[JimmyDimples]

Oh, excuse the thread necromancy, but I figured this is important:

I can now access Blogspot stuff from behind the Bamboo Curtain now.  (This means I can read DCM's blog now!  Yay!)

Don't know whether or not it's because China's side loosened up, or Blogspot sold out…  :-

[JimmyDimples]

I'm sorry, Dave!  :-[ I'd plumb forgotten that and didn't remember until I'd left to go into town for shopping!  I'd been hoping to correct it as soon as I got back before you read it…

…too late. *cries*

I'm so, so, so, SOOOOOO sorry.

I have nothing at all against Macs.  In fact, my parents and I fell in love with them when we'd first gotten computerized on a famed blue iMac in 1999, and I would've grabbed my own quickly if it weren't for two words:

The Sims. ^_^;;;

No hard feelings?

[JimmyDimples]

I think if they HAD used a female bodybuilder in that commercial, it'd been sorta like this…

***

(Off-camera, we hear heavy footsteps come closer.  Tetsuko marches onto shot, steps in between PS3 and Wii.)

TETSUKO:  Hi.  I'm a PC.  Sorry I'm late.

Now these ladies are fine and dandy for what they can do (or WILL do next fall, rather), but I'm here for ya right now.  I got oodles of games already, covering everything PS3 does and beyond.  (For about the same price, too.) But if you want something light and fun like Wii, here, I'm there in a Flash.  For FREE on the web, too. 

(she puts on a hard hat and tool belt)

TETSUKO:  And when playtime's over I won't sit in a corner when ya gotta go to work, either.  Nope, if ya gotta paper to write, things to copy, numbers to crunch, a presentation to make or pretty up… I'm there for ya. 

(Dr. Sonya Gannon walks in with some memory sticks, cards, and chips, flips up a panel on Sonya's back, starts plugging them in.)

TETSUKO: Also, these ladies can talk about how powerful they are, high in processor speed, graphics, sound, blah blah blah, yadda yadda yadda.  But that's all they're ever gonna have… until the NEXT console, anyway.  Now, me…

(Sonya slaps the panel shut, zips out of the way.  Tetsuko then grows taller, broader, more muscular and bodiced, bumping the other two out of the picture with her broadening hips.)

TETSUKO: …I'm upgradable.

(She leans forward, gives the viewer's screen a big kiss, leaving red lip marks.)

TETSUKO:  Dance with the one that brung ya, boys. 😉

CUT TO GRAPHIC:  The PC. What You're Looking At Now.

[JimmyDimples]

The only hitch in making a game like that is… The compleat fully transformed T-Chan that we know and love can press 100 tonnes before she starts to get all veiny on the skin.  One punch on any punk would probably smear him all over.  And Boss fights?  Until we get to Hamilton Slade, it'd be one-punch-and-he's-out affairs just like at the end of any "The A-Team" episode. :-/

For playability, we'd have to scale her might WAY back.  Or come up with more powerful bad guys.

Or have her have a task where just puncha-puncha-puncha won't work.  Maybe a "Keep 'Em Out" scenario where she has to keep the punks from getting into a sensitive area, like in "State of Emergency," or like she did with the bikers at Dr. Green's lab in Like a Weed?

Or reach somewhere in a time limit?

Or maybe have more enemies in cars or trucks?

Or protect someone else vital from getting hurt, like Dr. Sonya?

So much to think about…

[JimmyDimples]

Nice picture, but I imagined a female Bane to be bulkier.  Or is she simply not "activated" yet?

[JimmyDimples]

Aw, heck.  Now you've got me wanting to reach for a controller and have her lay the smack down on Slade's gunmen… or Fatso's biker buddies. 🙂

[JimmyDimples]

Nice story, Max.  Hope we can learn more of her origins and how she can do what she does. 🙂

[JimmyDimples]

I do believe that's supposed to be Hamilton Slade… the yet-to-be-drawn youthed-up, post-serum version.  But he's lacking muscle, though.

And if you'll permit my art critic comments… (puts on monocle, black turtleneck shirt, and smug, self-important attitude)

…not bad on Dr. Gannon but her… shirt seems kind of on the low side.  Things have gone south, as you may say.

Also, Tetsuko's arms and legs seem a bit bulkier than what we're accustomed to from DCM.

But, great idea, and I like the 1980s game motif!  Nice addition! 🙂

[JimmyDimples]

Les felt guilty about his twinge of pleasure from landing atop a breast that was bigger than he was.  Or having the other land on him.  Especially since the heart under it all was apparently having an attack.

