“Well, let’s take it to King Kong, I bet he’ll know what to do.”
And once again, I was going to have to explain what had happened in the parallel universe that I had come from. And again, it was horrific. We had killed King King after kidnapping him. We had apparently killed all of our treasures.
But not here. Kong was sitting in his enormous easy chair when we got there.
“Welcome, gentle-people, welcome!” Kong’s words came to us through a thought to speech generator, his huge mouth being unable to form the words. “What can I do for you this fine evening?”
“Thank you, kind sir,” said I, taking a seat near the fire. “I’m afraid it is that Prometheus fellow again – Dr. Frankenstein’s, er, um, ‘son’.” Beardsley gave me a funny look and sat down as well, saying nothing.
Kong looked thoughtful, took off his glasses, then farted loudly. This was not a rudeness here, but an acknowledgment that he had heard me and understood. We were all thankful for the excellent ventilation of his domicile.
As a bit of background, perhaps I should explain that Dr. Frankenstein’s “monster,” Prometheus, was not a monster here at all. Dr. Frankenstein had made his creation from stem cells and organ frameworks and other things like a calcium alloy skeleton. All very scientific. But waking up a new being in a full grown adult body had proved problematic. And what with all that super strength, too, it had vexed the best of us. Certainly, the potty training alone… but let’s not go there. Nor will we talk about his puberty. He deserves his dignity.
The current problem was of a romantic nature.
(end part 1)
If you have suggestions for Part 2, they would be most welcome.