ARE WE NOT ALONE?
an ad for mashed potatoes
A TINY, SHINING DODECAHEDERON APPROACHES A HUGE SPACESHIP SHAPED LIKE A PIECE OF ELBOW MACARONI. IT MAKES ITS WAY TO A CIRCULAR REUPTAKE WHICH LEADS INTO A HUGE HANGAR. A DISHEVELLED MAN WITH TOO MUCH HAIR AND NO CLOTHES EMERGES, TRACKING
SO SHE’S ALWAYS MEAN. Iffy Carfish: “You better have something good to tell me, wearing a smile like that.” A WEIRD GOO ACROSS THE SPOTLESS WHITE FLOOR. FROM OFFSCREEN,
AN IMPERIOUS FEMALE VOICE ADDRESSES THE GOOEYMAN AS A GOOFY SMILE UNSAVES HIS FACE.SHE IS IFFY CARFISH, PRINCESS OF THE LADIES’ AUXILLIARY PLANET OF
KEYSTROKE DIFFERENTIAL NYAHNYAH. SHE HAS A COMPLEX HAIRPILE WHICH NO ONE’S EVER BEEN ABLE TO DISENTANGLE,
Doug Henning: “There’s a guy down there named Kris Kristofferson,” he is able to impart before collapsing on the floor in a fit of the giggles. IC: “Did you get those monster stamps this time? Or that net the ant promised? And where’s my Blanking Quannre cape?”
The two characters all of a sudden freeze where they are for AN EXPOSITION BREAK. INTO THE FOREGROUND STRIDES
A MINIATURE FAT MAN IN A BLACK MUUMUU. HE IS THE SIZE OF AN ACTION FIGURE IN PROPORTION TO THE ABOVE PAIR, WHO ARE VISIBLY SHAKY AS THEY TRY TO STAY VERY STILL. THE FAT MAN LOOKS DIRECTLY AT US: “HEY, I SEE YOU. JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING HERE?” WITH A VICIOUS START I YANK MYSELF OUT OF THE DREAM AND SHAKE YOU FROM YOUR LOUD, SELF-SUFFOCATING SLUMBER.
I AM GREEDO
NINE
OF
CUPS