"Doc!" he yelled hoarsely over the sirens.  "Sonya!"

"Way ahead of you, Mr. Safer!" Dr. Green trumpeted as he dashed over.  "Dr. Gannon!  Signs of cardiac arrest!"

"Yeah, I see 'em," Sonya said quickly.  "Here we go again!  I need oxygen, analgesic!"

"Getting oxygen, and monitor, Dr. Gannon!  Safer, get the medikit!  Nurse's office!" 

"Yes sir!" Les dashed off.  Dr. Green did, too. 

"Do we have an AED here?" Sonya called.

"No!" Dr. Green shouted down the hall.  "We'll have to get one from an ambulance!"

Sonya turned to the hole in the wall.  "MEDIC!" she screamed.  "NEED A DEFIBRILLATOR, STAT!" Sonya checked her Tetsuko's pulse and breathing:  erratic and very shallow.  "Can you hear me, T-chan?"

"Ungh." Tetsuko nodded.

"Can you roll on your back?"

More like falling back, Tetsuko flopped over with a thud.  Dr. Sonya Gannon literally climbed on top of her humongous friend's light-switch-level chest and started CPR.  With her friend's chest so ridiculously gargantuan now, though, Sonya wasn't perfectly sure if she'd found the heart, let alone was reaching it.  She kept at it.  Dread filled her soul, as she tried not to think of the irreversible brain damage that might happne due to the loss of pumped blood.  Or that every minute without defibrillation meant the odds of survival dropped by 10%.  She knew her own serum saved the day the first time, but that was no promise here.  Especially with Dr. Green's formula in the mix.

Then it hit her:  What if the paramedics treated the sheriff first, and not her friend?!

"Medic here!" shouted an orange jumpsuited black man who sprinted in with a portable AED.  "Where's the patient?"  Then his eyes popped out.  "Great googily moogily!"       

"Yeah, I know!" Sonya sniped as she pulled back Tetsuko's top.  "Code blue!"

"Right!"  He clambered up, powered up, and slapped on the pads as Sonya hopped off.  "CLEAR!"

BZZOT!  The jolt didn't move Tetsuko at all.  They tried again. "Clear!"  BZZOT!  She barely twitched that time. 

Just then Dr. Green rushed up with a bottle and mask, using a plant-based oxygen compound.  He put it to Tetsuko's nose and mouth.  Les then arrived with the medikit, and administered the nitroglycerin and aspirin.  In the background, they all heard the whoosh of fire extinguishers as the firefighters hosed down the burning wreckage of the SUV.  Deputies, police and patrolmen rounded up the ne'er-do-wells and tended their injuries as they cuffed them and read them their rights.  And the whole day blurred in a big collage of sirens, desparation, and running men and women in uniforms.

***

As the orange sun set, Deputy Darren Horne ducked under the crime scene tape blocking the hole in the wall.  Moseying into the factory, he went over to the office area and found the doctors, Les, and the grand blonde bulk atop the three desks flush against each other.  "Y'all okay?"

"Just peachy," Dr. Green grumped.

Darren nodded.  Then he got a look at Les' black and blue face.  "Ewww," he cringed.  "Those scumbags whallopped you pretty good."

"Yeah," the lab assistant said absently as he sat on a stool, staring at Tetsuko's inert body.

The deputy patted a reassuring hand on Les' shoulder.  "Don't worry, buddy, we'll make sure these jack-holes don't go anywhere.  They're locked up neat and tidy in true Helga Geraldson hospitality."

Les didn't look up. "So how is the Sheriff?"

"Pretty serious.  She'll live, but they pretty much broke every bone in her body except her neck and spine.  We're hoping she'll walk again, but don't know if or when.  How is Tessie Sue?"

"That's Tetsuko," Sonya put in.

"Sorry.  How is she?"

She shook her head.  "She's breathing.  Heart's still beating.  And that's it.  No response.  Not to my voice, not to flashlights, nothing." 

"Well, I just called the wife back home.  She's got Tetsuko on top of our church's prayer team's list, right up there with the sheriff."

Dr. Gannon nodded.  "Thanks.  And thanks for arranging the hospital equipment here, and steering the press clear of here."

"Jus' doin' my job, ma'am," he said.  He didn't mention that Tetsuko wouldn't have fit in the ambulance anyway.  He held up some white paper bags and a drink cup tray.  "Speedy Lunch brought some food here.  Got leftovers.  Y'all want anything?"

Dr. Green shook his head.  "I'm a vegan."

