Punk rock dating: chapter 75

Punk rock dating chapter 75: Spirit of the Boogie...

Alright:

It was over. That evening every man, woman and child on Earth felt a distinct disorientation. Electrifyingly alive yet vaguely ill... Chemical emotions and spiritual bodies uniting in a unique exhaustion that could only be described as "cosmic fucking awareness..."

...However, this was a normal reaction to "I Will Survive..."

"Wha...What happened?" Clement asked rubbing his deciduous shrub of hair.

"Project 54 was a success! We're alive! The H.O.T Bomb is harmless now...Still, we'd better destroy it just to be safe.."

"We did it?" smiled Dorothy.

"We did it." I confirmed.

Clement made his way over to Escorpion's refrigerator. "Maybe we can celebrate. I wonder if he has any beer?" He wondered aloud. "Nah...He does have some gin though...and about 500 ham & cheese 'Lunchables.' Alright!"

Clement fixed himself a dirty martini and surveyed the wreckage. "Too bad the stereo's broken...Otherwise I'd call this a party..."

Being an iPod, I selected "Celebration" by Kool & the Gang from my files and played it exultingly.

Over the music we suddenly heard the dull hammer of approaching footsteps...Could it be Escorpion back for revenge? Planet-Bill coming to finish what Escorpion couldn't? A battalion of Billy boys? A fresh pack of Werewolves?

A shadowy figure stepped though the splintered doorway....

"Sacre Bleu! What has happened to Escorpion!?!?"

Dorothy shot Docteur Coorgan her dirtiest look. "He's gone! We won. No thanks to you..."

"I was merely getting reinforcements!" Dr. Coorgan protested. "I called LIBRA! They're sending back-up agents! They should be here any moment now!"

"Riiiight..."

"Mais je te jure que c'est vrai ! You do not believe me?!?!"

As Coorgan continued to explosively defend himself, Clement cautiously approached Dorothy.

"Hey...Uhh... Do you think maybe, later...Me and you could...Maybe go out? Do something?"

Dorothy, arms crossed, gave him a half-smile. "Sure...I've always wanted to get between your unmade covers..."

Clement flashed the biggest goofiest gin in his long and storied career. "We could go for a drive...I think I still have a Rolls-Royce somewhere......"

Clement and Dorothy walked away into the night.

"Perhaps a plane too...I can't really remember..."

Marie and a despondent Julie stood on Escorpion's well-manicured lawn. The evening chill made Julie shiver. with a despondent Julie.  Marie wrapped a black satin Tom Jones blanket around her.

"Are you okay?" Marie asked her tenderly.

"Yea..." Julie answered wanly.

"Are you hurt? Is something bothering you?"

Julie looked up at Marie with shallow kiddie-pool eyes.

"Yea, actually...Does anyone else feel cheated that we never found out what "H.O.T" stands for?"




Join us tomorrow when we still don't find out what "H.O.T" stands for...