[Wonderful Labs] The Love Child of Zeus and Wonder

[Wonderful Labs]

Dearest Readers,

	"What about those mystical hoojamammies we were supposed to pick up on
the road to Damascus?" I was heard to ask Mister Dark, my traveling
companion and longtime laboratory assailant.

	"Never you worry about that, Wonderfinkle," he replied with some
exasperation.  "Just help me get Mister Malice out of this camel."

	Don't ask me how it started.  *I* was in the other room with pina
colada the size of an Etruscan eunuch, tuning the radioscope box to
receive my favorite Potrzebian show: "GOOSE CHASES GONE WILD!"  I have
no idea where Malice got hold of an original Bing Crosby pipe, nor do I
know the name of the mad Arabian bookseller who acquired the tome which
gave life to his fevered dreams of manipulating Bob Hope's near-corpse
like a blood-filled puppet.  I cannot tell you what mistakes were made
in his incantations, nor the part Brooke Shields was said to play in
Mister Malice's sexual awakenings, but I know this:  whatever it is that
is keeping Mr. Hope alive, it is *not* a human soul.  My pale
countenance must speak to you of that.  I see you believe not my tale -
why, just look at the golf club tattooed on the child's skull.  For the
love of god, Montressor!


	Nah, just kidding.  I was really drinking a whiskey and soda the size
of Mark Twain.

	What I'm saying is that even we three Misters of Mystery seem to be
growing restive on the shores of Potrzebie, island Edens unparalleled. 
Potrzebie!  Your joys cannot be numbered, but that's only because we
never learned how to use an abacus.  Ababcab, now, that's a different
story.  You wind up Phil Collins and watch him kick out Peter Gabriel's
ideas in order to make a ton of money.

	I see the postman trundling up the muddy path to the LAST FLIGHT on his
turtle cart.  Mayhap he has for me inquiries or queries smuggled through
the wintry custom corrals, something to take my mind off the beauty and
delight of this place.  I must away for now, though.  There's a
priestess of Kandar in the bedroom who needs my assistance translating a
tricky incantation.  I keep telling her she just needs to loosen her tongue.



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WONDERFUL LABS - We Didn't Make The Nude Bomb, But We Could Have If We Wanted
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Mister Wonderful Recommends: 25, or sex tom force.

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http://www.fs4ever.com/sub_group.html
http://www.salon.com/comics/tomo/2003/05/19/tomo/index.html
http://www.spacewar.com/2003/030603054417.8lg8lqpn.html

-- 
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	"For absolute reality to reveal itself,
	our categories of space-time experiences,
	our basic matrix through which we encounter
	the universe, must break down and then
	utterly collapse."

		- Philip K. Dick,
		"Man, Android, and Machine" (1976)

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