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Chapter 7

The Story The Authors

The still slightly empty and flaccid jaw flopped open and the pie went in. Bozoti and all stood still and silently for brief and bottomless second. Nothing happened. The collective sigh of relief crept on kitten feet to the edges of their lips and dangled from them. It began a slow and cautious descent. Then Vashondra went "Ulp!" The vibrations started at the tip of her toes and worked themselves up from there in geometric proportions until the entire reanimated form quavered and flopped around like the stricken android in "Blade Runner". From deep within the body anguished squeals of "Skiiiipppeeeerr!" rose and split the air. Lanark

Piercing the quiet, all turned and watched the episodic rendering with horror. corgi

To their suprise they saw a huge monkey and it was evident that it needed to be spanked! rich

"That's correct", replied the zoologist. Noone would touch the diseased chimp after hearing that the last person that touched the monkey swelled up like a balloon and turned a puke green color and had boil like lumps all over their body; aside from that; they don't die!. This isn't some that was on anyones wish list. A rather tall and amazing thin man pondered,"Why don't they shoot the stupid thing?"All of a sudden all onlookers of the huge, diseased farment are startled by a loud,"BANG".The monkey exploded releasing the disease on the crowd.There was yelling and screeming.Now clearly an epidemic the president was called and enformed about the occurance. "Monica would you get off me i gotta get the phone! Zeus

And, back to reality... Vashondra had become enraged, as the MaddyMoodyMaddyMoody reminded her that her monthly visitor had come upon her. "Gilligan, SHUT UP!!" she cried in anger. "The Skip hear you no more." The Bozoti Chieftain, Chief High Mucky-Muck, was aghast that Vash did not seem to be otherwise affected by the pie. "That was my best Lemon Merengue! Holy baked Alaska, lil' buddy -- she should be a stiffy by now!" Dastardly Dan was noticing at this time that Injun Joe was looking mighty strange. "Hello Joe, what do ya know?" he asked. "I just got back from a Bozoti pie show...Yeah!" Joe replied. "Oh, and did you notice that Vash has a stiffy?" Happy Boy (and Cuddles, too)

"No she should be a stiffy." Dan corrected. "No, look!" Injun Joe insisted. "She has a stiffy!" And by God, he was right. Vashondra du Lunchenette had a bonafide stiffy! But their attention was diverted by the flashing of massive green and yellow lights and stange electronic music. They all rushed to the kitchen window to search for the source of the musical light show. They didn't have to search very long for out on the lawn a Ufo was making it's landing. They were all surprised to see that the Ufo was a flying saucer, much like the flying saucers they'd seen in all those 1950's B-movies about martians. Bitzy in particular believed that extra-terrestrial beings would show up in much flashier vehicles. They all watched intently as a door opened on the underside of the saucer and a tall slender figure shuffled down the gangplank. It looked both ways and then in a booming voice it said "I AM NEENOR!" The windows rattled and everyone could feel the vibration in their chests. "I AM NEENOR!" it said again. cuddles

"For fuck's sake, we can hear you already, Neenor!" bellowed Voshondra before heaving a monumental sigh. Yes, her monthly visitor had arrived again and his name was Neenor. It was such a drag. Just the thought of it was already beginning to deflate the pronounced pup tent in the front of her pantsuit. Sure, the first few times had been fun. With a whizz and bang and laser light show to put Styx to shame, Neenor had slid down from the heavens to whisk her off for intergalactic joyrides at light speeds and dined her on rare and unknown delicacies from around the unknown regions of the universe. He would wine and dine her and dazzle her eyes with sights never before witnessed by a human. He would treat her to lavish entertainments on distant stars and destroy entire planets and pull his "I Am The God-Head" stunt on primitive backwater tribes for her amusement. But in the end, no matter what wonder of the known reality he could show her it came down to two problems. The first was Neenor's rather insistent prodding of her for sex, which she of course didn't object to on any moral basis. It was just that the reproductive organs of his species involved a few more barbed wriggly things than she normally felt comfortable with and second and infinitely more importantly, Neenor was a titantic bore. And no matter how directly or defiantly told him to piss off and leave her alone inevitably a month later he would be back rattling the windows and boring her to tears, and begging for a chance to get into her pants. The Gilligan side of her brain just wondered if there would be lunch involved. Lanark

