Neverending Story [Game]

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Poor pekka

The very same poet with his front pocket filled with vomit. He helped him get down and then he said "I hope you have now learned a lesson, dear pekka. Russians are not the ones you want to mess with, no! I will take my bird now and you return to Mars or some atmosphere-less place. Think you can do that?" And pekka, with his back all sore from the birch, answered positively. HE just wanted to go out and get a deep massage in all his sore joints. And swoosh, in an excessa cloud, he went away, leaving the poet and the freckled alone for a while. He went inside the gym and thanked his muscular and attractive friend with a hug and then he went for a walk.

"Now I have a dilemma" He said to the frecksparrow that was now on his shoulder agitating her wings happily, she also had this plait she also agitated all the time "First I need to change this shirt. Since you are so little, I still wonder where did all that vomit come from. Horrible swellings? Beautiful swellings!... But then I must decide what to do with you. You can't go on flying around Finland with those freckles.. oh no, just imagine all the foxes and wolves and dogs and other rapacious animals that would fight to death against each other for the chance of biting your beautiful wings.. or what's worst, that pink beak. And and.. What to do?.. I cannot keep you inside a cage or a simple and uncomfortable pocket since I'm not a cage person. No! You must fly free and then fly higher than any bird that has flown before... I hope you can chirp the answer! Right now let's search for Hubble and see if he has anymore of those worms." Meanwhile the bird chirped everything but answers. She was distracted with all the trees and had meaningful conversations with them in a language no one else could understand. Finally, after a couple of walking hours and a lot of seeds the poet gave the bird, they arrived to hubble's laboratory. The poet came rushing in and screamed "Hubble, dear hubble bubble! Where are you?" But nothing answered other than the buzzing sound of the chemical machines that vomited liquids. The poet found a note written with very poor orthography and grammaticalness in a chemical fridge and it said:

"I have stealen hubble and every worm you can find in this cold lands.
You can do nothing now.
Wait to hear from us and we won't hurt anything, not even your precious bird.
Don't try anything vexatious, we're watching. Ha!

Signed - Akkep Imrun "

The poet was shocked and said "So he planned all this in advance! He is truly a mastermind.. Oh, I feel powerless..." He sat next to a cold fusion device and was very thoughtful. But then the bird said:..

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Jaja! Poor Pekka. And I hope it will be worse...

-"I think we have to stay away from the cold fusion device", said the birdgirl, "Father has worked with lowenergy and got severe nuclearreactions. I suspect that Pekka has put some heavy water on the palladium cathode and we can be small atoms in less than a microsecond".
-"Ja, I understand, but we must try to find some worms and pills, to get you normal again".
-"I know where he has his hidden material", chirped the bird".
They found what they were looking for, and the poet crushed a pill, with spotts that looked like freckles and the girl ate it in a worm. Then they waited in worried exitement.
Boom Kaboom!
Something really strange happened. The birdgirls freckles grew larger and larger, and so did she. But instead of the cute chirp, chirp, it sounded HWROOM, HWROOM and a very freckled animal put heavy paws on the poets breast. He backed and fell. And he stared up at a beautiful, spotted big cat! A leopardess.
Yes it was a leopardess, but he could still see the girl behind.
-"Gosch, gosch",he said, "You can really surprise! I must have taken the wrong spotpill. Again"!
The big cat started to purr and lick him.
-"Stop please", he laughed. "You tickle me".
But she took his head between her paws and licked his face up and down.
Boom Kaboom!
The door opened and there was Pekka Fucking! Again! He saw the big animal holding the poets head and thought it was going to eat him. He said with a nasty grin, "Ah that serves you well, pain in the ass, to be eaten by a beast. Haha, and I am not going to help you dear..."
When the girl heard Pekkas irritating voice she took two long jumps and grabbed his head in her mouth. Her white glistering teeth was holding his neck in a hard grip and Pekka didn't dare to move. From the leopards stomach came a frightening, hollow, dark roar.
The poet was quick,-"Give us Öhubble and you can have your head back".
-"Jaja, for Gods sake. He is in the cellar and the key is in my pocket. Hurry, hurry before this monster starts to chew and nips off my head".
The poet fetched Öhubble that took away the heavy water-palladium-trap and first then did the leopardess let Pekka Fucking lose.
He ran for the door.
-"You will pay for this", he said", "You wait and see. I am...

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backed up by legions of people and and... they won't hesitate to put a roaring lioness to sleep. Oh no! You will see. Bye and bye!" And he ran and ran down the street insulting the whole earth with his fingers. Hubble was relieved "That cellar piece of shit was really uncomfortable!" He sighed "Ha, but finally I rest in the tranquillity of my laboratory. No handcuffs. Oh, my machines and my chemicals... so beautiful.. but but! Huh! what could this be? My fusion machine is working way too accelerated! Look how it makes pippip. Just about 4 times the permitted speed in here.. Oh, children! I told you not to play with this shit! If we don't stop it, it is going to blow all helsinki in a minute or less. Think of the mess that would be spread into the sea.. all fish would be horrible and salty! Bleh!" But the poet tried to help since he felt bad and like it was his fault "Oh no! Not helsinki! What can we do? Doesn't this have a switch that turns everything on and off" and Hubble was really ashamed "Hmm... No! I forgot to put it in the general colddesign... now there's only one solution. You and the lion-girl will have to blow up helsinki's power plant to stop this machine. And this in under just 3 hours, otherwise a really cold boom-kaboom is inminent!" And they both hurried. Hubble gave them a bag full of plastic explosives made of bleach and cereal and also a bag full of salt. The leopardess didn't understand a thing but she was ready to help. She sitted on a corner and she played joyfully with a spherical magnet, purring and pushing it around with her soft nose. But there was no time to play, the poet mounted her and clutched her strong lion neck from behind. Then she galloped to the local power plant roaring. The poet's weight was negligible so the whole trip was effortless for the leo-girl. Not so much for the poet that used all his strength not to fall off.

There, in the powerplant, they both made a plan to save helsinki. She had strong feline infiltration skills so, while the poet got everything ready for the boom, she silently ate all the seven guards of the plant, including the boots. She even mangled one before she ate it since she was feeling playful. But but... something unexpected! the purr leopardess was still hungry! she had an instinctive desire to eat the whole world and nothing could stop her. When she came back with the poet, she started biting him uncontrollably making purr and hroom. One of those got out of hand and it left a very deep mark in his back. The poet laughed because he was very tickly "Haha! I swear! we can bite each other all you want after we finish our job. IF not, we will have no teeth to nibble with.." She purringly and reluctantly decided to wait.

Now what? everything was ready and the plastic bleach was activated. The poet pressed a big red button and and...

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A wave of red jelly came out from the plastic bleach. It swelled and swelled and everything in the plant stopped. The reaktor was cooled by the ice-red jelly and the plant became silent and dark. Helsinki lost its power and it was pitch black. People complained, but they didn't know that this darkness meant, that they could go on with their pathetic lives some time more.
The poet and the leopard ( not lion) went out in the night. The stars glistened and it was cold. The cat had her summerfur on, so she was freezing and the poet tried to warm her. But she wasn't in the mood, so she hrmeded brutaly to him. He remembered her bite and stayed away.
She looked estimating at him with her yellowgreen eyes and he shivered not only from the cold.
-"Please Freckle! Don't look at me in that way! You scare me!"
"Whrum, whrum", now lauder,"Whruuuummmm.!
"Buttbuttbutt, you can't eat ME. I am your best friend, remember! Remember please!"
But she came closer and closer. Slowly, slowly!! She had opened her mouth and he could see that she wasn't his freckled girl any longer. She was:

A stranger in the night,

That gave him glances,

She was coming rather tight,

She would take her chanses,

To get an easy meal.


