Sunday, 23 January 2011

Academischmischen Report No. 43: The Vikkkings

It is a dark and stormy day, the storm blows her around the corner to the entrance of the University of New Hebrides. She slides along the wall in the darkness without being noticed, and sits on the edge of a decrepit chair made of beautiful gray driftwood. A peculiar appearance - a combination of a Bavarian sausage maker and a bad doctored amateur actor is standing infront of a just as peculiar audience and he says whit a lisping voice "Ich bin Dr. dr. dr. Donald Von Rossen und ich wil sprechen abouttt tche Weiking Cultur und tche importenz of tche great heubling Mogenz und sein frau Sanne die hübche inthe invaaasion unt pillagering of the Scottish east cost.. " He turns away from the audience and try to get the toupe straight on the head, when he hear a sonorous voice " You are an imposter Dr. dr. dr. Donald Von Rossen aka Dr. Delerius aka Dr. Dx aka ....fuck we dont have time for this". The bavarian saugage-actor lifts a shaking finger and point at the owner of the sonorus voice and shout "And you are Billy Bob Karpeth from Mather University in Alabama ....a black porn manuscript writher disguised
as a Argentinian fisherman...aharrrr!". He pulls a gun out from his toupé and shuts madly around in the room and back out of a hidden dor. She follows the trail of disguise rekvisits, toupe, hair, moustache, woodenleg, sausages and an annoying carpet pisser called Chanel. She finds him resting on a rock by the shore gasphing after air. She grabs him from behind around the neck. He screams and try to get her hands of. "I recognize the smell of cat- horseshit and wipped cream -Diabolic Dianna- the most feared assassin in the underworld....ohhh no...I´m a dead man". The wawes breaks on the rocky cost and drown his hysterical screams.

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