Waiting to see your comic before I complete this
Report on Boojum Jane:
After re
peated efforts to convince the
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spacemummy that se
curity aboard
mummyship left something to be de
sired, we were visited by a small catastrophe in the guise of semi-intelligent energy being, a boojum, as the mummy likes to call them [a
literary reference,
children], though they are not so mortifying as the example.
The mummy had come down to the infirmirary to lessen some intracranial pressure. I informed him that his head was completely hollow, since he brains had been sucked out during the mummification process. "Ah, yes, Bill, you are always ahead of the joke," he cracked.
He told me to "Hit me with something fierce, make me feel it." Of course, I ignored him and gave him what he
needed. I plied him with a little Soft Machine
Lubricant, a mixture of muscle relaxants and hypnogogic vortex-inhibitors to keep him from spiral-vectoring out of control. Instantly, he started to undulate, a strange smell coming off him like a Morrocan hashpipe in desperate need of cleaning. Then he fell into a deep state of what might pass for sleep in some living creature.
That's when Jane took over and the
bitch made life hell for
all of us. I don't need to go into that any further as it has been covered by other members of the crew who actually give a
shit. As a matter of fact, this report is over. Where's my
laudanum?
