Posted by PK on February 06, 2002 at 18:56:10:
He was about to get an attack of the munchies.
"The bad news," Buffy said, "Is that we - that is, the Anastasia - is - are? Um. In three or
more places at once. This may constitute a bad landing."
"Places or times?" the Prof inquired mildly. "How many?"
Buffy shrugged. "No way to tell. The locator is calibrated in a language that enumerates 'One,
Two, Many'. That's what you get for incorporating pre-Sumerian concepts in Quantum
physics. Just don't open the door. You might not be able to get back in the same way."
"Been there, done that, got the hauberk," Sam said. "Let me out. Places to go, monsters to
slay." She finished polishing her father's sword and sheathed it.
Three sheets in the wind, Albert reached the bit about the pointed stick and experienced a
moment of anxiety. Flash forward. Seriously pointed sticks. Humans had a thing about them.
Cold steel. Excalibur. He trembled. Need more marmalade he thought.
Alysande was halfway down his throat before he remembered.
(How did I get here?) Alysande wondered. The Space Toad thing had slipped his tongue up
her dress -she had no panties on - and somehow one thing had led to another. Try to
remember...
Later, Albert was unable to decide what had really happened after the timequakes. Was it the
arrival of the timeship or just a marmalade flashback? He'd picked up the cue when he
recounted the story of Mariko and the Squid.
How?
Oh, yes.
Halfway through eating Alysand he had realised that he couldn't get down the cellar steps to
get the rest of it. No more marmalade. Doom.
The Space Toad thing had slipped his tongue up her dress -she had no panties on - and
somehow one thing had led to another. Alysand slipped her dress over her head. She knew
she was crazy but there was nothing she could do about it. "How do you eat people?" she
asked. "Like this?" She opened her legs and preened. The tongue penetrated her and she
moaned in ecstasy or despair.
Albert realised that he couldn't get down the cellar steps to get the rest of it. No more
marmalade. But....he/she got a grip on itself.
"Er," Albert said "Would you mind getting out and..." it was embarrassing. He didn't want to
offend her. "Bringing me the....um.."
Alysand grunted in relief or disappointment. She levered herself out of Albert's mouth. How
had she got in there? Naked and slippery with Space Toad saliva she went about her errand.
It was her duty as a conscientious shopkeeper.