Something in her eyes, was not inviting,

Something in her roar, was not exciting,

And something in his heart,

Said to save his life, he must be smart,

Strangers in the night, two lonley beeings,

They were strangers in the night,

Upto the moment when he said hallo,

And little did he know,

If she would eat him raw,

She was just a glance away,

A warm embracing hug away.

Ever since that night he's been afraid,

to be close together,

Even at first sight and then forever,

But now it turned out right,

For those two strangers in this night...


For just when she opened her mouth to devour him she stopped.
Boom Kaboom!
Her fur started to fall off, bit by bit and it was like a miracle. Suddenly there she was again. The freckled girl with freckles and plaits and she was very embarrassed.
"Gosch that was close", said the poet. You were millimetres from eating me".
"Oh no. I wasn't at all. I was on my way to kiss you. I am sure of that. Now we have to hurry to my father. He must be very proud over us. First we saved Helsinki and now I am back. I hope you will forgive me for the bite. I will stitch it as soon as we are home."
They hold each others hands and ran to Öhubbles house. Happy as little children. But, but!
Boom kaboom! Who was waiting there...

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A bittersweet poem! I hope you're ok.

who was waiting there! that is the question, and a tricky one.... And yes, it was NOT Pekka nurmi. In fact, it was all the people in the world except pekka nurmi. The whole world's population had gathered in the streets of Finland and Pekka nurmi was nowhere to be found. They had come to celebrate the world's gay parade and no one in this world could miss it. And pekka nurmi didn't come. Some said he was planning something, the majority just didn't give a shit. And what what? The two poets just couldn't hop their way through the dense cloud of billions of people that drowned the landscape to the horizon. "How will we meet my father in this sea of people?" said the former leopardess "Oh no... look at all these rainbows. They must have swallowed him whole.. you know how he likes those!" And the poet just promised he would find her dear papa if she waited by an icecream shop around the corner. He ran and ran because it was almost too late... and there he found Jens Johansson drinking salvadorean Vodka. He said, with a big smile: ...

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Hello my dear friends! I guess that we can have 72 beers at mcDonalds and if the guards doesn't kick us out by the time we reach the last one, we can have 7 more. The trick here is, we have to be sound in our goals. We cannot keep staring at the moon like it is a sun. Haha! Oh no..." And he laughed and kept sipping this lovely vodka that poured from the sky itself and it formed a pool right next to the billions of people that had gathered in this compact land in finland. The pool became an Oasis in the vast people-desert and so on. It was like being inside an icecream cone, cold and humid, between the sweaty world-people. After a while, the ice cream turned into an apple pie and what that became no one knew. Jens continued to drink his sky vodka and the poet smiled and thanked him for the valuable advice he gave him almost without words and he found exactly what he needed to reach Hubble and in the morning, to look at the sky with almost no regrets whenever he had his morning coffee with his white hat from this day on.

The cat and the mice will always play the game
Game of the leopard that mangles with the pray:
The cat will always pull the tail
the mice will sometimes try to escape.

The cat will lure with pretty poems
He will scream of beauty that lies within his stomach
A stranger will look for nothing more
from there the paw will be his god

The mice that fled will use the corners
as the plutonic tent
and from his eyes the cheese will shed
from the rust his eyes will lend,
the cheese of the borders
the cheese of the lovers.
But he, (Ha!) he has already forgotten how to speak
and he cannot help but to be pleased!
So he can continue to fix his private cheese,
from his irky tallcreek.

From the dark restroom
By the cat always frowned upon.
In the hole by the broom.
Next to the diet coke.

It may not use words
But it is a saying on this world
that We give the children the root and then the wing
and without words they learn to sing
maybe with the eyes about the spring.

And the poet ran and he found Hubble really fast, because he knew the girl needed her papa. And through the billions of people, he swam with hubble on his back. "To the ice cream! We need to get to the ice cream!" he kept screaming so he didn't lose a bit of strength in a sea that kept throwing waves against his arms. And after a black cluster of yemen-people, he found the ice cream shop where he had left his dear friend. But what did he and hubble see in the distance? Could it be? yes! she was...

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Great, you deserve your epithet!

Yes! What in hell was she?
She looked the same Freckles, but she had a new catsmile and wasn't it whiskars and what was that at her back? A TAIL? She had a TAIL. A spotted leopardtail. And she hold her head in her FRONTPAWS. Yes she had PAWS. And she said miauuu. Two times. Than she looked bewildered and tried again. "Miauauya"...
The poet and Öhubble became speachless.
"She can't talk", said Öhubble.
And the girls tail started to whip the floor.
"Miauyu",whip,whip, "HRMMAUHRM..."Now it was a menacing sound."HRMMMAURYMURM" and she showed her teeth and looked at Öhubble.
"Come we must run. She isn't herself", said the poet,"I saw the same thing, when she was a stranger in the night. She doesn't understand who we are. She is just hungry and very dangerous".
"Hurry we must find an antileopardpill. I think I know were I have them. We close the door with a bolt."
They did and they could hear how she rummaged about and how she roared her wildmark-roar.
"Vojne, vojne, it is my fault", said the poet, I gave her the wrong pill from the beginning."
"No reason to cry over spilled milk", said Öhubble."Now we must give her the antipill".
They put the pill in a bowl of water and in to the now fullgrown leopard. She was thirsty and simsalabim
she was the girl. Again! But, but the TAIL was still there.
"I am afraid that you have to keep the tail", said Öhubble. "Can't you make it your characteristic. The freckled girl with plaits and tail. How does that sound?"
"I like it", said the girl, "I will stick out and soon everyone would like to have tails to wag. Haha!"

My tail I wag,
I'm not a fag,
I will not brag,
About my beautysnag...

But, but, who loves tails more than anything? Yeeesss. Pekka Fucking Nurmi. And when he hears about the girls new tail...Huhhuh...

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It never ends. Shit never ends..

HUH indeed. What could he do? He was not in earth, he was in excessa and he was tied to a torture chair by harvester. They had used duck tape and a drill was being pushed obtrusively inside pekka's cavities. "You heard" He said from his favorite seat in the house "HUH, that the freckled creature from... HUHUH... earth.. just got a NEW tail? They say she's more beautiful than ever. The freckles and the HUH... spots really should blend beautifully. I.. I must get. huh.. near that tail, huh..." But harv denied his pleas. "You can go and see her. But we need to get done with this drill first, now that we have started, and.. THAT is going to take at least one more post... For now I will just allow you to use your telescope to observe her and her tail.. don't try anything funny dear, you know who is in charge!" And the party continued in Excessa: There were martians dancing outside Pekka's premises.

But on earth, the girl had a new tail. What could go wrong, everyone thought. It was an innocent protuberance with the sole purpose of wagging and whipping the floors playfully. Or was it?.. She started to gradually show radical changes in her innocent behaviour. And those weren't that innocent, no. She started to get intermittently violent towards the crowds, as a roof cat that fights for the plastic bag. She would lunge and bury the nails without any alarm call whatsoever, she would go "Hrrmmiauhrmmmmiau" and then the screams and the blood all over the floor. The poet tried to calm her down with ice cream cones.. as many as she wanted and the best they had in town: salty caramel and vanilla seeds. She liked them and consumed one after the other with her abnormally long cat-tongue, licking them to death. But it was no use. She ate cone after cone but she still got intermittent front paws and used them indiscriminately against innocent by-standers. The poet was really worried and he asked Hubble for help "Oh, dear hubble" he said "What can we do? Is she a cat inside? Why can't she be a puppy? an innocent one with long ears and a pushy nose.. Did your pills work or what? and! We should hurry, we could be next.. look she just finished another ice cream and is looking at us quite scarily" And she was. The three were sitting on this ice cream shop and she had cat eyes in an attacking position.

