82. Jimi & the Galactic Empire
They were escorted to an atoll. Three ugly ‘Madames’ with hellhounds stood astride and akimbo waiting for their prisoners and prey. They bore heavy packages that hung down, guns. The pilots were redundant. They were melted down to pudding by some gooish, greenish ray emitted from a radar dish. Then Shasha Kaloom peed on the remains and Shasha Kaboom lit the inflammable urine. The Siztaz laughed and a bad smell evaporated into the surrounding air. Pepe Gilgamesh turned greener than the ray. The musicians of Zero found the odour irritating but tolerable. However, the lead singer, who was accustomed to Brother Stanley, didn’t smell a thing.
The rich round man, after seeing his fellow humans vaporized, clearly wore a mug of terror around his dilated eyes. The Siztaz kept him alive. Then the captives realized they were not on an atoll but instead standing atop a colossal mechanical scarab. A valve was activated and an opening gaped.
Inside, the design structure of the ship was of copper coloured ribs. They were led to a massive empty hall except for a few guards in attention. The attire of these sentries, and more or less the Karonic crew, were a green emerald armour masked in insect phizog. They stood silent and imposing to the frightened Gilgamesh.
Zero didn’t blink once concerning them, knowing, should they wish, they could incinerate the lot in a flash. The Shasha Siztaz posed more of a challenge, though the band was confident the superior ether from beyond the Gate that was encoded in their genes gave them added advantage over those fallen angels.
A figure was already seated on the high chair at the end of the hall. He was even uglier than the Siztaz, but beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, and in this woke culture, truth is just a matter of opinion. Shu’ rHall Karon’s unattractiveness was merely Killa’s lens attuned to Suzie. Turbo doesn’t give a damn; Vince van Vobo will fuck that effeminate man; and Yvper would consider a two-way anal, conduit of his drumstick.
“Well, so at last we meet,” said the king, but his words were directed toward Pepe Gilgamesh. “Take me to your temple.”
Pepe turned from green to purple. The thought of sharing room with this transvestite monster was light-years beyond intimidating. Pepe automatically responded by peeing his pants, which to his detriment excited the Shasha Siztaz and their dogs. But Shu’ rHall restrained his bitches.
“Just gouge his brain.” The voice that came was aerial. Floating down in farting sounds. When the source of the command descended to visual clarity, Pepe Gilgamesh saw through a mixture of horror and awe...the most beautiful woman in the universe. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, indeed.
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This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to persons and events are coincidental. Use of names of public figures, places and events are purely fictional and are not representative of them.