Captain Lemuel Gulliver's Log. Day 42.
The voyage is nearly at an end. We have passed Nova Albion to the east on the final northward leg. However, I grow increasingly concerned about the nature of our cargo. Dr West assures me that it is surplus medical material, to be dumped overboard off the coast of Brobdingnag near the Aleutian trench in accordance with international protocols for disposing of
"You are not by chance related," I asked him, "to Dr Herbert West, of Miskatonic University, of reanimation-serum fame?"The question rendered him sullen and he returned to supercargo's quarters, muttering that "Nothing can possibly go wrong."
9 comments:
as long as you stay away from the glowing green hypodermics, you should be OK.
With Post-Grad studies at the Raccoon City Campus, no doubt...
personally, I doubt AK was foolish enough to actually say something like that.
SQUIRREL.
Heh, heh, you know how it is when the Jimkin Bearhuggers Old Peculiar is flowing on "Protista classification and Dwarf Skittles Night" at the Old Entymologist.
SQUIRREL.
No thanks, I'm full. Feel free to have mine.
Ah, a painful bite in the buttocks from a sea serpent.
All in a day's work, though.
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Lil'put brobd'ngnag Cthulhu R'lyeh baln'barbi glubbd'bdrib
Ya know, introducing Dr West's serum to Brobdingnag would streamline the production of undead colossi.
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