Hubble was puzzled aswell and he thought and thought until he finally talked. "My pills work wonders. It is not that!" He said "It cannot be, no.. So the only logical explanation would be that her system, yes, it has changed irreversibly and her genome, yes, it has become the genome of a true wild cat.. I could try to make pills against that but... I think it will be of no use. We will have to get her inside a big cat-cage.. So she can't use those violent paws again. We may also have to tie her." The poet tried to protest but hubble had already left saying "I have one of those in my house. I'll be back, don't let her slash anyone else! Use the icecream cones.. the ice cream.. everything lies there!" and he disappeared in the distance. Now it was only the poet and the cat-girl in the table. What would happen? The poet was afraid and the shop was running out of icecream... She barely talked and she just licked her paws. The belletristic poet was afraid as he saw the nails growing longer and longer. After a while, she stopped licking and got her shoulders in a offensive feline stance "What could go wrong?" she asked with a sly smile and with the paws on the table top. "Haha! nothing at all!" And with all the strength her paws could afford, she jumped over the table towards the poet and the table dropped on the floor loudly and and...

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How can you say that this is shit? It is gold!

The poet was prepared.He had jumped behind the icecreambox and the freckled tailcat was in fact not after him. This time! She wanted only more ícecream.
The poor shop-ASSistant had long ago left and called the police and now came two representants for law and order into the shop.
"Hrm, hrm, how was it here?", said one burly 150-kilos muscleman, "Are we a little naughty today? And what are we? Are we on our way to a masquerade and dressed like a little cat, with tail and paws? Jaja! Nice outfit!"
And now he did a big mistake. He grabbed Freckles tail and pulled hard.
She reacted as all tailpulled cats. She spitted loudly and fiercely and flew up and landed on the policeman that fell backwards. She wasn't just a little mjauing kitten and he thought his last minutes on this earth had come, so he screamed in deathpanic. And a screaming Helsinkipolice in deathpanic is among the most frightening you can hear, so his colleague rushed at the door and roared,"Policeman down, policeman down".
He alarmed the rest of the Helsinki policeforce and they came in cars, on motorcykles, bicycles and horses. And outside the little shop it looked like a Finnish policeconvent. Blue policemen as far as one could see!
But the freckled girl, with a tail, wasn't interested in police-meat. She licked his face.
"So, so", she said. "Don't be afraid I am a nice catgirl, but I don't like when someone pulls my tail. Can you understand that, Lawandorder? Never pull cattails"!
The policeman nodded," Sorry! I didn't know it was stuck there. I have never met one like you before. What are you by the way? A catwoman from some movie or what"?
The girl started to purr and the poet dared to come forward.
"Yes we are filming a catwomanmovie called "The girl that was a cat without knowing it" and we are rather late now, so we must go."
"But", said the policeman, "I would like to see you again, catwoman. Can we have a date?
"Shouldn't think so", said the poet. "She is sort of my girlfriend and I have to take care of her".

Now Öhubble came in,"Gosch, I have never seen so many policemen in my whole life. What is going on"?
The policeman that got back his pompous policemanner talked again. "Hrm, hrm, I would like to take this young hrm ...lady to...hrm...

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Golden shit?

...a veterinary inspection. Hrm! I suspect she may have some sort of paw-disease and that she can infect any innocent pedestrian if she caresses them with her purrs, limp as gloves.. Hrm! She also needs some mandatory vaccines... her whiskers, they look ill!" But Hubble was not very pleased. He had gotten red and sort of violent. "IT is my daughter you are talking about" He said "And she has all the medication she could need. I make pills for a living, the best in town. I suggest you watch your words and give up hope on those dates you were planning! Ha! Not on my fucking watch Mr. sir" And he made the angry gestures of an angry man. The blue policeman wanted to get out and hop in his Helsinki police car as fast as his police legs could let him. So he said he had to check some cat-girl bureaucracy and the car wheels chirped when they accelerated quickly and the car got lost in the horizon. All the other policemen didn't know what to do so they also left after buying some ice cream for themselves.

Meanwhile the girl sat scared on a corner. All that sirens and the police-pips made her feline senses really tickly and obnoxious. The poet tried to calm her down but all she wanted was ice cream. He was afraid that if he dared to touch her loved sugar waffle cones, he would loose a couple of fingers in a bloody attack. After the police had finished their convention, Hubble decided it was the best time to get her in the big cage he had brought, he was getting the cat-leash ready but then the poet said, protesting "Oh no! Do you think THAT is really necessary? She... she just wants ice cream! A coneloving cat can't harm nothing, or noone, no! I will carry her in my arms and I will be the first one she attacks if something goes wrong.. but just no leashes! no!.." And hubble thought the belletristic was crazy "Haha! All right.." He said "If you really want to risk your life that way, you can carry the cat around. I warn you, I don't have pills for finger regeneration! ha!" And after the poet used some ice cream to lure her, the cat hopped on top of the poet and there they went.. to Hubble's cottage. Everyone stared in awe at the sight of the poet with a big whiskers cat on his arms. They even tried to get autographs but there was no time for that, the ice cream was about to be done with.

Butt! Something tragic happened just two blocks away from the hubble-house.. It was not pekka nurmi, but worst... after some bump in the way, the cat-girl dropped the ice cream on the floor in a violent squish and it was no use because it all smeared on the dirty floor... The poet was scared as she started to mjau uncontrollably in his arms and she looked violent like a black alley cat with sharp front paws. Her hair started to ruffle menacingly and and...

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There was a storm starting at the streetcorner and it catched the Freckles plaits. They were dissolved and her long hair was blowing in the wind. Appropriating enough she started to sing.

How many roads must a leopard walk down,
Before she forever can land,
How many times must a leopard sail,
Before she can sleep in the sand,
How many times must a leopard fly,
Before she is forever banned,
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
The answer is blowing in the wind.

How many years can a leopard exist,
before she is allowed to be free,
And how many times may she bite of some head,
Pretending she just didn't see,
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
The answer is blowing in the wind.

This song was the poets favorite, so he followed her like a rat following a ratcatcher to Öhubbles house.
Öhubble had made a new pill and she swallowed it without hesitation.
Still singing, she shrinked and shrinked. The leopardtail disappeared but the spots grew larger and very irregular. She went down on four legs and what? What?
A little dalmatianpuppy!
"Vojne, vojne", said Öhubble. Those pills are really unreliable. I thought it was a frecklepill but,but. Now she have to be a puppy untill I can make a new one. Can you poet take care of her"?
"Yes, yes", the poet was overjoyed,"I love puppets and she is the sweetest puppy I ever saw. Look at her eyes and her ears, her fucking silkears".
"Jaja", said Öhubble that suddenly remembered the poets hobby that involved streetdogs, "Maybe I shouldn't leave you two alone".
"Oh, that was my puberty-bad-habit. I have stopped that. I am grown-up now and don't do that anymore. She is safe with me".
The puppy looked at him with her dogeyes and when he stroked her silkfur she voffed blowing in the wind but with a new lyric.

How many roads must a little dog walk down,
Before she can be your friend
How many times must a little dog wail,
Before she can sleep in your bed,
How many times must a little dog voff,
Before she can sit in your soff,
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
The answer is blowing in the wind.

