| | | FLESH FRICASSEE Part 2 -- click here to read part one -- |
| | When we last left our mostly-heroic protags, Krako was explaining his nefarious scemes to Lokumba when suddenly, mysteriously ... |
 | Aw, dang it! This can't be good!
Gruggh ... Must ... Gruggh ...
Oh, what am I thinking? Why, this weird critter's no big problem.
Gruggh ... uh ...
Against my extensive junglefaring experience, this drool-dripping doofus doesn't stand a chance! Come on, Senior Salivator -- Let's go at it - mano a guano!
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|  Must Kill ... KILL!
On second thought ... Lokumba? Lokumba???
Must KILL YOU! KILL YOU!
LOKUMBA!!!
MUST KILL YOU !!!
Euh ... ah ... me?
Grreuh... You say good point. Me check, make sure ... You Gordon Krako?
Yes. I mean NO!
Must KILL!
Uh oh ... ULP! |  |
| ULFF ... Now, lishhen, pleeshh ... Juthht let me go, pleeth ...
Grreuh... Why me rristen to groo?
Whoth Groo?
Not Groo, GROO!
Could you juthst sthpeak a little more clearlURRRK!
Quiet! Keep mouth closed so me can STRANGLE!
Look, I'm thtill not clear on thith whole Groo ithssue ... do you mean that little CONAN THE BARBARIAN-type ... GLUCCCK! Ouch! Stop digging those spines into my --
GRAA! Now you die! DIE!!! | | | | | |  | Keep it quiet, you heinous, overgrown mutation!
Me not overgrown! Me well within normal mutant size range ... ask doctor, he show you chart --
Just keep those flabby lips shut, skinball!
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| |  Skinball? Now what the heck that supposed to mean? I no --
Just STOP TALKING and LET KRAKO GO!
Grokay, fine ...
Whew!
Groo happy now?
Groo? Who's --
Why you two no understand me??? Me grarticulate perfectly fine ... Me talking about groo! GROO! Graa, this grurns me up ... Must KILL! KILL!
Wait! This thing's got a hair -
| BLAMMO! | - trigger. |  Well, looks like a job well done, as usual! Of course, I can't take all the credit - though I really deserve it - you did a great backup job, Lokumba!
Uh ...
No, no, now, let me finish. I really couldn't have done it without you! I had him down, yes, but you helped to deliver the fatal ...
Listen, Krako ...
I told you to LET ME FINISH! Do you want to get into my memoirs or not? |  Memoirs? You mean those old issues of PENTHOUSE with your name scrawled in whenever they talk about ...
Dang it, Lokumba, shut up and LET ME TALK ABOUT MYSELF! How is anyone ever going to know of my many great deeds and wild, wacky adventures if I don't write it all down?
But the bullet ...
Bullet, shmullet! We shot the thing! It's all over with now! Just be quiet and let me work out how I'm going to write this all down later! Let's see -- "There I was, fighting off the giant mutant creature, its origin totally unknown, when out of the darkness, a gorgeous supermodel -"
Krako!
Hm? Oh, good point... "an ELITE TEAM of gorgeous supermodels ... leapt from the rafters and attacked the thing with all their fury. Little did I know then that ..."
Dang it, Krako! The surprisingly slow-moving bullet!
|  ...It's headed straight for your HEAD!
|  Oh, do keep it down, Lokumba! Now how many are there in an elite team? Is there a specific number? Maybe it's three -- or is it four? Could it be five or six? Seven sounds kinda lucky ... Oh, well, they're MY memoirs, I guess I can do whatever I want. And there's no real hurry -- I'll have a long, long time to write them all down! |
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