Ramgar was out of his mind but at least Bumbarella was free to stitch him up with a needle and thread she found in the glove compartment.
The knife wound was a ragged gash in his abdomen but he was,after all,a Herculoid Type and could endure a lot more than a normal human could.If he didn't want to go to the hospital he would just have to survive the best he could.
I really wish he would stop singing that dreadful song,she thought.
"Quality is what you get
When you buy Coronet"
Over and over and over.
Stupid commercials from the Seventies weren't her bag.
I'll check the navigation system and see where we are.
Hmmm.
The Abysmal Realms.
"It doesn't sound to enticing,"she said,"but the Bumbarumba seems to know where to go."
They landed on a planet of malevolent winds and screaming voices.
Purple swirling patterns filled the sky and green slime trickeld down from stalagmite formations.
A huge face with dark sunglasses floated in front of her,smoking a reefer joint and laughing insanely.
"I say,Mr.Face,can you tell me the way to San Hose?"
"Take the last turn to Alberque,then keep following the horse turds on the road.It will take you straight there,"the thing said."HA HA HA!"
To her surprise the laughter solidified and grew to tremendous proportions,larger than your Aunt Sally,and that's pretty godamn big!
"We'd best be on our guard,"she told Ramgar,who had recovered enough to stand and walk again.
Suddenly a Voice called to them from the Pit.
"Hey,lend a chap a hand.Get us out of here and we will help you on your mission."
Ramgar took hold of a stalagmite formation and reached down into the abyss.
What he pulled up wasn't human.They weren't sure what it was.
It was a creature with a hundred hands waving around in the air.
"The other two are still lost down there,"the monster said."I'd be much obliged if you'd pull them up,too."
Ramgar pulled up the other two abominations and then there were three.
"Hmmm,"Bumbarella Psychedela commented."A regular Kingston Trio."
"We are the Hundred Hands Giants,"they chimed in unison."We used to work in pornographic films but then our agent threw us down here and took off with our contracts."
"Oh,I know how that works,"Bumbarella Transvella giggled,"been there,done that."
William Burroughs melted suddenly out of the aether and tapped at his arm.
"The Thing in the Remote Jungles of Suriname told me there's a good supply of junk in these parts.I need a fix bad."
There was a seedy tenement building nearby covered in graffiti and boarded up windows,maybe they could score some heroin in there.
Inside the dump a bunch of druggies were huddled around a table with a single lightbulb descended from the ceiling.
A green ghost girl stared at them in reproach from the thick smoke congregating from above.
Johnny Rubber sat in chair a little farther away and gurgled like a cockroach.
"Hey,you guys know where to score?" Bumbarella asked."Our friend here is strung out.He just cooked his wife's brains on the stove and the future hasn't happened yet."
"Cosmic matter flys through us constantly and we pick up psychic transmissions,"said the Face."We learned that in elementary school."
"I remember it well,the room in back where they would show film strips,"Bumbarella said."I still hadn't begun to question my sexuality yet and my guinea pig died suddenly, inexplicably.I gave her a little funeral and Mother accused me of crying more for my animal than I had for my Uncle when he died."
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