"Got fries, Cokes, coffee, and fried apple pies.  100% vegetable oil."

"McDonald's uses beef tallow in the frozen fries themselves.  What about these?"

"Sorry, dunno."

Dr. Green sighed through his teeth.  Then he stared at the sacks.  "Oh, dash it all.  I haven't eaten since breakfast."  And he grabbed one.

Sonya took a double cheeseburger meal.  Les silently kept watch "bedside," and politely waved the food off.

***

In the dark room, Tetsuko's chest simply rose and fell as she breathed, the IV dripped, and the heart monitor beeped.  Les checked his watch.  10:45 PM.  Finally, he got up and let his stiff, sore bottom unkink and pop back into shape.  He reached over and clasped two of Tetsuko's fingers with his whole hand. 

"Tetsuko," he sobbed quietly, "please don't die."

Then he felt her fingers curl around, and tug his hand a little closer to her hip.  Startled, he looked to her face.

Nothing.  She lay still.  And her fingers relaxed.  He still had to wriggle his hand to get it free, though, and it finally flew out and rapped her in the hip.  But he felt something unusual.  Something fibrous.  Someting like… a leaf?

He gently, tenatively lifted her bedsheet up.  The patch that was holding her briefs/bikini-bottom together was fully green, fully grown, and sprouting leaves.  And he recognized them right away. 

"Kudzu," he whispered.  "It's kudzu!  Just like in Dr. Green's sample!"

He then eased over to her stretched top.  And he checked there.  More leaves.  More greenery.  It was like a fashion struggle between Beau Brummel and the Garden of Eden.

But he also noticed something else… it was very trace, and easy to miss… but Les could see that Tetsuko was a shade smaller.  She was still a leviathan, of course.  Her bosoms were each still the size of himself curled into a fetal ball, but not quite fully the massive cushions that caught him this morning.

As soundlessly as his shoes would let him, he hurried over to his bunk.  And he found his potted greenwear plant.  He fingered the stem and the bare space where he'd plucked off the leaves to patch Tetsuko's "big clothes."  Without a word to himself or anyone else he carried it over, and set it down by his seat by Tetsuko.

"Les?"  Sonya gently tapped his shoulder.  "Les."

"Eep!"  He spun around quickly to face her. 

"Oh! Sorry, didn't mean to spook you.  Look, Les," she said, putting her other hand on his other shoulder.  "it's almost eleven, and you haven't eaten, or even budged.  You've done everything you can, and your insomnia won't help her.  She wouldn't want you to do this to yourself." 

He fidgeted.  What if she wouldn't let him carry out his idea?  "Well, you've been up all day and night, and it's been very tiring and stressful."

"Yes, for all of us.  You too. Look, go to bed, and let me keep watch now, all right?"

Les thought fast.  "Well… a small favor?  Could you go to the fridge and get me a glass and some soy milk?  It's just by the organic strawberry jam."

Sonya nodded warmly.  "Gladly.  I could use a drink myself.  That OK?"

"Definitely."

And she left for the kitchen.  And Les looked at his plant.  And the big mound of Tetsuko.  And he made a hard, fast, unscientific decision.

***

"Ohhh…"

Tetsuko rolled her head around.  She didn't remember much after she fell down with Les in her arms.  Poor guy.  She just hoped she hadn't saved his life only to crush him to death under her glut.  Then she wondered, and feared… how monstrously huge was she now?  Fifteen feet tall and wide?  Twenty?  Thirty?

She rolled her head around again.  She heard the beeps of a heart monitor.  And she felt something rustle.  Something like… leaves.

She winced.  Was she too big to fit in the factory anymore?!  Or worse yet, was she dead and buried?  But she calmed down.  She was lying on some sort of flat surface, not grass or dirt.  Almost like… no, it was wood.  Solid wood, like a table. 

She tried to get up.  More rustling.  All over.  It was like she had turned into one enormous bush. 

"Hey!" she called out.  "Les?  Sonya?  Dr. Green?"

"Tet-chan?" Sonya's voice groggily said.  "Sorry, I was supposed to keep… watch… YOU'RE ALIVE!"

And then she felt two arms wrap around her, a big bodice squeeze against hers, and her friend pull tight against her, smushing the leaves all over her body down.

Hold on a second! Sonya could actually get her arms around to her back?!  That meant…!

"Wait a minute.  You're all green and leafy!"

Yike!  She still wasn't out of the woods yet!  Literally!