The poet wished, in secret, that she never should be anything else than this lovely puppy. It was love at first sight, for both of them.
But Bom Kaboom. The disastrous door flew open. Again! Pekka! Again!
"What is going on here? I saw in my telescope that you took away the beautiful leopardtail. You bastards! I will have my leopardgirl back, Öhubble! So make a new pill or I kill that stupid puppy".
"Never, never", said the poet,"If you so much as touch her, I will kill you scoundrelalien. She is my puppy",
He looked very brave and angry, when he hold the puppy in his arms.
"Haha, what have we here? A fearless little poet. Haha"!
The puppy shivered. But not for long. Her fur raised on her back and she flew through the air at Pekkas head and she digged her sharp puppetteeth in his nose. Deep, deep and the blood spurted. He pushed her away, but she came back and he had to run, "as fast as his alienlegs could bear him". With the furious little dog after him.
But then he kicked...

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and the sound that came afterwards was very known and feared by the poet. A puppy kicked in the chest with no mercy was one of the only things that could produce that soul-piercing screech. And Pekka also wore winterboots that looked very painful to get stepped by, let alone kicked... The little puppy flew uncontrollably to one of the corners and after landing quite violently, she tried to get up. But she just held her front paws close together, below the chest and then she got her freckled head down, in a shivering position... She was crying, or so it seemed.. and pekka smiled from the other corner.

The poet reacted the way any person would react when he sees his loved silkeared friend getting kicked by some stranger... All he wanted from this world was blood, from pekka, and he wanted it smeared all over the floor. He quickly thought the most painful and efficient ways to do so with the things he had at hand. So he grabbed several puncturing objects that Hubble used to make pills and he ran towards pekka with the sole purpose of killing. Mindlessly, he didn't put any thought on his actions at all and his eyes were red from anger. Like a leashless beast. And he was just one second away from making a bloody pekka-mess when Hubble stopped him pulling the poet's arm with abnormal strength for a pill-maker. He struggled for a while but Hubble seemed more like a Russian weightlifter than a innocent and thin pillmaker. "Whose side are you on?" Asked the poet, with rage on his voice "It is your dalma-daughter he kicked without mercy! You must let me mangle the scoundrel..." And hubble didn't answer, he just contemplated. The elephant-tranquilizer injection came fast in the neck and the last thing the poet saw was the fading image of pekka in the distance, smiling as he pulled the puppy away from her corner rather harshly...

After some black and imageless time, the poet woke up tired in what seemed to be an enormous dog cage. He was leashed to one of the bars.. He was at least very relieved when he saw that, by his side, a little dalmatian puppy had the eyes closed as if it was sleeping peacefully, breathing and hrmming regularly. She surely needed some rest. He waited for a while in silence, trying to grasp what in hell had happened. Had hubble turned against them? Was he with pekka now?... maybe he had his mind washed by extraterrestrial methods or he had just gotten bored of life and wanted a new method to get a kick of adrenaline. The poet couldn't get to any conclusions and he tried to examine the exterior of the cage from the apertures but it was no use.. The cage barely let the light come in from the tiny little holes it had and the leash was way too short for the poet to explore the outsides comfortably. But now at least the puppy-girl was waking up and she seemed to be healthy. She had just a little boot concussion in the chest, near where the girl-puppies tend to have their hearts, but her tail wagged happily from side to side and she seemed happy to have woken up from her long-sleep.

After the poet caressed her silkears and came across a strange object. It seemed like a tag, a yellow dog-tag, and it said "Subject 223-j" and it had a strange barcode below. The poet examined himself and also found a dog-tag in his left ear. Nothing made sense at all and when they both were trying to figure out a way to escape, a big boom was heard... One door had opened and...

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Oh dear. How exciting! How to go on?

It was Öhubble that came in.
"Try to be silent, my children. This was the only way to save you. Pekka demanded Freckle with leopardtail and he has his alien-argus-eye, so I must hide you here in the steelbunker. But now we have to act fast and pills are too slow, so I have syringes with the right stuff. First I must inject the puppy with a blend of Freckles DNA, RNA, blood and proteins. Can you hold her tight! It is a lot I must pump in".
The poet was sad. He loved the puppy more and more and hold her close to his heart. He could feel that she was afraid and he wanted to protect her. She put her nose at his neck and her little body sought his warmth. A wave of love went through him and he sang for her.

"Our love is here to stay,
Oh puppy, puppy,
Not for a year, but for ever and a day,
The Leopards and the Werevolves
and the Aliens that we know,
May just be fancies and in time may go,
But oh my dear, our love is here to stay".

She looked at him with admiration and tears in her eyes.
"Hrm, hrm. So we are romantic today, are we? Well here am I with the syringes. Now hold her tight"!
The poet hated syringes, so he fainted and when the puppy saw that, she fainted too. But after ten minutes they woke up close together. The puppy was gone and Freckle was in her place. She was of course nude and very embarrassed. But Öhubble had brought her clothes and she dressed hastily.
"Now we have come to the next injections", said Öhubble, "And we have to be fast. I must make you invisible from that Radar-Argus-Pekka. So here we go"!
They got their shots and it took only two minutes for them to disappear. And it was in the last minutes.
Boom Kaboom! That now so wellknown door flew open. Again! And there he was! Pekka Fucking Argus.
"I saw that you are hiding her here, mr Pillerdoctor and I have come to collect my Leopard-tail-girl"
"I don't know what you are talking about. I am alone here", said Öhubble.
"What, what? They were here just now. I saw them. What have you done to them this time, Eartscoundrel"?
Swish! Someone poked his arguseye...
"Aj, aj, what? My eye my eye, my fucking eye. How did you do that, Pillerdoctor? Aj, not again. Help, help, someone is pinching me SO hard. AJAJAJ! My ears, my ears, my fucking ears. Don't turn them around so! AJAJ! NONONO this is my private part. No no! Not my tinmicro! Shame on you! Have you not normal decency, you obscen personality or whatever you are...Ajaj! Nono! I need my tin! Compassion, compassion...

[AGAG]

And so he kept screaming while the poet pulled the tiny piece of micro off and around, like an invisible child at a candy shop in the gummy worm section, with no salesclerk or store owner. He played like a child in the privates and the normal-freckle poked pekka's eyes and pulled his ears in a steady rhythm that nearly drove him insane. It went on and after some pulling time, he decided he had gotten his revenge and that everything was even between him and Argus. He tried to escape from the dog-room and he went oustide to meet face to face with the shinning sun of summer.. "Ha! We're invisible again dear Freckle." He said, with a smile on his face "Do you remember the last time when we were invisible? We were at Kosmo's and there was a lot of snow and and... hrmm! what is this? Freckle? Where are you? I can't see you!.. Did you get stuck on the dog room?.. Can you see me? no?... Freckl!" He spinned in the same place trying to see something in the distance. But it was no use, he searched and searched for a long time, rummaging through the street-folds over and over again but there was nothing at all... He thought she had followed him but no, because, how to follow an invisible poet? By watching how the wind curved gracefully around his beautiful hair?... of course not! And he started to get worried because he saw a lot of faces in the street but there wasn't freckles in ANY of them. The town seemed to have a severe freckldeficit and an inflation was about to ensue. And there was reasons to worry because... where to find an invisible free-as-a-bird girl? by watching how the wind twirled around her beautiful long-plaits? ha! of course not.. the wind is also invisible as the poet remembered. He had to think of a new plait-finding plan.

But he suddenly knew what to do! He ran and ran and he invisibly entered hubble's house and took a soprano saxophone from one of the music shelves. He knew he just had to whistle and whistle through the soprano and he will most likely get a response from his dearest friend sooner or later. Provided that he whistled loud enough of course... Now he climbed the tallest hill in town and he started to ask loud questions in musical form. "Where are you?" Said the screeching soprano. "Where, oh, where in hell... blowing in the wind?" and the town vibrated along. In every bus, in every home danced the notes. For six hours in a row, the poet tried to get a response but nothing happened at all. He ran out of breath and sat a little bit sad in the hill to contemplate the silent town. It was no use and he tried to get to hubble to get some syringe or elephant injections to treat his invisibleness.

