Punk rock dating chapter 72

Punk rock dating chapter 71: Clipped Coupons Cash Themselves In...

The Fan:

Dorothy didn't know how to feel, she had always hated me because I had essentially abandoned her as a child to devote my life to stopping Escorpion. On the other hand she loved me because, like it or not I was her father. So as she looked at my digital visage on the display screen of the MP3 player, she didn't know whether to say, "I love you" or "Fuck you!"

"You're...You're alive," is what she settled on.

"Yes. Although what constitutes life has become somewhat difficult to quantify in light of recent events..." I philosophized. "But my mind!...It is white hot!...I think I should become more eloquent once I have re-adjusted to existence but...in the meantime we must hurry and exit this place at once...before..."

The Front door exploded off the hinges in splinters as Escorpion kicked it down.

"...ahhh...shit."

"I could smell intruders a mile away! How did you find this place?" Escorpion snarled. As he scanned the room he found his answer. "Ah, yes...Sweet Marie. I knew your Mother very intimately... Several times, actually..."

He suddenly noticed the MP3 player Dorothy was holding.

"ORION!" His four remaining eyes widened.

He rallied his unseen forces, "SCORPIO! UNITE!"

Seconds later, Escorpion's living room flooded with Werewolves (drooling, fangs dripping, charging $5.00 for bottled water) and Billy boys (chains swinging, pomade-wearing, off-Broadway 'Grease' reviving).

Clement Allsworth turned pale at the sight of this unruly mob. He rolled up his corduroy sleeves. "Now...Listen...I don't think there's a single problem that can't be solved with a lively, intelligent conversation..."

A werewolf sprang from behind the ottoman and knocked Mr. Allsworth to his knees....

The brute's noxious breath fogged Clement's reading glasses as it prepared it's powerful jaws to rip his vulnerable throat...

Clement began to pray incoherently, "Our Father who art something...something," when unexpectedly a hot wash of blood covered his face.

Dorothy stood over Clement Allsworth and the newly-dead corpse of the Werewolf, a plume of smoke danced seductively from the barrel of her revolver.

Words failed Clement (as usual).

"You-you-saved me," he managed to sputter, "I-I think I love you..."

Neither he nor Dorothy had much time to reflect on these sentiments as a crushing wave of marauding Billy boys closed in on them.

"Bi-I-Bickey-Bi, Bo-Bo-Go" they chanted.

Dorothy grabbed a firm hold of the floor-rug they were standing on and gave it a swift yank, which caused the Billy boys to fall like Friday-night dominoes.

"There's too many of them! We can't beat these odds," I warned Dorothy.

"We can try and escape through the window... If we..." Dorothy's plan was interrupted by the smashing sound of a Billy boy chain crushing Professor Patina's plastic MP3 player.

"PROFESSOR!!!" she shrieked in anguish as she fired her gun indiscriminately. Werewolves and Billy boys fell before carelessly discharged bullets.

"Dorothy!" I scolded her. "I know the Professor meant a lot to you...He meant a lot to me too! But you can't just fire at random! You need to preserve your ammo! Or worse, you could kill one of our own!"

She attempted to regain her cool. "You're right..." Dorothy reloaded her Model 10. "My target is Escorpion...This ends tonight!"

"How Prophetic of you, Dorothy! I have always praised your prescience... " Escorpion smiled as he lifted the red gingham cloth off what we had presumed to be a table...

But this was to be no picnic.

"You've forced my hand, Orion...I had not intended to use this so soon, nonetheless..Behold! The H.O.T bomb!"

I am become H.O.T Bomb, Destroyer of Dinners...