Then she heard running footsteps, followed by fast walking ones.  Unshaven, messy-haired, pajama wearing, but nowhere near as groggy, Les bolted over to her.  She peered at him through the leaves blocking her view.  "Les?"

If faces were music, Les' would've been Beethoven's Ode to Joy.  "IT WORKED!" he squealed.  "Tetsuko, you're up and around!  You're okay!"

"Ano, hai, I feel all right," Tetsuko said.  "And I THINK I'm normal sized… well back to what I was.  But now, I'm a huge shrub!"

At last, Dr. Green came in, and his hair and face hadn't met his comb and razor either.  His eyes were half open as he focused on the spectacle.  "What's all the rumpus?" he murmured.  Then he snapped to.  "What the deuce???!"

"Uh, Les," Sonya asked, "what did you mean by 'it worked'?"

"Well…" Les started.

"Stop stalling!" Dr. Green menaced.  "What the devil did you do to her!"

"I know!" Tetsuko said.  "The greenwear plant!"

"The what?!"

"Les' greenwear plant!  It latches onto human skin like lichen, right?  Well, I figure it must've absorbed the plant part to your formula, Dr. Green.  And the kudzu chloroplasts bonded with the cells to the leaves that were patching together my bikini.  Les' leaves must've sucked them all up, and I think either your formula or Sonya's or both must've made the kudzu on my skin grow overnight, and extracted all my excess body mass with it!"

"Well, three cheers and a tiger for us," Dr. Green huffed.  "If you don't mind the 24-7 Green Beret field dress look!"

"Hold on a second," Les said.  He reached for Tetsuko's arm.  "May I?"

And with her yes, he reached for a kudzu tuft, and pulled by the roots.  Like old sunburnt skin, the stuff slowly, steadily, but painlessly peeled off.  Her own epidermis underneath was as soft, pink, and healthy as the day she was born.  And after steady peeling (and an embarrased moment to catch and re-tie the ends of the bikini that weren't patched together anymore), Les stripped off all the rest of the kudzu skin, and put it aside. 

Tetsuko looked just a hair plumper and bustier, but she was back to her old 6'5" self. 

***

Right at lunchtime, Sonya motioned Dr. Green to the microscope.  "See for yourself?"

He did.  And he nodded.  "Well, by Jove, it's official.  She's a little fatter from my chloroplast's sugars, but other than that, just like the old samples you'd shown me."

"Teriffic," Tetsuko grumbled mildly.  "I actually gotta skip dessert a while."

"Nothing your exercise regimen won't fix," Sonya reassured.  "And it's all good cholesterol, anyway."

Les settled back.  "Great.  So the whole thing's a push."

Dr. Green folded his arms.  "Sure.  If you call losing the SUV and the greenhouse going up in smoke a push." He frowned sadly.  "All that research destroyed.  And my renter's insurance isn't going to cover any of that."

"Well, seeing that the bikers were going for the whole lab, and us with it," Tetsuko countered, "I think we got out okay."

Dr. Green nodded.  Then he snapped his fingers.  "And!" he exclaimed.  "That greenwear negated the effects of my mito-chloroplast culture! That means anyone taking the formula won't have to stay that way!"  He clapped his hands.  "Ha!  Ecological Armageddon hasn't got us yet!"  And he spun to Les, and for the first time since Tetsuko or Sonya had seen him, he looked unsmugly happy.  "And I owe it to you, my good man!"

Les then stared at Dr. Green with a pained look. 

"What?" Dr. Green pried.  "Don't tell me it got burned up in the fire!?"

Les shook his head no.  But he held up his plant's pot.

It was dead.  All the leaves had been stripped off.

"I needed them all to save Tetsuko," he said sadly. 

All the others stared at the pot for a long moment.  "Oh, Les," Tetsuko at last groaned softly.

Dr. Green suddenly slapped his hands on his hips.  "Well, hang it all, I'm a doctor in botany, for Bacchus' sake!" he snapped.  "I can — no, WILL find a way to get it back!  We'll start again, check our notes, retrace our steps, crossbreed, make hybrids, and–"

"Why bother," Les muttered.

All the others stared at him like he'd just grown a second head.

"Are you insane?!" Dr. Green sputtered. "This could get us the Nobel Prize!  And what about your grade?!"

Les locked eyes on his boss.  "My heroes.  Gregor Mendell and George Washington Carver.  Do you know their final GPAs, Doctor?"

"No," Dr. Green said automatically.  Then he let that fact sink in.

"Look," Les shrugged.  "The lab's trashed, I'm not really that happy here in my intership, and I don't honestly think I'm that appreciated anyway."