He walked down the roads a bit hurried like he always walks and he watched people walk by slowly. But but.. what happened? he was on a corner in the streets and then boomkaboom!. Something crashed firmly and harshly against his head. He even felt some lips!.. He was now in the ground and he heard a voice "Ouch, ouch!" It said. "Where.. where the hell is that soprano? ouch.. I need to find the soprano... ouch!" And the poet had a strange reaction to the crash. It may have started a strange chemical reaction because he started to get not-so-invisible and the ouchgirl saw as he turned into a... what was it? It was no bird or a dog, no. He had a shell and he was green all of a sudden. Yes, he had become a turtle and he couldn't walk that fast as he used to.. and the invisible girl said...

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Ja, what can she say?

"Oh dear, Oh dear, where have you been? I was worried, so when I heard the soprano play "Our love is here to stay", like Dexter Gordon I rushed to the hill. But I was too late and it was smart of you to go to fathers house.
But, what in Gods name happened to you? You are a green turtle? The least sexy animal on earth. You can not just stay like that. Sorry, but you look so ridiculous that I must laugh. Haha".
But her laugh got stuck in her throat, when she suddenly was crawling on the ground. On her back!
"Help! Push me around please. Goodness gracious me I am a turtle too. A red one! Now we can act as trafficlights! Father, Father", with a weak turtlevoice, but Öhubble heard her. He was though a bit surprised when he saw the two angry turtles.
"I don't want to be the least sexy animal in the zoo", said the poet. "It was bad, very bad, to be amarillos but turtles are a snap worse. How could this happen? Again? You must fix this or I will bite you with my small but sharp turtleteeth".
"Vojne, vojne, I bought some of the ingredients of that Chong and maybe he wanted to give me back for pushing him down the stairs. He must have put some turtle-DNA in the syringesoup. (37 Rosebudbeans with green peas) The worst is that I have only that China-shit left now. So I am lost here. But wait, wait, I have some cat-pills if you rather want to be cats? And maybe later invisible cats"!
"Do you consider cats more sexy than turtles, Freckle"?
"Mjaaauu, a lot more"!
"Ok, so give us the cater-pills, haha"!
And boom kaboom. Cats they were and they started to play with som plasticmice.
"I think you have to stay in and hide if Pekka comes by. He is very upset over some violence that happened to him. He has very darkblue skin around his fucking eyes and he can't hear so well. And he complains over that his private part is ruined. Have you any idea how that could happen"?
"Nono, of course not", said the two cats in corous. "Perhaps he bumped into something".
Boom Kaboom. The door! Pekka! Again! And how he looked! Like a shadow of his earlier handsome alieinself.
"If I can get my hands on those individuals- and they were at least five- that did this physical abuse to me, they have to beg their last prayer".
He looked around the room and saw the two cats that hide under a sofa.
"So you have cats now, Öhubble? Have I told you that I don't like cats? Are they twins? They look exactly the same"!
The two ran away to Öhubbles bed and under the cover.
"There was something well-known about those cats. Have you played magician now again, Öhubble? I would like to take a closer look at your new cats, ÖHUBBLE...

[Hubble86]

Hahahahaha!

Pekka went into the bedroom. Lifted up the bedcover and there they were! The cats. But not for long. He grabbed them with his alienhands and swosch swosch they were no more! Ha ha Öhubble you have to find new cats, those are finished by me. Dead! Dead! Bye, bye cats, bye bye Neverending story. Dead. Dead!

At last! :poke: :bounce2: :leapfrog: :leapfrog: :leapfrog: :leapfrog: :leapfrog: :crowd1:

[AGAG]

No no! An ending in the neverending?? This cannot be!

.. Of course! They were dead. Butt butt... was there something waiting for them after Pekka's merciless slaughter? A big bearded man sitting on a golden chair? No! It was even better when they found out.. Yes, they were cats, so they went into cat heaven because they had been good cats and they used their paws only for collective goodness, never harmed the tiniest thing. They woke up in a yellow clowd and they still had cat bodies. The blue freckled one was awake and the green one was still in a deep pekka-induced sleep.

The cloud ran fast across what seemed to be an endless sky. All blue and white like a big flag. "Imagine if we fell from here" thought the blue "ha! would we fly? the fall would be interesting.. Prr" She was about to try but she remembered that curiosity usually kills the cats and they had already spent one of their nine lives in the vile hands of Fucking. However the green one was awake now, yawning. He was lured by the same flying-thought when he saw the horizon... This cat wasn't as sound in his thinking as the other and he jumped impulsively from the cloud to see if he landed on his feet or if he grew wings all of a sudden... But Boom! He died horribly again when an angel-plane crushed him in it's engines and left only cat-stripes in the air.. He reappeared in the cloud but now with just seven lives.

"MJAU!" Said the bluefreckl "Don't do that!!... We are dead and we shouldn't play games! At least not from this height.. meowHUH!" And the green one was really ashamed when he heard the catgirl worried about his life. He sat on one of the corners of the cloud constrictively, with his paws down, so he wouldn't cause more trubble..

The trip was long and wearisome. When they finally arrived to the cat kingdom there was a big orange bearded cat waiting for them, not in a golden chair, but in a golden litter-pillow. He looked old and quite friendly since he was always licking something.. He said, smiling and licking his paws obsessively "Mjau and mjau, dear travelers. So you are dead! Haha! What a surprise! Don't worry. The moment comes for every cat in the world to face me and this golden pillow so don't feel weird at all. Hrm! Prrrr!.. My sourrces say you were killed. Outrageous... Humans these days are animals. But you were good exceptional cats as I can see from your colors. Blue and green are unusual even for russian cats that are experimented on all the time.. Pretty colors! And and.. freckles!? This seems to be a very special day... Prrwell! You just have to pass some paw-bureaucracy and then you'll get your heaven rooms. Welcome and welcome!" The gates opened and there there was another cat waiting. He wasn't as friendly and he asked difficult questions, as if it was David Letterman.

But finally he said the most heartbraking thing. Turns out that Cat-heaven was almost full because of the killing humans... and there was room for only one more cat in the whole palace. They had to choose who stayed and who went to see felineBeelzebub for an eternal hygienic bathtub-treatment. With extra soap. They tried to decide but but... it was too hard for both the bluegirl and the greenpoet. How could the green live without the blue? Wouldn't the rainbow be terribly disfigured? Out of proportion? Inadequate??... but then something happened... it was the bluegirl and she...

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

I didn't see that Hubble86 wrote again. I have problem with a stolen password and he will force me to stop this "rubbish". I delete him as soon as I see his "work", but now it would be problem, since you are spinning on his post. So what to do? Delete or not?

I haven't time to go on just now so I will think about it. But I will talk to him and ask him to make his own nick if he wants to write here. But, but , he thinks it is fun! Sorry!

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

I decided to ignore "Hubs" post today. Who cares? Not me! Not you! And we are the only ones here! So here we go, with what was it?The RUBBISH...


Freckle had a plan! "Wait here", she said to the poet, "I think we are in the wrong place".
She talked to one of the catangels. "If this is the catheaven I think that we two are misplaced. We are humans that got catinjections and if we had been squeezed as humans, we haden't died and only got some bruises. Have you ever seen such colours on cats as we have?
"No, you are right there, you look strange and we will not have humans here, they are only trouble! So I will ask our overcatcat Felix-Felix.
"Mjau, Mjau, I am Felix-Felix, overcatcat here", said a big black cat, "What is the problem? Are you not cats? Who has sent you then. Finland? There are always trouble with Finland. They never learn. Let me see your eyes, your fucking eyes, as we use to say. Jaja, green! But it must only be the cat-DNA that is dead in you then. Your human-DNA is very much alive. Is it the same with your best friend here. Let me see. Jaja, he is also humanalive, humanly speaking, haha. So there is absolutely no reason for you to stay here. Take a cloud and go back to earth. Sorry for your inconvenience. Blame the Finnish bureaucrats".

