The Quest for the Kai
Sex & Spandex II
A Comic Parody of Cosmic Proportions
Script AM Sardar
Illustrations Werner Mueck
Copyright © 2012 by AM Sardar
This book contains some swearing.
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Table of Contents
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"The Quest for the Kai : Sex & Spandex 2 - A Comic Parody of
Cosmic Proportions" is a parody work.
Galactus®, The Silver Surfer®, Bishop®, Baron Zemo®, Cannonball®, Jubilee®, Kitty Pryde®, Karma®, Sunspot®, Magma®, Boom Boom® and
Rachel Summers® are registered trademarks of Marvel Entertainment Ltd. This work is not sponsored,
endorsed by or affiliated with Marvel Entertainment Company Ltd., Marvel Ltd.
or any of its subsidiaries or affiliated companies and/or third-party
Characters mentioned in the text but not appearing are the property of Marvel
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Cast of Characters
: Eternal as the Universe, Cosmic entity cursed with an insatiable hunger only satisfied by the energy of planets. Destroyer of countless
: His hard-working, long-suffering spouse, cursed with a trivial and shrieking tongue. Destroyer of countless conversations.
The Silver Surfer:
Cosmically-empowered Alien who is Herald of Lord Galactus & a somewhat mournful soul. More...
: Asthma-suffering wife of the super villain Darkseid, good friend to Mrs Galactus and no one else. Moaner and whinger of Cosmic proportions.
Rude, short-tempered aggressive black man from the future, trying to get along in the modern world. More...
Repeatedly failing would-be ex-Nazi world-ruler, wears a full-face mask, insanely self-satisfied and opinionated with a reliable tendency to let
you down. More...
Pedantica: A Cave dwelling fortune teller, possibly a refugee from the British Royal Family, who could be slightly more helpful in her utterances.
Tessticulatus: A literally minded alien who’s world-view is radically altered when he meets our off-world travellers.
Grotus Squaley: An inveterate speaker and know-all, receptacle for all the dark secrets of the galaxy but stricken with a severe case of verbal diarrhoea.
Penilo & Skrotus Skratchyns : Members of the Maji tribe
Southern naive soft-spoken tall skinny youth with the ability to fly at jet speeds whilst encased in an invulnerable force field. More...
Young, trusting and immature materialistic girl with power to generate plasma blasts. More...
Very young and popular girl who always tries to do the best she can, possesses phasing ability which allows her to become intangible. More...
Xi'an Coy Mahn/ Karma:
Vietnamese French-speaking athletic girl with the ability to control minds and other weird stuff. More...
Roberto DaCosta/ Sunspot:
Soft-spoken, curly-haired, effeminate boy, has the ability to absorb and channel solar power. More....
Amara Aquilla/ Magma:
Slight weak fey girl with the ability to generate and control lava. More...
Tabitha Smith/ Boom Boom:
Young blonde teenage girl with ability to throw exploding force bombs. More...
Daughter of Scott Summers and Jean Grey from the future possessing telepathic and telekinetic powers. More...
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This book is the
second volume of collection of writings originally created for various, now
defunct, web forums. I have collated and edited these writings into two volumes
of work; if you haven’t, I would recommend you read the first volume to see how we
got here. In addition my talented colleague Werner Mueck has
illustrated it with appropriate artwork.
This is an affectionate tribute, presented as a parody, to comic characters I have enjoyed reading.
Superheroes take themselves far too seriously and this is just our little attempt to puncture their over-inflated egos.
A massive thank you to the great creators, writers and artists, and publishing companies, responsible for these characters.
Also my thanks to Mark Crompton for his encouragement and enjoyment.
I hope you enjoy this in the spirit it was created in.
Dedicated to Faisal Rauf.
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Lord Galactus is troubled.
An idle thought summons the ever-wistful, and occasionally truculent, Silver Surfer.
