[Continued from Part 7]
> Grignr clameed his right hand over Carthena's mouth and with a slight
>struggle pulled her
Crow: --upper right molar and all of her incisors.
>over to the shadows at the right hand wall of the path,
>while at the same time thrusting this torch
Tom: --into a pile of oily rags.
>beneath an overhanging stone to
>smother its flickering rays. "Be silent;
Mike [falsetto]: But I wasn't saying anyth--
Tom [Grignr]: I said be silent!
>I can hear footfalls approaching
>through the tunnel;" growled Grignr in a hushed tone.
> "All that you hear are the horses corraled at the far end of the
>tunnel. That is a further sign that we are
Crow [falsetto]: --doomed! We're doomed! Waaah!
>nearing our goal." She stated!
Mike: Damn did she state!
> "All that you hear is less than I hear! I heard footsteps coming
Tom [Grignr]: And I heard the CIA beaming satellite transmissions into my
Crow: Hey, it's an episode of "All in the Family"!
Mike: Actually, it's-- oh, close enough.
>that we may find out whom we are being
>brought into contact with.
Tom: After all, it is 2010: The Year We Are Brought Into Contact.
>I doubt that any would have thought as yet of
>searching this passage for us. The advantage of surprize will be upon our
>side." Grignr warned.
Crow: He warned her that something good was going to happen?
Mike: I'm warning you, if you open that box you'll find the keys to your
> Carthena cast her eyes downward and ceased any further pursuit towards
>conversation, an irritating habit
Tom: She did exactly what he wanted and he finds it irritating?
Mike: There's just no pleasing some people.
>in which she had gained an amazing
>proficiency. Two figures came into the pairs view, from around a turn in
>the tunnel. They were clothed in rich luxuriant silks and rambling o on
Crow: Much like Jim Theis.
>in conversation while ignorant of their crouching foes waiting in an ambush
> "...That barbarian dog
Tom: What is it that these people have against dogs? I mean, sure,
poodles and chihuahuas are kind of annoying, but still--
>is cringing beneath the weight of the lash at
>this moment sire. He shall cause no more disturbance."
> "Aye, and so it is with any who dare to cross the path of Sargon's
>chosen one." said the 2nd man.
Mike: Meanwhile, the Third Man was busy making a fortune off watered-down
> "But the peasants are showing signs of growing unrest. They complain
>that they cannot feet their families while burdened with your taxes."
Crow: And they can't tax their families while burdened with your feet.
> "I shall teach those sluts
Tom: --calculus, and then Edward James Olmos'll play me in the movie.
Crow: Sluts? Where?
>the meaning of humility! Order an
>immediate increase upon their taxes. They dare to question my sovereign
>authority, Ha-a, they shall soon learn what true oppression can be. I will
Mike: This little skit could become reality if you, the voter, make the
wrong decision on Election Day. Remember: friends don't let friends
vote for Bob Dornan.
> A shodowed bulk leapt from behind a jutting promontory as it brought
>down a double edged axe with the spped of a striking thought.
Crow: Which, again, this being Grignr, means that it took about forty-five
>One of the
>nobles sagged lifeless to the ground, skull split to the teeth.
> Grignr gasped as he observed the bisected face set in its leering
>death agonies. It was Agafnd!
Tom [sighing]: Okay, now was Agafnd the prince, or the advisor, or the
prince's longtime companion, or what?
>The dead mans comrade having recovered from
>his shock drew a jewel encrusted dagger from beneath the folds of his
Mike: That's a relief. At least =someone= around here is dressed.
>and lunged toward the barbarians back. Grignr spun at the sound from
>behind and smashed down his crimsoned axe once more. His antagonist lunged
>howling to a stream of stagnent green water, grasping a spouting stump that
>had once been a wrist.
Crow: It's just a flesh wound.
Tom [antagonist]: Hey, anyone around here got any Medi-Quik?
>Grignr raised his axe over his head and prepaired
>to finish the incomplete job,
Mike: He had to or it'd revert to an "F" after six weeks.
>but was detered half way through his lunge by
>a frenzied screech from behind.
Crow: It was Alanis Morissette!
> Carthena leapt to the head of the writhing figure, plunging a
>smoldering torch into the agonized face. The howls increased in their
>horrid intensity, stifled by the sizzling of roasting flesh,
Tom: Human -- the other white meat.
