Forever is said to be a long time. I think it’s all time.
~ V. Shnodgrate, Renowned PL Poet
(It wasn’t the practice of the day, to poison people, when I fought on the fields of Troy, see.)
Fats Henry first turned a nice color of gray. But also green. It was green-gray. In fact, I think it was its own color.
“Oh yeah, chickit!” Schwarz Tauptinker was celebrating.
“High-five, bud!” Bud Parker replied. “Can’t believe it worked!”
But the celebrating came too early.
For, even though Henry was turning different colors and had collapsed, the poison seemed to only effect his lower half. Waist down, I mean.
His top half was fine.
And here’s the thing, a saying that should be remembered, never forgotten: “Always better to be the top half than the bottom half.”
The professor will take credit for it.
Anyways and some, because of that, Henry lunged forward and grabbed Schwarz around the ankles.
“Help!” Schwarz screamed as he hit the floor.
Parker grabbed his arms.
A pulling war ensued.
“You’re going to break my back, tell you what!” Schwarz screamed.
“I sure am!” Henry answered.
Now, this professor thought about his options.
(1) I could help. But I had been shot and I didn’t really want to wrestle.
(2) I could go and get my Jeweled Katana back.
The professor chose #2.
And off I was.
I left the dining hall.
Where to look?
Now, Henry’s castle has a huge staircase right in the entrance. I climbed the dadblame thing.
(Isn’t that red couch something? I wonder which side is the right side to sit on…)
The professor took the nearest turn–once I was done climbing the stairs–and walked down a long hallway.
Aha! The master bedroom.
It looked like it, at least.
That’s when there was a tremendous crash downstairs.
“Got you now!” Henry roared.
Poor things. Oh well. Oh dear. Oh nothing.
So, this professor searched the master bedroom.
Didn’t take much searching, once I decided to look at the bed.
The Jeweled Katana was laying there, sweet as a baby in sleep. Now, it was scaboard-less. I think Prince Beef still had that. But I didn’t care.
I snatched it up.
“What are you doing?”
It was the dadblame robots!