Lord Galactus: The heavens are in turmoil! Strange energies flit here and there, just on the edge of my sensors. It is a perplexing and confounding problem. It bodes ill.
He pauses, collecting his vast gigantic ancient thoughts.
Lord Galactus: Find out what's going on, there's a good chap.
Unfortunately the Surfer’s task is somewhat hampered by the loss of his Cosmic surfboard and a less than suitable substitute, a Cosmically-empowered household appliance.
Something that has been noticed by his companions, the Cosmic Nagging Housewives, Mrs’ Galactus and Darkseid.
Mrs D: Why's he got your Ironing Board dear?
Mrs G: Temporary replacement. Lost his own board. LOST YOUR BOARD DIDN'T YOU?? Fell off it when he was drunk, now he can't find it.
Silver Surfer: I WAS NOT DRUNK. I WAS INTOXICATED BY THE BEAUTY OF THE HORSE CRAB NEBULA.
Mrs G: Yes, like I said drunk! Drunk as a Wolverine!
Mrs D: Oh, he's not a great conversationalist, is he?
Mrs G: No, he's more of the monologue type. Many a times I've come down the corridor and found him soliloquizing.
Mrs D: I thought you said dear, he couldn't get his underpants off!
No, you Skrull-Shagging Cosmic Tart!
Talking out aloud in a rhetorical manner.
Mrs D: Ohh, I see. And why does he do that?
Mrs G: He's a bitter and tortured soul. YOU'RE BITTER AND TORTURED AREN'T YOU? YES, YOU ARE. YOU KNOW, YOU ARE!
Mrs D: He should come round our place my old man'll show him some real torture, body and soul!!
Mrs G: Mind you, I think he, (looks around & whispers) strokes the asteroid's tail.
Mrs D: Whatever do you mean Mrs G?
Mrs G: You know, (more pointless whispering) bend's the space continuum, works for the solar eruption, (looks around shiftily) fondles the comet's head.
Mrs D: eh?
Mrs G: ...PLAYS WITH HIMSELF!!
Mrs D: Oh, that. I know what you mean. They're all at it, these Cosmic Travellers. It's the loneliness of space.
Mrs G: Many a times I've found him, sleeping face-down on his board rhythmically moving his hips. I swear he's drilled a sodding hole in it.
That's why he's got rid of it, too embarrassed to walk around with it, a huge surfboard with a sodding hole in it.
Fell of it, indeed, hah!
I DO NOT HAVE CARNAL DESIRES FOR MY SURFBOARD!!
Thus begins the Great Search.
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Chapter 1 The Prophesy of Pedantica
In a dark cave on a miserable wretch of a planet, The Silver
Surfer consults Pedantica, the all-seeing Oracle.
Silver Surfer: Oh wise Oracle, you who can see What Will Be..
Pedantica: (Old crackly voice) And What May Not Be..
Silver Surfer: And What May Not Be..who...
Pedantica: Depending on the Intricate Play of Infinite
Silver Surfer: ehm, Depending on the Intricate Play of Infinite
Pedantica: But Not Probabilities!
Silver Surfer: What? Oh, Qwarking Tatties! Can we get on?
Pedantica: (She suddenly switches to a perfect upper-class
English accent, very much like The Queen of England) Yes, may One assist
you with your enquiries?
Silver Surfer: I have a question!
Pedantica: One was only outlining the difficulties in foretelling
the future. It's not like watching the Cathode Ray Tube you know...
Silver Surfer: The question!
Pedantica: Yes, One understands! There’s no need to be impolite.
Let One get back into character.
She resumes in a crackly voice again, all trace of her upper class accent gone. She coughs horribly,
like a lung cancer patient asking for a cigarette. Finally she speaks.
Silver Surfer: I have a question..
Pedantica: You have a (Cough! Cough!) question!
Silver Surfer: My Lord Galactus is troubled.
Pedantica: Your Lord Galactus is (Cough!) troubled.
Silver Surfer: He sees the Heavens in turmoil.
