Thursday, December 9, 2010

Do Not Disturb...

Covering your ears against the alarm, you race through the corridors, glancing in to empty offices and calling for Tharg as you turn this way and that. “Tharg!” you yell, at the top of your voice. “Where are you? I have to warn you about the Dictators of Zrag!” Rounding a corner you spot an office with a sliver of light visible at the bottom of the door. A thumping techno beat is emanating from within, growing louder the closer you get and drowning out the sound of the alarm. There is a “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door handle but you disregard it and burst right in. "Quaequam Blag!" a voice blurts, and you skid to a halt in the doorway, eyes agog, as the dance music blasting from a stereo assaults your senses. Tharg is in the room, standing alongside a working photocopier and holding some sheets of A4 paper in his hands... Sitting on the photocopier glass, with her skirt bunched around her waist, is a scaly, green-skinned female with cascading locks of white and black hair, and a tail wiggling in the air behind her.



You take all of this in in an instant (even managing to get a look at the revealing photocopies Tharg holds) and are suddenly at a loss for words. “Well, hello there,” says Tyranny Rex, flicking her hair and flashing a pointy-toothed smile. “Join the queue, honey, the more the merrier...” Sadly, Tharg does not feel the same, and before you can stutter an apology or even begin to explain what you’re doing here, he has lifted one hand and screamed: “Rigellian Hotshot!” A blast of sizzling energy shoots from his hand and it is all you can do to lift your arm before your face before it hits you. The last thing you hear, before you sizzle away, is Tyranny saying: “Oh, Tharg, you party pooper. All he wanted was a picture of my snatch...” and then, for you, the night is over...

The End.


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