The Ape wore a plaid suit from a 1940s film noir and leaned against the bar puffing a Luckies.
Bumbarella adjusted her bra and ordered a martini rossi with a little umbrella, trying not to make eye contact.She'd already been harassed by some greasy perv on the bus,jacking off behind a newspaper ogling her.
The Sky Dive was way up in the clouds over Crack City and was a notable dump.Everybody who was anybody congregated here.
Her Contact was late.
Her instructions from Control were clear: Her and the Hercules were to rendezvous and together penetrate the stronghold of Zendar and rescue the Princess from the Bannermen.
(Author's Note: I can't remember who's who or what's what, I'm making this shit up as I go along.So if there are gaps and confusions in the story line,just sit back and nod off comfortably in your bean bag chair.My dad used to sit in his arm chair after he crawled out of the grave.The maggots infesting his putrid flesh used to come out and vacuum the floor,some even did the dishes.Mom would fill the fridge with Wild Irish Rose and take a dip in the pond out back.The strange men who came over would often get violent and the sounds upstairs would frighten us.One morning there was a dead guy sitting on the toilet with a syringe sticking out of his balls.Our cat was found swinging from the oak tree in the front yard.Mom said the rats killed him.Dad never spoke to us after he came home.He rotted slowly,slowly.)
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