Pedantica: He sees the (Cough! Cough!) Heavens in turmoil.
Silver Surfer: Stop it! Stop repeating what I say. It's very
Pedantica: (Returning to her upper class accent) One was
only clarifying what you said.
Silver Surfer: There's nothing to clarify. Can I
ask my question?
Pedantica: Alright, get on with it then.
Silver Surfer: All this stuff? What's causing it?
Pedantica: (Crackly old voice) Yes, that is a question. A
question that is. Is that a question? (Pause) Yes, a question is
Silver Surfer: (With supreme anger management control) Can
we please get on!
Pedantica: A is that question, is that question a? A that question
is, is a that question?
Silver Surfer: You've done all the variations on four fracking
words; NOW CAN WE PLEEEEASE GET ON!!!
Pedantica: One more, question that is a! (Surfer slaps her on
the head) Oww!
Silver Surfer: (Low growling). Get on with it!
Pedantica: (Old crackly voice again) Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you
have tried to peer beyond the veil of possibilities...
Silver Surfer: You don't say!
Pedantica: but not probabilities...
Silver Surfer: I'm warning you. You're really trying my patience.
Pedantica: There is confusion in the four winds. The Destroyer is
Silver Surfer: The Destroyer? And who is that?
Pedantica: He is the Nameless One!
Silver Surfer: Nameless eh? And what does he look like?
Pedantica: He is also the Faceless One!
Silver Surfer: Faceless eh? And how does he appear?
Pedantica: He Can Not Be Seen.
Nameless, Faceless and Invisible! What the Great Qwarking
are you on about? Stop orbiting around and get on with it!
Pedantica: (Shamefaced, she reverts to her upper class accent)
Oh, you're every rude! As One was articulating the Destroyer is seeking the...oops!
(Old crackly voice again) the mists are parting...The Destroyer is
Silver Surfer: You said that already!
Pedantica: He's seeking the....
Silver Surfer: Yes!
Pedantica: ...the YaaaeWaiaEiooeKaaeYaYaYaNoiWayWay.....(Silence)
Silver Surfer: what?
Pedantica: He's seeking the YaaaeWaia.....
Silver Surfer: I know what you said Great Smouldering Chuds! What
does it mean??
Pedantica: (Back to her posh accent) It’s very difficult to
translate really! You know, not everything can be translated into English. Did
you know the Skrulls have over 200 words for shape? And the Kree have no word
for that time just before you eat your dinner but after you've washed your hands.
Silver Surfer: I'm warning you, you're this close to feeling a
Cosmic blast up one of your orifices! (Pause) What does the
Pedantica: Well that means 'One liberally satisfy’s Cosmic poultry'.
Silver Surfer: What?
Pedantica: You left out a 'Ya'. (Scream as a cosmic blast hits
the old woman's crusty ring).
Silver Surfer: I warned you!
Pedantica: My finger! You burnt my finger!
Silver Surfer: I warned you!
Pedantica: (Crackly old voice) The YaaaeWaiaEiooeKaaeYaYaNoiWayWay
Silver Surfer: Stop the dramatic pauses and get on with it.
Pedantica: It translates as the 'kai'.
Silver Surfer: (Pause) What? (Disbelieving silence)
All that 'YaaaWaiWaiWooWooPooPooPaaPaa' translates into 'Kai'?
Pedantica: (Back to the posh accent) One didn't say that!
You're misquoting One!
Silver Surfer: Oh, What the Fracking Tatties did I do to deserve
this? (Pause with great cosmic self-restraint) What is the Kai?
Pedantica: It's this thing.
Silver Surfer: Thing?
Pedantica: Yes, this thing!
Silver Surfer: So, let me get this right, The Destroyer..just a
minute, is that his real name?
Pedantica: Uhm.....well....strictly speaking.....ehm....no. (Pause)
One may have made that up!
Silver Surfer: So, someone...