The Story	The Authors
The still slightly empty and flaccid jaw flopped open and the pie went in. Bozoti and all stood still and silently for brief and bottomless second. Nothing happened. The collective sigh of relief crept on kitten feet to the edges of their lips and dangled from them. It began a slow and cautious descent. Then Vashondra went "Ulp!" The vibrations started at the tip of her toes and worked themselves up from there in geometric proportions until the entire reanimated form quavered and flopped around like the stricken android in "Blade Runner". From deep within the body anguished squeals of "Skiiiipppeeeerr!" rose and split the air.	Lanark
Piercing the quiet, all turned and watched the episodic rendering with horror.	corgi
To their suprise they saw a huge monkey and it was evident that it needed to be spanked!	rich
"That's correct", replied the zoologist. Noone would touch the diseased chimp after hearing that the last person that touched the monkey swelled up like a balloon and turned a puke green color and had boil like lumps all over their body; aside from that; they don't die!. This isn't some that was on anyones wish list. A rather tall and amazing thin man pondered,"Why don't they shoot the stupid thing?"All of a sudden all onlookers of the huge, diseased farment are startled by a loud,"BANG".The monkey exploded releasing the disease on the crowd.There was yelling and screeming.Now clearly an epidemic the president was called and enformed about the occurance. "Monica would you get off me i gotta get the phone!	Zeus
And, back to reality... Vashondra had become enraged, as the MaddyMoodyMaddyMoody reminded her that her monthly visitor had come upon her. "Gilligan, SHUT UP!!" she cried in anger. "The Skip hear you no more." The Bozoti Chieftain, Chief High Mucky-Muck, was aghast that Vash did not seem to be otherwise affected by the pie. "That was my best Lemon Merengue! Holy baked Alaska, lil' buddy -- she should be a stiffy by now!" Dastardly Dan was noticing at this time that Injun Joe was looking mighty strange. "Hello Joe, what do ya know?" he asked. "I just got back from a Bozoti pie show...Yeah!" Joe replied. "Oh, and did you notice that Vash has a stiffy?"	Happy Boy (and Cuddles, too)
"No she should be a stiffy." Dan corrected. "No, look!" Injun Joe insisted. "She has a stiffy!" And by God, he was right. Vashondra du Lunchenette had a bonafide stiffy! But their attention was diverted by the flashing of massive green and yellow lights and stange electronic music. They all rushed to the kitchen window to search for the source of the musical light show. They didn't have to search very long for out on the lawn a Ufo was making it's landing. They were all surprised to see that the Ufo was a flying saucer, much like the flying saucers they'd seen in all those 1950's B-movies about martians. Bitzy in particular believed that extra-terrestrial beings would show up in much flashier vehicles. They all watched intently as a door opened on the underside of the saucer and a tall slender figure shuffled down the gangplank. It looked both ways and then in a booming voice it said "I AM NEENOR!" The windows rattled and everyone could feel the vibration in their chests. "I AM NEENOR!" it said again.	cuddles
"For fuck's sake, we can hear you already, Neenor!" bellowed Voshondra before heaving a monumental sigh. Yes, her monthly visitor had arrived again and his name was Neenor. It was such a drag. Just the thought of it was already beginning to deflate the pronounced pup tent in the front of her pantsuit. Sure, the first few times had been fun. With a whizz and bang and laser light show to put Styx to shame, Neenor had slid down from the heavens to whisk her off for intergalactic joyrides at light speeds and dined her on rare and unknown delicacies from around the unknown regions of the universe. He would wine and dine her and dazzle her eyes with sights never before witnessed by a human. He would treat her to lavish entertainments on distant stars and destroy entire planets and pull his "I Am The God-Head" stunt on primitive backwater tribes for her amusement. But in the end, no matter what wonder of the known reality he could show her it came down to two problems. The first was Neenor's rather insistent prodding of her for sex, which she of course didn't object to on any moral basis. It was just that the reproductive organs of his species involved a few more barbed wriggly things than she normally felt comfortable with and second and infinitely more importantly, Neenor was a titantic bore. And no matter how directly or defiantly told him to piss off and leave her alone inevitably a month later he would be back rattling the windows and boring her to tears, and begging for a chance to get into her pants. The Gilligan side of her brain just wondered if there would be lunch involved.	Lanark

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