Saturday, November 22, 2008
"You know, it's the funniest thing-- after Paul puked up his Tingleberry Smoothie all over my chest and face, he like really started to open up. About his cousin's suicide. His fears of testicular cancer. His crippling childhood abuse... Anyway, long-story-short: that's why I like to say, Tingleberry's why we got married! Ah-hahahahaha!!"
"Well, I guess this means you're finally starting to get it," he sneered. "I mean, how many times do we have to go over this, Perseus? Look, I know you're new here, but, I have to say, seriously, honestly, no really, I'm sorry, but how hard could it possibly be to procure a Gorgon's head? It's a simple request. Twice a week. And that's really all I ask of you, isn't it?"
We've come this far together, thought Pimba, as she held Colonel Feathersworth one last time. They'd followed the powerlines North until they reached the city. But they both knew Pimba had to go it alone now. He'd only slow her down.
...damn it all, she'd make it to Hollywood for both of them.