Pedantica: or something...
Silver Surfer: or something is looking...
Silver Surfer: seeking the...
Pedantica: Or searching. (Angry glare from the Surfer) Eh,
looking is good!
Silver Surfer: Someone or something is looking for the thing.
Pedantica: Yes. That's it precisely! Absolutely spot on! Well done
young man! Would you like a Knighthood? Sir Silver Surfer has a certain panache to it.
Silver Surfer: (Getting up and dismissing her suggestion) Thank you. You've been most
helpful. I'll be sure to (hint of a threat) mention it to my Lord
A worried look comes over the old crone.
Outside, waiting for him, are Mrs Galactus & Mrs Darkseid with their
Cosmic Star-Crossing Shopping Trolleys.
Mrs G: Ohh, look he's back! What kept you so long in that dingy
Mrs D: Oh, it's ever so dingy! She should brighten it up!
Mrs G: Yes, brighten it up, some magnolia paint on those walls
would be very nice.
Mrs D: Yes, very nice. (Pause) She's not from around here,
No, she's from a very strange place.....England!
Silver Surfer: (Climbing on his
Cosmic Ironing Board). She must be the most annoying woman in the entire
Universe! Come ladies, we must leave.
Mrs G: Just a moment dear, I've got my trolley handle caught in my
Mrs D: I told you to ride side-saddle, riding like that you're
bound to suffer aggravation of your unmentionables!
Mrs G: Ohh, I should be so lucky! My unmentionables haven't been
aggravated for a long time!
Mrs D: Ohhhh, I know what you mean. Mine's like an old canal on Mars! Not a
drop of moisture for Eons!
Mrs G: I'll be glad when the 'change' happens! I'm sick to death of
these period pains. They last so long!
Mrs D: I know, I know, can you believe it? A menstruation cycle
that lasts a Millennia! What a sodding pain in the arse!
Mrs G: Oh, I now. A thousand years of feeling bloated and
Mrs D: No dear, that's just because you're a fat miserable Cosmic
Mrs G: Ohhh, you've reminded me Surfy, can we stop someplace on
the way? I need to get some sanitary towels!
Mrs D: Which one's do you use dear? External or internal?
Mrs G: It's the external's for me dear! I need the industrial
strength ones. I have periods like the parting of the Red Sea!
Mrs D: Hmm, I know what you mean! I preferred the internal ones but
the old man wouldn't wear it!
Mrs G: He'd look funny with a tampon on his head!
Mrs D: No dear, said I took too long putting them in. Claimed I was
enjoying myself too much! Me and enjoyment? That'd be a fine thing!
Mrs G: Ooh, I know what you mean! They're funny like that about
women's bits. Anytime it get's leaky or messy down there, they don't want to
Mrs D: No, no they don't. Mine's straight off to plan some mad
final scheme, locking himself away.
Mrs G: In denial! Complete sodding denial! Mine's the same. When I've
got the 'painters in' he banishes me to the guest room!
Mrs D: Men! Complete waste of bleeding time! Don't know what we go
Mrs G: I know what you mean! Mine makes such a fuss of eating,
imagine if he had periods! You'd never hear the end of it!!
Mrs D: Nope, never! He'd have some mad herald running around
proclaiming The Coming of the Great Period, trying to find suitable Cosmic
Mrs G: Yes, you bet they'd have to be special ones. Only found in
some remote corner of the sodding universe, made from finest Agarian Silk Worms
threads and harvested by left-handed one-eyed Kree Monks!
Mrs D: While we make do with old socks!
Silver Surfer: oh, Cosmic Crusties! And I thought the Oracle was
They fly off into the stars.
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Chapter 2 Phys Ed. @Mutie High
At X-Mansions the Fighting Skills Intermediate Course is under way.