"The bloody devil you're not!"

"The bloody devil my PLANT isn't… Doctor."

Dr. Green then twitched a bit.  And he looked like a dog caught chewing his master's slippers.  "Very well," he muttered, "I'm sorry."

Les arched his eyebrow, as if asking "that's it?"

"For treating you like a lackey than a lab assistant," Dr. Green added.

Les stood silently.

Dr. Green grimaced.  "For making an overblown deal over the title Doctor."

Les nodded, but didn't appear satisfied.

Dr. Green took a breath.  "And for belittling your ideas and developments, and not hearing them out." 

"And for hanging a bad grade over my head for eating meats or non-vegan stuff?" Les asked.

Dr. Green nodded.

"And for the stipend."

With a sigh, Dr. Green nodded to that, too.

"And how about letting the lab cover my burger runs for lunch?" 

Dr. Green scowled.  "Don't push your luck, Mr. Safer!"

Les grinned warmly.  "Just picking your beans just then, Doctor."  He stuck out his hand.  "Apology accepted."  And with a chuckle, Dr. Green shook it with both hands.

Before Sonya or Tetsuko could comment, someone else did: "Anybody home?"  Deputy Darren.

Dr. Green turned around.  "Don't you ever knock?"

"Hole was open.  Anyway, I wanted to see y'all were all right, and was hoping to get some statements for the police reports."

Dr. Green nodded.  "We can do that."

"Is the sheriff all right?" Sonya asked.

"She's in a full body cast," Darren said, "but she'll live.  Ah, and I see you lost some weight there, Tessie Sue."

"Tetsuko," she corrected.  "Yeah, I'm much better now."

The deputy grinned.  "Looks great on you."

She blushed a little with a soft laugh.  "Thanks." 

"So, this afternoon at 3 at the courthouse work for y'all?"

***

"…and that's when I finally let them go," said Tetsuko.  "Then they ran off, and Les calmed me down.  And that's when I dropped from the chest pains.  Guess my body got too big and heavy for my heart."

Deputy Darren marked it all down.  "All right, so if you'll just sign here, Tessie, er, Tetsuko." he said, pointing to the dotted line.  And Tetsuko put her John Hancock there.  "And that'll do it.  Just be sure to be back when it's time to testify in court."

Tetsuko furrowed her brow.  "Say, what about me smashing the truck?"

"Well, if Clyde wants to make an issue of it, he'll have to press the charges himself."

"What about the sheriff?" Dr. Green asked.

"She told me to let y'all go," said the deputy.

Les blinked.  "She did?"

Darren rolled his eyes away in thought.  "Well… that's what I figured she said…"

***

Putting the flowers down on the bedside table, Darren came alongside Sheriff Geraldson's hospital bed and leaned over her body cast so she could see him.  "So, how you doin', Sheriff?"

She murmured her reply:  "Dmc smms M'll bm mmt mf hmrm mn smx mr mmght wmmks."

"Be outta here in 6 or 8 weeks, hmm?"

"Ymmh."

"Well, you'll be glad to hear we got those three lunkheads arrainged for court, and it doesn't look like they're gonna be bothering anybody anytime soon."

"Fmnm mnd dmndm. Bmt whmt mbmmt thmt Brmckmnrmdgm gmrl?"

"What about who, Sheriff?"

"Brmckmnrmdgm!  Tmss Smm Brmckmnrmdgm!  Thmt gmmnt blmndm chmck!"

"Oh, Tessie Sue, that giant blonde chick?  Well, I let her go on her own recognizance.  Still around at Dr. Green's, and she's all right now, thanks for asking."

"Whmt?!  Shm's gmt mmtstmndmng mssmmlt chmrgms!  Dmn't lmt hmr gm!"

"What's that?  Let her go?"

"Nm!  DMN'T lmt hmr gm!"

"'Dope, let her go?' Well, all right, all right. I might not be a supergenius, but heck, even I know she can plead self-defense."

"Thmt's nmt whmt M smmd, Hmrnm, mnd ymm knmw mt!"

"What's that? That's what you said and I know it?"

"Thm'ts NMT whmt M smmd!"

"All right, just making sure.  Maybe they'll send us a postcard from Florida."

"Hmrnm, ymm mmsmrmblm mncmpmtmnt–!"

"What's that?  Disassemble the interceptor?"

"Mntmrcmptmr?!  Hmw thm Smm Hmll dmd ymm gmt thmt?!"