>then died down
>until the man was reduced to a blubbering mass of squirming, insensate
Crow: It was as if he'd been forced to sit through a "The Brothers Grunt"
> Grignr advance to Carthena's side wincing slightly from the putrid
>charred flesh that rose in a puff of thick white smog throughout
>the chamber. Carthena reeled slightly, staring dasedly downward at her
Mike: Have you ever considered taking some industrial arts classes? They
can help you match up those corners better and teach you how to apply a
more even coat of wood stain.
>"I had to do it ... it was Agaphim ... I had to, "
Crow: It's the dramatic revelation at the climax of the story!
Tom: Now who was Agaphim again?
> "Sargon should be more carful of his right hand men." Added Grignr, a
>smug grin upon his lips.
Tom: Where else would it be?
>"But to hell with Sargon for now, the stench is
>becoming bothersome to me."
Mike [falsetto]: Maybe you should try a different deodorant?
>With that Grignr grasped Carthena
Crow: This guy's all hands!
>waist leading her around the bend in the cave and into the open.
Mike: Then over the river and through the woods.
> A ball of feral red
Crow: You mean the sun?
Mike: Let's not jump to conclusions.
>was rising through the mists of the eastern horizon,
Tom: Why... yes, the sun =does= rise in the east! Jim must've done some
painstaking research to get all these little details right.
>disipating the slinking shadows of the night. A coral stood
>before the pair, enclosing two grazing mares.
Mike: Oddly, the mares didn't seem to notice that they were underwater and
trapped in a reef.
>Grignr reached into a
>weighted down leather pouch dangling at his side and drew forth
Crow: Eww! Cut! Cut! We don't need the consummation scene!
Mike: Crow, the consummation scene happened five seconds after the characters
Crow: Oh, yeah. Well, once was bad enough.
>scintillant red emerald
Bots: That's three! That's three!
Tom: Once is happenstance...
Crow: And twice is coincidence...
Tom: But when it happens three times...
Crow: The situation is clear: Jim Theis really does think emeralds are red!
>he had obtained from the bloated idol. Raising it
>toward the sun he said, "We shall do well with bauble, eh!"
Mike [falsetto]: Uh, yes, Grignr. We shall do very well with bauble!
Tom: I'm put in the mind of a Boris Badinoff here.
Crow: Wait... didn't he say a while back that his culture hated baubles?
> Carthena gaped at the gem gasping in a terrified manner "The eye of
>Argon, Oh! Kalla!"
Tom: Now who was Kalla?
Mike: I don't think Kalla's been in the story before.
Tom: Great. A few sentences from the end, and Jim's bringing in new
Crow: I don't even remember any of the old ones.
>At this the gem gave off a blinding glow, then dribbled
Crow: --between a pair of defenders and took it to the hoop for two!
>through Grignr's fingers in a slimy red ooze.
Mike [Grignr]: I should've known it wasn't a real emerald! There was
always something about that emerald that just didn't seem right to me.
>Grignr stepped back, pushing
Crow: C'mon, you'll like it. The first one's free!
>Carthena behind him. The droplets of slime slowly converged
>into a pulsating jelly-like mass.
Crow: Inside were little pieces of delicious pineapple!
>A single opening transfixed the blob,
>forminf into a leechlike maw.
> Then the hideous transgressor of nature flowed towards Grignr, a trail
>of greenish slime
Bots: GREENISH slime?
Tom: That's it! That's the answer! He's color-blind! To Jim Theis, red
and green are the same!
Mike: He must've done time at the House of Stairs.
>lingering behind it. The single gap puckered repeatedly
Crow [falsetto]: Come on, kiss your Aunt Ethel!
>emitting a ghastly sucking sound.
Tom [Perot]: --as American jobs leave for Mexico!
> Grignr spread his legs
Crow: Isn't Cartagena supposed to be the one to do that?
Mike: It's Carthena, and you're the one who didn't want another consummation
>into a battle stance, steeling his quivering thews
Tom: My thews'd be quivering too, if I knew what thews were.
>for a battle royal with a thing he knew not how to fight. Carthena
>wound her arms about her protectors neck, mumbling, "Kill it! Kill!"
Crow [Grignr]: Yes! Grignr want to kill! Grignr like kill! But Grignr
not know how to kill!
>While her entire body trembled.
Mike: Except for her left elbow.
> The thing was almost upon Grignr when he buried his axe
Crow [Grignr]: Mebbe it'll make an axe tree and I'll have enough weaponry
to beat this thing!
