Sunday, May 13, 2012

"I bet you can't write a Reanimator / Gulliver's Travels mash-up," said Another Kiwi. "I bet I can," I said.

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 radioactive harmless waste. He insists that "It will sink to the ocean floor, become embedded in the abyssal ooze, and eventually be absorbed into the Aleutian subduction zone."

"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:

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

as long as you stay away from the glowing green hypodermics, you should be OK.

mikey said...

With Post-Grad studies at the Raccoon City Campus, no doubt...

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

personally, I doubt AK was foolish enough to actually say something like that.

Smut Clyde said...

SQUIRREL.

Another Kiwi said...

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.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

SQUIRREL.

No thanks, I'm full. Feel free to have mine.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Ah, a painful bite in the buttocks from a sea serpent.

All in a day's work, though.
~

Substance McGravitas said...

Lil'put brobd'ngnag Cthulhu R'lyeh baln'barbi glubbd'bdrib

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

Ya know, introducing Dr West's serum to Brobdingnag would streamline the production of undead colossi.