Captain C-Los and I toweled off and made our way back into the house. "Hey, I just saw you two flying across the yard! It was awesome, man!" Jeff exclaimed. I made a personal reminder to cut back on Jeff's supply.
Suddenly, when things couldn't have gotten worse, they did. Cue the soundtrack to "Shaft". A white pimp strolled into the room, wearing a felt fedora, a coat so obscene a Klingon wouldn't touch it, and 12" platform shoes.
Captain Hondo had arrived.
I called Dr. Azteca aside and asked for a couple of tranquilizers. Not for Hexx, but for me and C-Los, because once Hondo and Hexx started yapping back and forth, things would last forever. Once Dr. Azteca had given me and Captain C-Los our meds, we made our way into Hexx's room. The eyes burned brightly in the child's face. I felt a cold chill across my body as it stared at me. "Where's my Molsons'?!" it demanded. "Give me Moosehead, NOW!" The room shook at that last statement.
Captain C-Los stepped forward, and said, "Hexx, under the authority of Starfleet, and the United Federation of Planets, I hereby place you under arrest, and consign you to the nearest alternative dimension or under our religious custody, whichever is more convenient to you."
Hexx's eyes, which were a simmering crimson, turned bright red as he growled loud enough to wake the next neighborhood. "Who is this thing that threatens me with an arrest warrent?!"
I slapped Captain C-Los on the back, "Way to go Carlos!!"
Just as I began holding my breath for the next airborne trip to the swimming pool, the door opened. Isaac Hayes could clearly be heard on the CD Player as the whitest pimp of all time strutted into the room. Captain Hondo strutted in. "What's up my pahdnahs?"
Topic: The Exorcist, Almost The Conclusion (Read 869 times)