Date:         Mon, 17 Feb 1997 07:46:09 -0500
From: Youngblood Brasket <stargazr@IO.COM>
Subject:      Re: INT: Happy Haven:The Misdirected Aliens

>The two aliens then grabbed their asses with both hands. This was
>obviously a ritual they observed in any momentous occasion.  After
>Wolfesse left, both relaxed a little bit. They were just beginning to
>enjoy their hot baths when the door swung open and in walked a dust
>covered pony-tailed Prince and his consort, Snow.
>
>"At last. The Happy Haven," exclaimed the Prince.


Zobar looked at the Prince and her heart started pounding. Her tentacles
went weak and she began to sweat profusely under her many armpits.  A
pony-tailed Prince!  She had oft heard the legend of the pony-tailed
Princes which inhabited this god-forsaken planet, but she'd never seen one
until now.

She forgot about the flea-bitten Tasmanian Wolfess, she forgot about the
unnatural feeling of the bath, about the idiocy of crashing a perfectly
good spaceship into the wilds of Orstralia, about having left her birth
control pills at home, about the secret she had almost divulged ... she
could concentrate on one thing and one thing only:  that gorgeous hunk with
the long silver hair who stood before her.

Cratchett observed the glazed look coming into Zobar's eyes.  "Zobar, snap
out of it!", he cried.

"Huh? ... whut?"

"Snap out of it, dammit!  You've got that look in your eye again, the one
where all your blood rushes to your gazunda and you lose the ability to
reason."

"But sheesh, Cratch," Zobar protested, "you have obviously not noticed the
pony-tailed god which just walked into our little bathroom here."

Cratchett groaned.  "James J. Jones!", he swore. "Are women the same the
galaxy over?", he asked of no one in particular.  "One look at a
long-haired dude and they become absolutely worthless."

"Maybe there's a message in my madness," said Zobar, looking at him
intently, eyeball to eyeball, as only Zobar could do.  She had a way of
focusing all six eyes on you that was quite unnerving.

Now it was Cratchett's turn to say, "Huh?"

"Think about it, dumbass," Zobar said, returning her glassy gaze to the
foxy Prince. "Think about it ..."


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