Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Fifteen: Doom of a Discomfiter part eight

Having escaped the clutches of the Discomfiter, the Green Man and Ms. Madison checked into a different five-star hotel (different rooms, of course), to plot their next move. The news came in that a new shipment was coming in, announced through the Discomfiter site. Bringing in new allies, aware of the evils of the Discomfiter, they prepared for a bit of piracy on the high seas.

Hoisting the flag of Edward Teach, a powerful boat went out to meet the shipment, manned by volunteers, as well as the Green Man's agents of vengeance. The boat was stopped five miles off the Florida coast and sunk with all hands, causing the temperature of the Discomfiter and his foul allies to rise. His agent in Miami, code-name 'Antitheist' was taken prisoner and tortured with a blunt corkscrew, three quarts of butter and a Dachshund. He told all, before he was allowed to escape and tell the quaking Discomfiter of his fast-approaching fate.

Raoul realised that his time was running out...

4 comments:

Zack said...

Butter is always so effective against drug lords. It ruins their million dollar clothing.

The Green Man said...

He wept like a child! Then he screamed like a girl when I slew him.

Anonymous said...

All you need is an organ playing whilst the tales of The Green Man are narrated. That would give it a true aire of mystery and foreboding doom.

I for one am crowded up against my receiver in the living room hearing the tales of the Green Man, all with baited breath.

This is so much nicer than that nasty Welles fooling me with a Martian invasion!

L. Madison said...

We are working on the organ. Please be patient. Trouble is, the local church might notice if we pinched it.