incubus or a succubus and a human.

I will not be referred to as a byproduct.

Her brother Ronan ...

Half brother.

... was a descendant of the Irish mythical warrior Cuchlainn.

He wasn't so mythical. His Parallel Time counterpart escaped into non-Parallel Time and destroyed a whole block of Allentown while trying to get revenge on Marge.

... We went back in time again to the moment before the landslide and tried to kill her again. ...

Hmm. But we done messed it up again pretty good and got stuck in an alternate timeline.

And, yet, you stand before me now?

Mm. We done figured the alternate timeline would have would have one of them underground latrines that Ol' Donovan lived in in this timeline. 'Cept he was young Donovan when we got there. Hmmm. Acourse that was when we got mixed up with Ol' Bramwell.

Bramwell? My head is spinning.

Pardon me, Your Hindquarters, someone else has just come through the toilet.

You have entered Parallel Time

While the demon Marge presides over the stick-by-stick destruction of non-Parallel Allentown, things are really nice over here in Parallel Allentown. Parallel Allentown has a monorail, two space ports, a hockey arena that is home to the Jersey Devils, an entire minor league baseball league, the world headquarters of several Fortune 100 corporations (including Tofu Turkeys and the world’s largest horse-processing plant, the Glue Works), dozens of theme and amusement parks, including the Whoo-Hoo Works, a string of glittering riverfront resorts, the world's largest department store (Hess's Dammit), 18 Irish Brew Works and several Tommie Tomorrow's Mexican eateries. The town is also famous for the milk it produces at its state-of-the-art dairy facility, the Moo Works. Allentown is also known for having the realm’s largest concentration of TV chefs per square acre. The city is home to Parallel Time's most prominent blogger, Parallel Atown-Liker, and his team of intrepid diarists. Allentown's first Irish mayor, Barry O'Bama, once walked across Lake Muhlenberg, but lately he’s been up to his knees in goose shit. The city’s previous mayor, whose name may only be spoken on sanctified ground, has been beatified after being carried to heaven by angels during a ground-breaking ceremony. He has been credited with legalizing prostitution in Parallel Time and establishing Allentown's first legal brothel, the Screw Works. Now that Ronan and the Irish Tenor have left the realm, the crime rate here is 0. ... However, not all is well. Incursions from Non-parallel Time have shaken this once-tranquil Camelot. Deceased non-Parallel actor Paul Newman has declared himself Lord of Parallel Time, taking over the Twin Tofu Turkey Towers and converting them to The Pew Works, a church dedicated to worshipping himself. He canceled half-price wings in Parallel Heaven and initiated the Celestial Lockdown Protocols, barring all travel between the realms. His dog, Ponzi, has stolen more than $50 billion from President Madoff and has barely escaped several attempts by the TV chefs to eat him. Though the Celestial Lockdown Protocols have insulated Lord Newman from any attempts by non-Parallel Heaven (which nominally rules Parallel Heaven) to remove him from power, it has also prevented the Crows from carrying out their somewhat vague but nefarious plans. Typically the Crows can fly through space and time, going from realm to realm as easily as they fly from tree to tree. The protocols have prevented the Crows from traveling between realms, prompting Bramwell, the Lord of the Crows, to befriend Mrs. Egram, the proto Marge who has emerged from an alternate timeline created by several clumsy attempts by a band of time travelers from non-Parallel time to kill her. Mrs. Egram had hoped to travel from alternate Parallel Time to non-alternate Parallel Time using a transphasic freight elevator hidden in the underground rest station (The Poo Works) that links Parallel and non-Parallel Time and is guarded, respectively, by Donovan and Old Donovan -- her theory being that all alternate timelines intersect with the one non-alternate timeline in the bathroom beneath center square, which is really more of a circle. Her goal is to confront Marge, who she believes has acted badly by destroying non-Parallel Allentown and has cast shame upon the good name of the Egram family, who are descended from proud caste of vampires and assorted demons and semidemons. Bramwell convinced Mrs. Egram to allow him to accompany her and her companions (part of the group who created her by botching two attempts to kill her in an earlier stage of her life) on a transphasic elevator ride that he had secretly re-routed. Bramwell double-crossed the group, exiting the elevator in the Realm of the Really Big Crows and leaving Mrs. Egram's group, including their pet dinosaur, Scrapple (a gift from Jesus during a stop in the prehistoric past), to be destroyed in a transphasic bubble that was about to burst. Meanwhile, sensing a threat from the Crows as well as the realization of apocalyptic prophesies, Parallel Pope Boneyface has moved Vatican operations to the South Pole, where the intense cold freezes the crows' little bodies before they can do much damage. They fall to the icy ground and are eaten by jackass penguins. As a result of the threat posed by the crows, Jesus has allowed part of a team led by Agent Bauer to bypass the protocols. Using transphasic toilet travel, Bauer was sent to the South Pole to help prepare for any incursions there by the Crows, learning in the process that Newman was secretly sent by Jesus to Parallel Time to keep tabs on the Crows and their ties to elements in Parallel and non-Parallel Hell. Atown Liker and the Player were sent to Parallel Allentown to bring Newman to the South Pole to join with Bauer and Pope Boneyface. However, three of their team members, Rudolph, Gen. Trexler and the angel Bubbles, were prevented from making the trip when they could not answer Old Donovan’s questions. Rudolf and Trexler were condemned to Hell, while Bubbles was condemned to the Macungies. All three were later rescued by extraction teams sent by Jesus in a blog entry that has mysteriously never been seen, even in flash-back form. Mrs. Egram’s group was saved from from oblivion when Scrapple was snatched from their elevator by a transphasic bubble, which set off an alarm that alerted St. Onslo to shut down the system, leaving the elevator to crash-land in the rest station in non-alternate Parallel Time. Tiring of Mrs. Egram’s demands to be sent to non-alternate non-Parallel time, Onslo sent the team via toilet to the only place that could still be accessed by the faulty system – the non-alternate Parallel South Pole. The TV chef Andrew, who was having lunch in one of the stalls, was also transported to the South Pole accidentally. Meanwhile, now in the Realm of the Really Big Crows, Bramwell traveled to the North Pole where he attempted to use a transpolar destabilizer to open a rift that would allow him to travel to the South Pole in Parallel Time (see Shish Kebob Theory). However, he and his No. 1 henchcrow came under fire from Santa Claus after Bramwell had subdued one of Santa’s polar bears. One of Santa’s bullets struck the destabilizer, opening a small rift that pulled the henchcrow into the same transphasic bubble occupied by Scrapple, who had become self-aware with the ability to reason and speak. That bubble then burst, leaving the two in the Parallel South Pole wilderness, where Scrapple promptly ate Bramwell’s second-in-command. Avoiding a drunken Santa’s bullets, Bramwell finally got the destabilizer to function and escaped to the Parallel South Pole. Narrowly surviving an encounter with Scrapple, Bramwell has accessed the Vatican basement through a crevice and seeks to free the Great White Crow, which was imprisoned under the ice after its epic battle with the Irish warrior Cuchulain, many eons ago.

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Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Damn, dude!

Monday, August 22, 2011

I have a wide stance

Monday, August 1, 2011

I will not be referred to as a byproduct

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