Boom Kaboom. The cloud took them in a hurry to Earth and they bumped down in Öhubbles bed under the cover. But now they were Freckle and Poet and they lay so still they could, because they heard how Öhubble scolded Pekka Fucking, for what he had done.
"You are an alienmonster and you have killed my only daughter and her friend. I am sure you understood that she was one of the cats and you are a sadist without human feelings."
"My dear Öhubble. I am an Alien of high rank and I am not allowed to have that sort of feelings. Your daughter was an exeption, but now there is non. If you had let me have her she would still be alive".
"Out, out of my sight! I will never see you again". Öhubble wept bitterly and Pekka left. Maybe he was a bit regretful...
As soon as he had closed the door, the two earlier cats jumped up.

"Don't cry for me dearest papa,

The truth is I was never dead,

All through my catdays'

My so mad catexistence,

I was still alive, as your Freckle,

And held my distance,

So don't cry for me dearest papa,

I am back and I am still alive...

And this time, papa I would like to be invisible again. But I will like to see the other invisibles, so we can meet and greet and have fun together. I have dreamt about stealing Seattlemuffins again for a long time now".
"OK"; said Öhubble, "But this time there is a risk that you never can be visible again".
"I take that risk", said Freckle. But the poet hesitated. "I think I am too young to take such a decision. Can I be invisible some weeks maybe? ButI will absolutely NOT go to Seattle and risk those greenblue horrible Seattleparasites in my anus again! Huh it was so embarrassing...

[AGAG]

Ignoring your papa? Isn't that a bit non-plaited from you? maybe gum-chewing? I don't know.... Oh, the rubbish!

I remember how they crawled and wallowed around my pool and everything was messy and unkept.. It was horrible!... But butt! If you want to go to seattle, I cannot leave you go alone. There are some really anti-geographists there and they might use verses against you, yes, so luring yet pernicious! Like everything good in this life.. Hmm hmm, I'll take a couple of those invi-pills Mr. Hubb.. make them lighty" And they both swallowed a couple of brown XL pills with fortified milk that was delicious in their cat tongues. Boom kaboom, now they were invisible and they could see each other in black and white. Just like an old cat television show, maybe felix-felix was a former actor? Now they just had to cross the Atlantic and find the muffin shop. They decided they would leave their cat water-hating syndrome and take a bath together. They would swim and get to Seattle by paw! and they would need each other for such a challenge.

What is the taste of this sea
where there are no leaves?
no room for the seeds in here?

We are cats that swim
Watch as the tide bedims
We are only cats that swim!

Oh! What is the meaning of the muffin?
was is the banana in the toffing (?)
oh, the paper cover is now laughing.

Oh! now you're falling asleep
dear blue freckled steep
I doubt it might be a beauty sleep!

We are cats that swim
Watch as the tide bedims...
We are only cats that swim!

Only a thousand miles to go
bare with me in this long cat flow
Don't just stay there!
Grab my hand and the tide we'll tear.

Oh, you should have eaten
your milk you should have drinken

Now your plait is undone
Now your gum is alone.

We are only cats that swim...

Oh, I'm not the perfect cat
I also forgot to wipe
But I'll carry you in my arms
And to seattle we'll arrive.

I'll gather strength from your whisker
This day they will make brisker

We are only cats that swim!...

Finally! The shore appeared in the distance after seven days in the water. The two cats were swollen and sponge-like... their hair was horribly wet. Her cat-plait was all free and emancipated and the beach air made it wave like a beautiful long liberation-flag. They stood under the beach sun, gasping and resting for a couple of hours and they got dry and there were beautifully invisible once more. The view was beautiful for two invisible cats. The poet realized something all of a sudden... "PRR! This was fun and this is really beautiful... But! Where is the muffin shop after all? aren't the bread makers on the OTHER side of this wide country?? I need a geogrpahy lesson... Ha! Hilarious..." but the other cat smiled and she invisibly said "Mjau, haha! Don't worry. I had this planned all along! This is what we do...

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

The poet blooms. I knew it! By the way, the Hubble here wasn't my father Öhubble.He is a practicaljoker!


"We take some chemicals in a drugstore. I have inherited my fathers pilltrillingcapacity, so I will make us invisible humans again. I hate to be a cat and after the long dog-swim I will never be a cat again. Capisce!
Freckle had some pillproblems with her clumsy paws, so she made them drinks instead. It worked fine and soon they were the lovely pair. Again!
"I would very much like to visit some of the Stratoforumers and scare them from their senses. We can create a new cult, that is built on ghosts and fear, just for Strato".
"Yes, yes", said the poet eagerly. "Let us start with the twins Bo and Ro in Intercourse in Pittsburg".
They found a bus to Intercourse and they soon could hear where the twins lived. Both played drums for open windows and it was eardeafening. The poet grabbed some stocks and started to mistreat Bo's bass-drum. It sounded horrible and Freckle kicked all Ro's drums over the floor. The twins were startled!
"What fuck is the fuck in my prostata", said Bo.
"My drums, my fucking drums are walking and jucking it off. What in fucking hell is this"? said Ro.
Freckle took his stocks and started to drum his head and the Poet took a grip of Bo's micromedio and twitched.
"What"? screamed Bo, "Someone is trying to rape me and I can't even see him. Heeeellpp"
They ran out as fast as their twinlegs could bear them.
The poet that always had dreamt about drums made a very poetic drumsolo, but that couldn't the twins hear. They were already in the nearest church begging a God they didn't believe in, to protect them from a Belsebub, or whatever it was, they not believed in either. The priest followed them home. He was sure they had lost it totally, but he had seen a lot ov devilmovies so he was curious.
When they entered, the poet was still drumming and humming, and the girl had eaten some of the twins chickennoodles and she started to quack.
"Quack, quack, Mubumububuuuuu...
They had never heard anything so scary and the priest made his crossign over and over, while he prayed to Maria and all apostles. The twins sang a hymn and said religious strings from Kindergarten.
The girl came closer and with a husky voice she wispered, "Buuu. If you once more show your ugly micros on Stratoforum I will cut it off with a bigbig gardenscissor...huuu...

[AGAG]

Mjaus? Never?

And Ro ran fast! To the holy nuclear-ghost shelter they had in Intercourse. The exorciser ran with him in his white cape. But Bo was tethered and couldn't run at all. He was left all alone with the two practi-joke ghosts. The poet had grabbed his micro and it was fun to play with but... what a surprise! The micro had suddenly turned a real macromacro and the poet couldn't get enough of it. "OH! Oh no." screamed Ro in pain "That is too rough for my glands... Fucking shit! Jesus please shed your grace! God, forgive my sins. I will pray! I WILL PRAY!" The pulling continued and the girl was playing a spoon solo with ro's computer that was broken on the floor. She hummed and the music turned out to be perfect for the whole pulling-situation. It was getting late and the pulling had to stop. The poet was just playing around and he didn't actually wanted to hurt ro's beautifully proportioned reproductive organ. They went out invisibly and laughed like children of their mischievous acts. Ro was praying an ave maria. Ave ave...

The poet could see the freckles and she no longer had that permanent plait. "Ha!" he said "Is this why you love invisibility so much?" And the girl answered, while thinking what forumer was next "Haha! of course! I wish I've had this pilldrinks a lot earlier so I could joke more often. I love jokes and drum solos! You also seemed to love all that micromacro game... What was THAT all about? Huh!"