>gristly maw. It passed through the blob and clanged upon the ground.
>Grignr drew his axe back with a film of yellow-green slime clinging to the
Crow: Was it "The Castle of Fu Manchu"?
Tom: No. That film was far worse than yellow-green slime.
>The thing was seemingly unaffected. Then it started to slooze up
Mike: Don't you just hate it when your underwear starts to slooze up on you?
>his leg. The hairs upon his nape stoode on end from the slimey feel of the
>things buly, bulk.
Tom: Okay, we're getting downright Joycean here.
>The Nautous sucking sound became louder, and
Mike: --Ross Perot jumped up and down yelling, "I told you so!" while
Mexican entrepreneurs went on to dominate the world market.
>Grignr felt the blood being drawn from his body.
Tom [falsetto]: Are you 17? Are you 110 pounds? Okay, then, have a seat
right here and the nurse'll be with you in a moment.
>With each hiss of hideous pucker
Mike: But I don't want to kiss Aunt Ethel!
>the thing increased in size.
Crow: I'm still not so sure this isn't really a consummation scene. Sort
of the literary equivalent of the train going through the tunnel...?
Tom: You call this literary?
> Grignr shook his foot about madly
Mike: He did the Hokey Pokey and he turned himself around. That's what it's
>in an attempt to dislodge the blob,
>but it clung like a leech, still feeding upon his rapidly draining life
Crow: You mean blood?
Mike: Let's not jump to-- aw, heck with it. Yes. He means blood.
>He grasped with his hands trying to rip it off, but only found his
>hands entangled in a sickly glue- like substance.
Tom: So that's what happened to his horse!
>The slimey thing
>continued its puckering ; now having grown the size of Grignr's leg from
>its vampiric feast.
Crow: I don't believe I'm saying this, but this is almost... interesting!
> Grignr began to reel
Mike: In a twelve-pounder, but it was too strong and got away.
>and stagger under the blob, his chalk white face
>and faltering muscles attesting to the gigantic loss of blood. Carthena
>slipped from Grignr in a death-like faint,
Tom: Then Romeo showed up and stabbed himself.
>a morrow chilling scream upon her red rubish
>lips. In final desperation Grignr grasped the smoldering
>torch upon the ground and plunged it into the reeking maw of the travestry.
>A shudder passed through the thing.
Bots: Yeah! Go Grignr!
Mike: Even I'm starting to get into it!
>Grignr felt the blackness closing upon
>his eyes, but held on with the last ebb of his rapidly waning vitality.
All: Come on, Grignr! Go! Go!
>could feel its grip lessoning as a hideous gurgling sound erupted from the
All: ALL RIGHT, GRIGNR! You can do it, buddy!
>The jelly like mass began to bubble like a vat of boiling
>tar as quavers passed up and down its entire form.
All: Yes? AND???
> -END OF STORY-
Crow: It's over... all that time I wanted it to be over... page after page
when I would've chewed my own leg off to end the story... and he can't even
tack on a lousy concluding sentence? Jim Dickweed Theis can't finish with
ONE LOUSY CONCLUDING SENTENCE???
Tom: Guess not. C'mon, guys, time to go.
Mike: You coming, Crow?
Crow: No. I no longer have any will to live.
Tom: Hey, Mike, I just noticed -- THE EYE OF ARGON is exactly 11,111 words
and exactly 1000 paragraphs long.
Mike: Why would you bother to count them?
Tom: Well, it's better than actually reading it.
Mike: You got me there. Think Crow's going to come out any time soon?
Mike: Never mind. Whaddaya think, sir?
Dr.F.: So the gold one kicked the bucket after all, eh? No longer perusing
his longevity, I take it? I knew it! The tarot cards set him up, and THE
EYE OF ARGON pushed him over the edge! Scored all over you, Nelson! Score!
Perkins [reading]: "...which dominates large portions of the Norgoli-- the
Norgol-- the Nor-- the--" BWAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!
Dr.F.: That's, what, six words? And now it's my turn again. Today's just
my day! Now, if you would... push the button, Jack.
Perkins: But... but... the Norgoli-- the Norgo-- the-- BWAH-HAH-HAH-HAH--
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>Gaping from its single obling socket was scintillating,
>many fauceted scarlet emerald, a brilliant gem seeming to possess a life
>all of its own. A priceless gleaming stone, capable of domineering the
>wealth of conquering empires...the eye of Argon.