Long, Long Ago, (at leat 16 hours, real long in this market) on a thread far, far away........
The silent but deadly Rambi, her golden mane tossed by the hot, sullen wind, her custom-made Doc Martens scuffed by the rocky terrain, her war-bikini cruelly torn in several (non-strategic) places, surveys a gaggle of battle-hardened GOOFans approaching.
A motley crew they appear, led by the most hardened of all, Qman, his long, hard walrusi tusk of a spear dripping with the vital juices of his latest conquest, his orange fishnet gummibear deflector at the ready. Bringing up the rear of the GOOFI phalanx is the nefarious yet still-addled King Crimson Crabgrass, keeper of the philosphic flame of their spiritual leader, The Big GOOFI, known throughout the galaxy for his contrarian ways.
Though hopelessly outnumbered, the Feelers champion steadfastly holds her ground, knowing that she will take many of these usurpers with her, hoping against hope that her stand will not be in vain, that her actions on the field of battle will enable others to express their feelings without fear.
Suddenly, from over a debris-strewn rise, through a haze of cordite and overdone cheese crumpets, to a slightly off-key trumpet fanfare, strides a figure of fear such as no GOOFan ever knew. From the top of her chapeau de combat to the toes of her sturdy-yet-elegant Capezios, she radiates equal measures of mindless violence and infra-chic.
Rambi squints gracefully into the distance, shielding her eyes from the glare of the flaming Iomegan thread, latest victim of rampant GOOFism. Is it true? Can it be? Yes!
It is her SIDEKICK, SGT. ROCKETTE! Together they will take on the GOOFan hordes...
<GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG> The foregoing is not laughter, it is a G-STRING.
Anyone else wanna take over the next installment?
Jeff, aka KCC
PS -- With apologies to all, especially Marvel Comics and Stan Lee. |
