Punk rock dating chapter 70

Punk rock dating chapter 70: The Piteous Plight of Plastic Plants...

Starlight Mints Supernova:

It was still pretty early in the day and Marie wasn't quite prepared to view the hideous countenance of Escorpion. Yet, here he was, standing in the hotel room right next to the fully-stocked mini-bar. Shards of glass embedded in his glossy hide from the seventh-story window he had flown through to get in.

"Some people don't know how to knock," Julie observed.

"What the hell is that?" shrieked Marie.

Dorothy was a bit embarrassed. "He's my ex-boss."

Escorpion flicked his fork tongue and slithered toward Dorothy. "Yes...and you have betrayed me...You knew of Orion and Patina..." He slithered closer to Dorothy. "You have stood in the way of the Sacred Grove...and now you shall pay..."

"Get back! "Dorothy shouted as she pulled a model 10 revolver from her expensive Gucci handbag (don't you dare call that motherfucker a "purse").

She fired a shot at Escorpion.

"BANG!" banged the gun.

His third head exploded, covering the complimentary soaps and shampoo with chunks of brain and scalp. Escorpion looked at the bloody stump on his shoulder with considerable concern....

"Hmmm...Almost out of heads..."

"Run!" Dorothy screamed as she herded the other girls out of the room.

They sprinted down the stairs, past the plastic palm trees in the lobby and out into the buzzing crowd of  New York streets. Dorothy hailed a taxi and all three of them jumped inside. The strawberry tree hanged from the rear-view mirror menacingly...

"Go! JFK international! Now!" Marie shouted at the cab driver. The cabbie put the full weight of his foot on the gas pedal as Dorothy reloaded her Smith & Wesson (note: reloading a gun in the back seat of a taxi tends to make the driver a little nervous).

"It's no use going to the airport....He's going to find us wherever we go..."

Marie lit a cigarette and took a long, slow drag to calm her ringing nerves. "I think I know him. He looks a little different than when I was a kid, but I'd know those faces anywhere... That's Mr. E!"

"Yes! That's the name he used at Artemis publishing. How do you know who he is?" quizzed Dorothy.

"When i was kid...my parents used to have these wild sex parties...They'd put me to bed but I would sneak out and watch..."

"Sounds like fun!" smiled Julie.

"Fun? Yes, if not a little emotionally scarring, but... our neighbor, Mr. E...That's him! He used to always be there! All these years I thought I must have been imagining him..."

"So this is perfect!" exclaimed Dorothy. "We know where he lives!"

"Yes. We know where he lives."

Dorothy pulled a cellphone from her handbag and started dialing:

"Good. I have a few friends who might be interested...."



Join us tomorrow as we take a closer look at the plastic palm trees in the lobby....