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Blobbo the green martian had never forgiven our Mystic Kid for refusing to teach him the ancient art of levitation.
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| Stop there (you nasty, ungenerous earth child) and at once reveal to me the secrets of your planet, on which I am stranded. | |
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| Oh yeah? And on whose authority? You're just, like, a big fat blister on two legs. You're kinda sucky. Why the F would I want to empower you with all that info? | |
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| Because I'm asking. And, of course, because I'm pointing my disintegrator at you. We're near Roswell, in the middle of nowhere. No-one will know you ever existed. | |
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| Listen, you stinky ball of pus. I ain't scared of your hair-dryer. You can blow my, er, fringe with it if you like. Don't you know that I also possess molecular implosive powers? | |
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| Er... no. That I didn't know. | |
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| I thought so. Nice brown dust cloud, by the way. Pity it stinks. Seems like an invisible King Kong has just farted! I thought you were from Mars, not Ur Anus! ha ha and again ha! | |
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