"Well, those bike punks pretty much already disassmebled it, permanently. But you said you want me to get current patrollers from that part of the budget?"

"WHMT?!"

"Why that's mighty generous of you, Sheriff!  We deputy's'll really 'preciate it!"

Her whole body, cast and all, lurched forward on that.  "Hmrnm, ymm mmbmzzlmng mnsmrrmctmmnmst!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, there, Sheriff," Darren said, holding up his hands.  "I know protecting and serving is your passion, but ya gotta calm down and not be so emotional."
 
"M swmmr, M'm gmmnm nmml ymmr gmnmds tm thm jmml cmll wmll whmn M gmt mmt mf thms bmdm cmst!  Mnd thmt Brmckmrmdgm hmssm, tmm!" 

"Now, Sheriff, you know stress slows the healing process."  Darren's tone got a lot more serious.  "You sure don't want to be still stuck in here during election day.  People might think the job pressure's too much after such a bad trauma."  He put on his cap.  "And if I didn't want to tick off a lot of voters who are glad to see said Breckenridge 'hussy' take down or scare off a whole mess o' punks that's been plaguing the county for the past year, I'd simply let bygones be bygones."  He tipped his cap.  "Gotta be at the courthouse in twenty minutes.  Get well soon, y'hear?" 

And he quietly left a silently stewing Sheriff Geraldson's, closing the door behind him.

***

A few days later, Tetsuko and Les stood by a pallet of stuff in the factory parking lot.  "I can't believe you're leaving already, T-chan," Les said glumly.

"Well, hey," she reassured, "you've got my e-mail, right?"

He nodded.  "I'd like your mobile and dorm phone numbers, too, please."

She tilted her head sideways.  "Promise me something first."

"What's that?"

She leaned in very seriously.  "Promise me you'll stay sweet and keep sticking up for yourself and what you believe in.  And
don't let ANYTHING stop you for going for what you want."

He looked at her straight in the eye.  "Whatever I want?"

"Hai."

He smiled shamelessly.  "Like this?" And then his lips sprang like a cobra on hers, and gave her a quick three-second smooch.

She was stunned.  And she peered hard at him.  "All right, Les.  Iie.  No.  Nuh uh.  NOT like that.  You don't do that."  Then she grabbed him just as fast, tugged him all the way in, and pressed him tightly against her chest and belly.  "Like THIS," she cooed huskily.

And then she planted a big, fat, twisting wet one on his.  It took him five seconds for him to pull together and kiss back.

"Right!" went Dr. Green behind them.  "Break it up!  The Microtel Inn is down the street!"

Les held up a "just a minute" finger.  And finally, he broke off and got his breath back.  "Promise."

Tetsuko nodded with a smile.  And she leaned in her lips to his ear, and whispered each digit.

Just then a whooshing sound hovered, buzzed the factory, and circled them all.  They looked up.  It was a big hovering van, with VTOL jets jutting off the sides.  It slowly came to a stop in mid-air, and lowered to the ground majestically, scattering debris all over.

"Boy, do I have a word or two for the driver!" groused Dr. Green.  And he marched over to the driver's seat.  There was no one in it.  Not the passenger side, either.  "Who's driving this thing?!"

"Preprogrammed!" said Sonya, just stepping out of the factory.  "By a Dr. Bonn out west.  He's overseas now.  He's agreed to meet us in Orlando to pick it up when they return to the States."

"He's letting you… drive that… all the way back home?"

"As I said, it's automatic.  We'll leave the driving to Otto."

In Tetsuko's arms, Les looked at her unsurely.  "I'm not so sure about this… this Dr. Bonn… y'know, it doesn't seem like his tires have all five lugnuts, know what I'm sayin'?"

Tetsuko just laughed and bounced him lightly.  "Can't be any crazier than what WE'VE just been through."

THE END
Special thanks to David C. Matthews for the original characters and story, and for not issuing the cease-and-desist letter.

[JimmyDimples]

😮

Oh brother.

Is it just me, or does this have a "Josie and the Pussycats" meets a 1980s "WWF Women" vibe to it?

The Blonde Bombshell and Maxwell are practically a roadhouse Melody Valentine and Alexander Cabot, respectively.

((Edit:  BB also looks kinda like Roxy or Poison from Capcom's arcade game Final Fight. Minus the handcuffs. 😉 ))

Art's great, as always, and the story… well… heh, let's just say it's definitely not some stodgy old work by some long-winded Russian.

Thanks for sharing Dave, and for calling it to our attention, PNB. 🙂

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