Bishop: Alright, back to business. Classes are back-up. We're
doing (Consulting clipboard) unit EH-71, Basic Hostage-Taking and Negotiating
skills. Now, to help us out today and to make it more realistic, we're lucky to
have the services of a genuine Super Villain. This guy’s duked it
out it with some of the A list super-heroes, so let's have a round of applause
for........Baron Zemo. Baron Zemo!
Polite but, distinctly luke-warm clapping.
Baron Zemo: Danke danke. Guten morgen damen und herren!
Bishop: Hey, mac, easy on the Deutsche-sprechen, these kids
have enough trouble with English!
Baron Zemo: Ja OK, sure buddy, vat ever you say. Kool!
Bishop: OKaaaay - gonna start with a Q&A for the
Baron. Anyone? OK, go ahead.
Boom Boom: Why do you always fight the same super-hero? Doesn't it get boring?
Baron Zemo: It's become a bit personal, you know like a clash
of ze teetuns!
Guthrie - Cannonball: A clash of tits?
Baron Zemo: Teetuns, from Greek mythology. (Turning to
Bishop) Don't you educate these kids. I thought this vas a skool!
Kitty Pryde: Why do you wear that mask? Are you deformed like
Baron Zemo: Nein, nicht. I am not
deformed! I vear die mask fur anonymity. Some people
consider me rrrrremarkably handsome.
Magma: Why do you call yourself a Baron? Germany's
a democracy now! There's no aristocracy!
Baron Zemo: I have every right to be a Baron, not my fault
the German monarchy fell! I'm still the same perrrrrson.
Magma: Sort of like Anastasia!
Baron Zemo: I'm nothing like ficken Anastasia,
that's a stupid ficken karrrrtoon.
Bishop: Waitaminute! Is ficken German for fucking?
Baron Zemo: Ja, you bet your ficken ass!
Bishop: Alright enough of the swearing, we got kids here!
Karma: I have a question. What would you do if you took over the
Baron Zemo: Vat wouldn't I do? (He brushes his lips under
the mask & nods his head)
Bishop: So you wanna rule the world, eh? What, all of it?
Baron Zemo: Ja, all of it.
Bishop: What, including Afghanistan? With all them Mad Mullahs?
Baron Zemo: Ja, even Afghanistan.
Bishop: What, even Falluja in Baghdad? With all
those suicide bombers?
Baron Zemo: Ja, even dat place.
Bishop: What, even Bosnia & Herzogovina?
Baron Zemo: (Bewildered) Vhere der hell's dat?
Bishop: You want to rule the world and you don't even know all the
Baron Zemo: Who can keep up with
all diese pissy little States? It's not a rrrreasonable
expectation. I'm a buzzy man.
Bishop: OK, so what's your timetable for this?
Baron Zemo: Vas? Vat do you mean?
Bishop: Well, when's it going to happen? Next five years? Ten
years? Fifteen years? How long you going to give it?
Baron Zemo: Vat's vith diese Stalinist Year plans?
It takes as long as it takes baby. Ja?
Bishop: Yes, but you've been at it for sixty years and you haven't
achieved anything! Isn't it time to reconsider your occupational choices? And I
ain’t yer baby!
Nien Nein! Der Velt Oder Nutink!
Bishop: OK, thanks for that. So, there you have it. A typical
Super villain, a complete loser!
Baron Zemo: Hey!
Bishop: Now you know why the good guys like kicking their ass! OK,
we're going to do a simulation, work up your negotiating skills.
Meanwhile in the grounds of the X-mansion.
Silver Surfer: Ladies, would you mind waiting here while I go and
see someone. (Indicating a large garden bench)
Mrs D: Have you got a travel rug? This chill is getting to my
Silver Surfer: No, I don't have a rug, I try to travel light.
Mrs D: It's this solar star it's not very warm!
Mrs G: Do you want another one?
Mrs D: Oh, would you? That'd be an awful help. Could you
make it a blue flame one, they're ever so pretty at dusk!
