Following on from Part 2:
'Bloody hell she's
coming! Quick! Fast forward! Oh no... that's worse! Back! Back to the
lecture theatre!'
Adrig was screaming,
but screaming as quietly as he could, as some heavy lumbering
footsteps sounded loudly on the metal stairway.
Edrig fumbled
frantically with the virtual controls, waving his hand ineffectually
at the images of slim and beautiful oil-lathered human ladies
gyrating around steel poles.
'Just turn the damn
thing off!' Adrig screeched, as the footsteps drew closer.
Edrig jumped and
stamped on the floor, and the sensual images from Sample 717, Planet
Earth, dissipated into nothing, just as the doorway darkened and they
turned to see their powerful wide Lady Lord standing there in her
voluminous black gown, arms folded across a massively bulging chest.
Please no, they both
thought. Making children is all very well, but please not with the Lady Lord.
'What are you up to?'
she asked quietly, but in a very sinister tone. 'And why are you not
working? Why did you tell him to turn it off?'
'We are working,' came
Adrig's thin and clearly rather terrified voice. 'We eh...'
'We just needed to
reflect,' Edrig offered, 'on the stupidity... the stupidity of eh...'
'What sample are you
monitoring?' their Lady Lord demanded.
'717.'
'Oh,' she said, 'I
don't think I've ever looked at that one.'
'It's not very
interesting,' offered Edrig, quickly.
'No... Very boring,'
Adrig agreed.
The Lady Lord furrowed
her brow, which made some of her large red pimples join together
somewhat, and she absently pulled at a few of the dark hairs
protruding from one of her nostrils and tugged them out.
'Well you get back to
work Edrig,' she commanded. 'And you, Adrig, Downstairs now. I am
feeling broody. You like your big old Lady Lord don't you?'
'Eh... May I finish my
testosterjuice?' pleaded Adrig. 'Not that I need it of course, my
lovely,' he quickly added, 'but it will make me better.'
'I bloody well hope
so!' boomed the very large Lady Lord, before conceding, 'Well then,
finish it off, and have a second one too, but don't take long about
it. I'll be down there, waiting.'
And as she turned and
slowly began to descend the stairs Edrig whispered in Adrig's ear.
'Make the other juice a very strong
one, and you may even enjoy it.'
'With her? Oh, perhaps,
to some small degree,' Adrig conceded, 'if only I can delay long
enough for the bloody testosterjuice to kick in. I mean without that,
it's a hell of a prospect, isn't it?'
'Ach go on,' Edrig
encouraged him. 'Drink up, get down there, and try to have fun. And
while you keep her busy I'll get back to my work.'
'At the nightclub?'
'At the nightclub,'
agreed Edrig,with a smile. 'Monitoring, and reviewing. Working.'
Edrig is enjoying Adrig's discomfort isn't he?
ReplyDeleteThe Lady Lord furrowed her brow, which made some of her large red pimples join together somewhat
ReplyDeleteOh, purple prose.
I choose to be complimented James :)
ReplyDeleteI think these Superior Being lads could both get themselves into a bit of bother EC
It's very well done, Andrew. If only it could also be visual...
ReplyDeleteThe mind's eye does that Claude, though more description will be forthcoming, if the series continues. It's just a mere diversion at present.
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