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''So, professor. What exactly is psycho-kenetic-chemistology?'' I asked him. He was sitting by the open heath Indian-style, meditating as it was his habit to do so. He opened his eyes and looked at me as if to say not to interupt him. Nevertheless, he was kind enough to answer to my question.
''Never you mind, child. The basic concept PKC is far too complex a concept for you to understand fully.'' He smerked and showed a slight hint of his sharp teeth. ''Are they coming, CV?'' he asked.
''Yes, professor. Topangas come out only at night. My people say that's why they have pale skin.''
''Where do they dwell?'' professor asked, rolling his neck around as if to relax.
''Some say they sleep in caves, but the others say Topangas turn into animals in the day time and reproduce.''
''Hummm, interesting,'' professor ChilledVodka stroked his Magnum B29 atomic automatic. I could tell he was itching to hunt. ''Of being pale skinned, one could explain with their tendency to be nocternal, however, for their predominantly red hairs and green eyes, one could not apply the same principle. CV, dear, pass me some more wood. The fire is dying out.''
Suddenly, alarm went off and all the hell broke loose.
''Professor! What's happening?'' I shouted, feeling more than afraid.
''CV, do not worry. That was PKC alarm I have set up earlier. Topangas are about, you see.''
''Oh, may God! Oh, my God! We are all going to die!''
''Quiet, child!'' professer hushed me. His eyes were on fire with excitement. He was one of the kind. I could feel his vital energy rushing through his body. I was getting a hard on. ''Leave it to me, child. My Mugnun B29 atomic bomber special issue 412 is psycho-kenetic-chemislologically connected to my psych. I only need to point to the moon and the atomic bullets will find the target automatically. Smart-bullets, you see. They'll Heterolise all the Topangas, one at a time.'' The evil professor, the sworn enermy of CV lesbos, licked his lips, all ready to go.
To be continued
NOT!
''Never you mind, child. The basic concept PKC is far too complex a concept for you to understand fully.'' He smerked and showed a slight hint of his sharp teeth. ''Are they coming, CV?'' he asked.
''Yes, professor. Topangas come out only at night. My people say that's why they have pale skin.''
''Where do they dwell?'' professor asked, rolling his neck around as if to relax.
''Some say they sleep in caves, but the others say Topangas turn into animals in the day time and reproduce.''
''Hummm, interesting,'' professor ChilledVodka stroked his Magnum B29 atomic automatic. I could tell he was itching to hunt. ''Of being pale skinned, one could explain with their tendency to be nocternal, however, for their predominantly red hairs and green eyes, one could not apply the same principle. CV, dear, pass me some more wood. The fire is dying out.''
Suddenly, alarm went off and all the hell broke loose.
''Professor! What's happening?'' I shouted, feeling more than afraid.
''CV, do not worry. That was PKC alarm I have set up earlier. Topangas are about, you see.''
''Oh, may God! Oh, my God! We are all going to die!''
''Quiet, child!'' professer hushed me. His eyes were on fire with excitement. He was one of the kind. I could feel his vital energy rushing through his body. I was getting a hard on. ''Leave it to me, child. My Mugnun B29 atomic bomber special issue 412 is psycho-kenetic-chemislologically connected to my psych. I only need to point to the moon and the atomic bullets will find the target automatically. Smart-bullets, you see. They'll Heterolise all the Topangas, one at a time.'' The evil professor, the sworn enermy of CV lesbos, licked his lips, all ready to go.
To be continued
NOT!