Silver Surfer: NO! NO! You mustn't! All this is a delicate eco-system, it
couldn't cope with an extra sun. Just wait here and I'll be back shortly.
Mrs G: OK dear, I'll just get on with my knitting.
Mrs D: Oh what are you making dear?
Mrs G: It's a woollen dust cover for my old man's helmet, it's a
pain keeping that thing clean. And he wants it nice and shiny all the time!
Meanwhile back in the classroom.
Bishop: Can I have two volunteers? A boy and a girl, how about Guthrie and Sunspot?
Bishop: Quit moanin’ and git down here! (They
come down) OK - scenario is that our Super villain, the Baron here, has
taken a hostage, you be the hostage Sunspot, and Guthrie here is going to
defuse the situation! Everyone in position? OK, go for it!
Guthrie: Hey dude, how's it hanging?
Baron Zemo: (Confused) Vat der hell's he talking about?
Sunspot: Hey, not so tight!
Baron Zemo: Quiet or I will shoot you, schweinhund!
Bishop: Come on Guthrie! Get on with it!
Guthrie: Uhm, so, what's your name?
Bishop: You gonna ask him for a freaking date or what?
Come on man get to it!
Guthrie: OK - uhm, look I know things ain't worked
out the way you wanted them to, but listen (Approaching the Baron)
this isn't the way to go. Look, let her go..
Guthrie: ...and take me instead. I don't care what happens...(He
is now within arms length of the Baron)..to me.
Baron Zemo: Vell, I don't know, she schmells gut und...
Guthrie: DIE NAZI MUTHERFRACKER!!! (Kicks the Baron in the balls)
Baron Zemo: Ach du liebergott - my balls!! (Falls
to the floor clutching his groin) My balls my balls! - he kicked
me in sie ficken balls. Ach, mutter-ficken Yankee.
Bishop: What do you expect if you threaten his girlfriend!
Baron Zemo: Ach my balls!
Bishop: Quit yer bichtin, yer getting paid by
the hour. Alright who's a telepath here? (Rachel Summers
puts her hand up) Knock out his pain sensors will ya, so we can
In the garden the Silver Surfer sees Jubilee.
Silver Surfer: Hello, I am looking for the man called Bishop, do
you know where he is?
Jubilee: He's taking a Phys Ed class now, who are they?
Silver Surfer: They are very powerful sentient beings from another
galaxy. You must not, on any account, annoy them. Their power is limitless.
Jubilee: Oh wow!
Silver Surfer: And most importantly, you must not, absolutely must
not, engage them in conversation!
Jubilee: Why? Do they have powers like Black Bolt? Can they
destroy everything with just the sound of their voice?
Silver Surfer: No, (Dropping his head) they are very,
very.....boring! Please stay here and stand guard. I will be back shortly.
Jubilee: What am I guarding them from?
Silver Surfer: Themselves!
Mrs D: Hello dear, coooeey! Oooooooo, she's a pretty
Mrs G: Who're you waving to dear?
Mrs D: One of those walking insects.
Mrs G: Oh, do you want me to swat it?
Mrs D: No dear, let it be, it's ever so pretty!
Back in the classroom, the lesson continues.
Bishop: You wanna have a go girl; see what
you you can do?
Karma: OK, sure Mr Bishop! Uhm, (coughs) ehm...let's
see... defuse the situation.
In your time, but like in this freaking millennium!
Karma: OK, here we go. (Coughs and concentrates and then suddenly
lunges at the Baron) PUT THE HOSTAGE DOWN MOTHER-FRACKER OR I'LL EAT YOUR FRACKING
HEART! DO IT NOW, SHIT-FACE!!
Baron Zemo: Ja, Ja, OK kool it! It's done it's
done! Jesus Ficken Christ, vat kind of psychos are you educating??