They went to Alabama next. The road was bumpy for the laughing fantasms but was it worth it! Ha! There they were! Of course, Browneyedgirl and Miditek discussing politics inside a cozy and confortable hurricane-basement. The weather was quite windy and they didn't want to go out and play in their beautifully kept garden. It was a big basement and it apparently had all they needed for 2 more world wars. They had neverending cheese-pepperoni pizza supplies and a couple of buckets filled with heavy machine guns by their side. Just in case!... And!.. what to do? they seemed quite experienced and quick to draw.. Also the poet was kind of afraid of big guns. He only liked water guns and there were none in sight... Just big Anti-vietnam M-14s. and handbutt granades. But! the girl was clever and she had a joke-plan. She sneaked inside and she replaced all the bullets and the granades with auto-adherent communist propaganda. When the windows started to crash down and the tables started to crumble with big noises, they fired the machine guns as fast as they could and the walls were filled with Stalin and Marx and Lenin. The poet also hummed soviet-songs and screamed ghastly "We are the russians! Be afraid! We will eat your pizza. Buu! We are invisible now. Buu!". And... It was all unbearable. They started to screech and have seizures on the basement floor. They were begging for a state-regulated economy man to enter the window and beat the shit out of the Rus-phantoms.

The poets laughed in BEG's garden. "Funfun!" He said "But don't you think it was too much?..." "Of course not!" She answered, with a big smile "This is all impekkable and I wouldn't want it otherwise. Ha! One step closer to those muffins and I know who is next... We're going to...

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Jaja! Funfun!


Neverending Abyss! I have an unplucked duck with him. He has my Nomnomnom-waffel-iron and I haven't made a single waffle since he left. But first I will taste the cake Beg is baking to her grandson and see a Letterman-show".
"Blä! It is the tenth time they show that now, so I will rather go out in Begs garden and dig up some potatoes and throw around, something I always dreamt about".
Beg made an attempt to make a Tolkki-doll on her computer, but he was unrecognizably thin. Freckle put on the TV and Beg was surprised and turned it off. But Freckle on. Again! Beg off! Freckle on! Off! On! Beg said some four-letter words and Freckle pushed her out in the kitchen.
"Look after your cake", she wispered, with her worst German accent, and in the same moment the poet started to throw potatoes around him and some hit the house with a bang. Beg pulled out the cake and rushed for the door. "Help, help, my house is haunted",
she screamed and ran to her car. "I must ask Miditek if he knows some exorcist".
Freckle grabbed the cake and fetched the Poet.
"Come we are going to Miditek with Beg"!
They jumped in the backseat and Beg could in her backmirror to her horror see how her newbaked cake hang in the air and bit, by bit disappeared. She tread violently on the accelerator.
Soon they were in Tennessee and Miditek listened to Begs story, "Yes I have had some disturbances here too. Communists probably, since it smelled of that hairpomada you know. But it could also be the same things as you have. We better talk to my exorcist".
The lovely pair laughed and Begs and Miditeks blood iced. The exorcist came at once and started his deed.
"Buuuu", said the poet in French-Spanish and the exorcist said, he had never heard a so strong devil. Freckle started to pinch him. Hard! And he ran and Freckle followed him. On her way she crushed all AlGorebulbs she knew that Miditek hated and there was a big hallabalo. She and the poet yowled in different languages, but the exorcist was long ago over the Tennessee-hills. But poor Beg started to sing in her despair.

I was chatting with Midi,in a Tennessee-chatt,

When some ghosts we couldn't see,

Scared all our red hell out of us,

And the exorcist without all his fee,


I remember the night, and the Tennessee-chatt,

But I don't know what it was for a spatt,

And who was the horrorghost that took my hat,

And demolished my Tennessee-chatt...


But the lovely ghosts were on their way to WashingtonDC in a stolen policecar and Obama and Abyss could expect visits rather soon...

[AGAG]

Butt was what that on their way? Were those 20 police cars in the distance? Trying to get their stolen car back? Ha! Find out in a couple of hours! Stay tuned. Yesyesyes!

[AGAG]

Of course they were! but not only that... oh no, the whole country was on a Osama Bin Laden alert and they were afraid that some sort of Al-ka threat would enter their country against their president. bumb-in-bum and what not... So the CIA was really shocked when BEG reported invisible communists assaulting people with propaganda all around Alabama. They deployed 150 tanks for the hunt and it looked an operation against Hitler himself... The sound of a thousand sirens and tank engines followed the poor policecar through the deserts and the forests of America for days that turned to weeks. The poet drived and he took violent curves all the time to lose the police force, evading bullets and rocks.. but it was no use.. They had satellites over them and it was just a matter of time... It all looked straight from hollywood. "We're almost out of gas!" he said "We'll have to steal those bikes over there. Quick! I want the pink one." And it was a good decision. As soon as they stepped outside of the moving car a big tank-missile came flying and boomkaboom, the police car was no more than a metal scrub fit for cleaning clothes. Ha! They stole a couple of high school bikes and now they were rushing again.... had they seen the two auto-propulsed bikes riding to the horizon?.. Yes! Because they had arrived to Arizona and they were now in the streets of Las Vegas and there were snipers posted in every casino and every Kebab-stand. "Shoot everything invisible" were the orders.. and the trained military-men never had gotten such a difficult task.

Someone saw two happy bikes promenading by the bistro and hell itself was unleashed. Everyone screamed and all the policeman started to shoot at the air against the spectre of communism that haunted America. The two invisible hid inside a garbage container down the corner and who did they find there in the dark! Wasn't it STINKY_PREGNANT_MAN and hadn't he installed an improvised house in this container for his children? He had, and it was beautiful! "HELLO" he said, with a loud voice "WHO IS THERE? HAS SOMEONE ENTERED MY CONTAINER? WELCOME! THESE ARE MY CHILDREN. IT GETS DIFFICULT TO FEED THEM SO I GAMBLE ONCE IN A WHILE TO GET FRESH MILK FOR THEM. A FIFTH ONE IS ON THE WAY SO I HAVE STARTED WITH BACKGAMMON. PRIAPUS! THAT IS A THOUGH GAME" And he invited them to join for some milk. The poet accepted gladly but the girl exclaimed invisibly "Fuck! Bleh! Yuck!... This makes me sick.. No thanks! I will remain thirsty if you don't mind" And so she did.

They remained in Stinky's house for a while and after the police got tired of beating every bicycle-rider in Vegas, they finally stopped the violence. "It is out chance" said the girl "Thank you stinky. Kisses!" "NO PROBLEM. HUGS AND KISSES" he answered with a pregnant stinky smile... Now they were on the run again. They decided not to use any other vehicle so they walked invisibly for one month until they arrived to Washington really exhausted. They looked for Obama and he was eating at a local McDonalds with NEA since he was his recently-acquired advisor. "Should we slap their burgers?" asked the poet. "No no no! I have a better idea.. you get obama, NEA is MINE!" And and they went and...