Bishop: Alright! Outstanding! (Writing on his clipboard, looks
up and sees the Silver Surfer standing by the door) Hang on a minute - I'll
be right back. (Walking over) What's up Surfy? What's with the
Silver Surfer: Uhm, eh, it is best we do not dwell on this. I must speak
with you about an urgent ma....(His voice trails away as he sees
Baron Zemo standing behind Bishop) Who is the little fat man?
Bishop: Oh him, he's helping us out in our hostage class.
Baron Zemo: Guten morgen mein herr? How are
you? I am ze Baron Zemoooooooaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh my balls! (Clutching
his balls he falls to the ground again) Schizenkopf! Vat's happening? Der are sehr
ficken painful again! Aaaahhhhhh!
Rachel: Sorry, I got distracted!!
Silver Surfer: Hmm, Interesting. Lord Galactus has seen the heavens
in turmoil and the natural forces of the universe are out of alignment. The
Oracle says someone is looking for the Kai. Do you know of such an object?
Bishop: The Kai eh? Never heard of that, but there is the
Kay. Could that be it?
Silver Surfer: It may well be, the word Kai is not strictly
accurate, (Pause) there was a problem (pause) in the
translation. Can you come with me now? There are 'others' with me, they
can not be left unattended.
Bishop: Sure, why not? I've taught these kids all I know about
kicking people in the gonads!
Baron Zemo: I vill come as well. I shall enjoy an
Bishop: Oh, no you don't. You just stay here and get your balls
Silver Surfer: He may be of use, what powers does he have?
Bishop: He has no powers, just the ability to annoy the
hell outta me! (Bishop winks at Rachel).
Baron Zemo: I am a master straaaaahhhh, (Falls to the
floor again, clutching his crotch), you schweinhund, you aahhh are ficken doing
this...aaaghhh on purpose. I vill not be....aaghhh ficken denied!
I am a strategic tactician! Aghhh!
Silver Surfer: What is the matter with him? Why does he keep doing
that?? And is he right?
Bishop: Come on, get real, he's a Super Villain; he ain't interested in helping anyone!
Baron Zemo: Nein, nein. Aghhh! I am aghhh, trrrrrryyyyyyying aaagh, to
reform. Aghhh! Schizenkopf dis ist aaaaaaghhh, sehr ficken painful. Aghhh!
Silver Surfer: Would it be possible to continue this conversation without him screaming?
Baron Zemo: Ja, Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Nicht,
screaming! Shtooooop it!
Bishop: Alright, alright (Waves at Rachel).
Silver Surfer: I repeat, is he right?
Bishop: Well, (reluctantly) he has a certain rat-like
Baron Zemo: (Getting up & brushing himself down) Danke schon!
Back in the garden.
Mrs G: Oh look dear, our slave's back with more walking insects!
Mrs D: Hmm, I'm not too keen on the little fat one.
Bishop: What's with the shopping trolleys?
Baron Zemo: Who are diese krrrazy ficken broads?
Silver Surfer: I shall explain later, we must leave. Come ladies,
time to go; our quest continues.
The Surfer's Cosmic Ironing board is somewhat crowded as it flies through
the heavens - it has the Surfer standing centre, Bishop sitting on the
front, Baron Zemo sitting on the back and a large trunk, with a
large Baronial crest, slung underneath.
Bishop: Like I was saying, the Kay was last heard of somewhere in
the 3rd Quadrant, near Celestial Prime, that's where we gotta go.
Silver Surfer: If it is Celestial Prime then we need to speak
to Grotus Squaley!
Baron Zemo: Wow, I can't believe zit! I'm actually going
on ze intergalactic adventure. (Pause) Herr
Surfer, vhy are you using an Irrrroning Board?
Bishop: Stop bothering the Surfer willya, freaking Nazi!
Baron Zemo: Stop dat! I am not a Nazi! Dis is a
total lie! An outrageous slur! I am an officer of ze Vehrmacht!
Bishop: Yeah, yeah! Shut the frack up or I'll kick
you offa the board, turn you into a freaking Kraut Comet!
They fly off into the stars.
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