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the Poet protested, "No I don't want Obama, but you can go ahead with Nea, since you claim that you know him". "Yes I think he listens to me and we need a friend now. Look at the guys here. Only FBI, CIA,KKK,GHL,CDRE,MMML, and whatever. All have guns and they don't hestitate a second to kill us. I think Obama has engaged Nea, because he sometimes can be invisible and then could see us".
Freckle sneaked up behind Nea and whispered in his ear, "Hey, sweet pea. Do you remember when you breathed under my bed?"
"Huhhuh? You? What are you doing here? Invisible? really? Are you the one that all Feds are hunting high an low? Lord, they will shoot you in a second if they see you. Wait, I will turn on my invisibility"...
And he did. Osama didn't understand what happened first, but he know what Nea could do, so after a while he asked the air.
"So you can see the terrorists now? Are they here"?
"Nono", answered the air, but maybe on the street, so I must leave you".
He grabbed the two invisible and they hurried to his flat. "You are two crazy fools", said Nea. "Now we must diskuss what on earth we shall do. Half the worlds policeforces are after you and I am chosen to catch you".
"Easy", said Freckle, "You tell the world, that we are nothing but two ghosts no-danger-ghosts-but-nice-ghosts and we will take it easy for a while".
"But shouldn't we go to Seattle and the muffinbaker", protested the Poet.
"Oh", said Nea, "That is not a good idea. The baker has closed his bakery and moved away with his wife. He wanted to get rid of a persistant stalker and saw no other way".
The freckle blushed. "I think I understand. So Seattle is out. And now, you Poet have to decide where we are going. South America maybe?"
"You are welcome to stay under my bed, as long as you want,", said Nea.
"Thank you! We need to rest and think a bit", said the poet.
"You do that. I will talk to Obama and maybe tell him who you are", said Nea. "But first I will make you some really nomnom nomnomnoms"...
But Bominbum. The door in Washington DC flew open and ...











Editedit!


Why is all this empty room here? How could I get rid of it? I am hopeless with this workcomputer that I hate. This is the one that has a devil inbuilt in the construction as an intergral part. Help...

[AGAG]

Oh, computer of the bibliothek
What a cold and lonely place
To hide your gratious suns instead.

Help you say..
The watebottles you must use, dear freckl
And your troubles will almost fade away..

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

I can't leave all Boomkabooms to you, so I take this one, since I have half day free.


"Pekka Fucking", whispered the two under Neas bed. "Pekka here...Again! Oh nooo"!
But it was of course not Pekka. He was on Excessa almost regretting, that he had killed the two cats. No, it was FBI, CIA, KKK, CNN, BBC and some I don't remember, that stormed in.
"You have the terrorists here", said one FBI-er, with a gun in each hand. Give them to us"!
Nea that just made nomnomnoms shook his head.
"Nono. I haven't seen them and I don't think they still are in DC. Here are too many Feds".
The bunch looked around and also under Neas bed, but the two hold their breaths and the nevercleaning policeman missed the fact, that there was no dust at all there.
"Ok", said the gunman suspiciously,"Are you making nomnomnoms for a company? Can you really eat all that"?
"I make nomnoms for a week at the same time", said Nea and smiled his charming smile.
It worked and all FBI, CIA,
KKK, CNN, BBC and all the others went away.
"Puh" said Nea, "That was close! Now I have to talk to Obama. We must put an end to this".
And he went to the White House, where Obama had a lot to do with all the terrorthreats, but could give him ten minutes.
Nea told him that the invisible were no terrorist at all, but two students. A girl from Finland and a guy from El Salvador.
"Hmhm. El Salvador"? said Obama. "Hadn't we some trouble there, or was it Nicaragua? How come that those two are together? Are they lefties? And why are they invisible"?
"They have met on the net and the girls father is a pillertriller, that makes pills".
"Hmhm", Obama again, "Pills? Invisiblepills? That would be something for CIA. Finland? Is that the Russiancountry close to Switzerland where they make watches"?
"Njaaa", said Nea, "Almost".
"We must talk to that pillertriller. Immediately and before the Russians take him to Siberia. But very secretly"...
And two hours later in Finland. A very cautious knock,knock on Öhubbles door...

[AGAG]

A suited man who was 2.12 meters tall was quite agitated on one side of the door. He had a big mission and he needed food for his 3 children and wife. He needed this whole pill-recipe thing to cash his big CIA check as soon as possible. "Come on, come on!" He said to himself while he knocked on the door harder and harder "I just need seven chemical compounds to make the whole military USforces invisible. We will then invade the middle east with FormicidaeArthropoda-man that are invisibly organized in a social structure Marx could only dream of.. red-imported-fire-ants! superorganisms.. A dream come true indeed. Now.. if that guy would open the fucking door..." But it was no use. Hubble was probably not at home because a lot of minutes had gone by and even the neighbours had gotten up from their mid-day nap from all the knocking-noise. He decided it was time to breach in and he planted two small bombs in Hubble's door. It was a McDonalds-bomb and the other a Wendys. They both had WAY too much cheese. The boomkaboom destroyed half of Hubble's home in less than one second. All the chemicals inside reacted as if it was Fuku-Cherno II or maybe Chernoshima II and the CIA man ran away when he saw all the mutant cockroaches coming out of their experiment cages in search of human flesh.

"May day! May day! IT is actually may and the finnish has used mutants. I repeat, mutants. Abort the mission NOW and get me out of here. Please." When Hubble came home with a bag of groceries, he was shocked. His beautiful chemicals, now they were in the air and entering the lungs of everyone in town. His beautiful house, broken and with all the pieces on the floor. "I must have left the stove on..." he said, with tears on his eyes. "Now what to do?! I know.. my daughter must have some sort of dad-fund lying around and she will help me, yes yes!" And he hurried and sent an emergency sms:

"House is boom. Now cockroaches eat people, unleashed. Jukka is dead (finally) And I need bed.. You have?

Kisses
Dad"

On the other side of the planet, the invisible girl was very very worried as soon as she saw the abbreviated message. Hubble only used cellphones once a year and it was not precisely to say hi. She also hurried and got everything ready, Hubble was coming to Obama's home where everyone was staying. After a long flight, he arrived and greeted all the Americans. "Welcome to America" Said Obama "We are aware of your experiments in your exotic finnish land and the US people need what you have to offer. You will be greatly rewarded." To which Hubble answered "Bah. What I need is a fucking bed. Where is my daughter? Last time I saw her she was unplaited and quite childish, it must be that other child she's always with... those salvadorean things stick" An invisible hug followed. "Oh papa, I was so worried.. You can stay at NEA's if you don't want to be harassed by all this chemic-holics. Right now I have to leave, we need to make sure that the muffin shop is actually terminated. I'll be here, we will...

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

wait for Nea. He is sprinkling the Oval Room, in the White House, and paint it green. But, father, who is the dead Jukka, you mentioned in the last post"?
"Jukka who? Did I say Jukka? I don't think so. I don't know any Jukka, dead or alive".
"Ah, never mind. Nea and the poet are going to Seattle today, but I am a little sad and long for Mom, so I want to go home and be visible again. I hope you will help me".
Boomkaboom! The door! It was Nea and the Poet. Invisible! "Ah there you are. I think"! said Öhubble. "Good luck with your trip to Seattle. We are going home and you are welcome there later. CIA is building me a large lab and we will call it Öhubbleschemicalchemistrylaboratoriumlab and I think I will have a neonshield of the name on the roof".

The two invisibles plane was full, so they had to stand up under the flight. They went directly to the bakery and there was a long que of customers outside. It smelled strange. It smelled hash...
The new owner, Icecar24, baked his muffins after some old indian recipe, with hash instead of meal and no dots and commas whatsoever. It tasted horrible but had a fantastic effect. One Muffin was enough to make a person delirious and happyblessed.
"I wonder what the Muffinmaster thinks about this", said Nea. And as it was arranged the former owner came by and they could see, that he was red-letter-angry. "No dots? No commas? Icetruck 182! You have broken our contract that clearly stipulates that you should use only dots, commas, onions or bacons. I take my bakery back. Now! Out, out you wretched, inadequate, meagre, pitiable, shameful, contemptible, miserable, miseryhirocine"...
Icecar wasn't accountable. He had baked all day in the hashfog so he just laughed, and laughed, and laughed. HAHAHAHA.
"Take your shitfuck bakery and bake your dots and commas best you can. I don't give a fuck, you fucking bakerstroppy"...
The masterbaker looked at him in contempt. "Go out of my sight you misspelling idiot".
But now...