End of the 1st Season
Beginning of the 2nd Season
A new beginning... A new hope?
few images, a lot of words, a lot of non-sense...
A long time ago
IN a galaxy far, far away.
It is a period of civil war. Rebel
conspirators, striking from a hidden
base, are trying to destroy
the evil Steineric Empire.
Somewhere in the world, February 5th, 2007...
The black dressed figure came nearer to the other darker figures in the empty hall. They greet him... all but one. The newcomer looked right in the eye to the one who hadn't greet him.
Mr OP:-I don't like you -he says-. I cannot trust you... You don't have a penis.
The answer strikes back.
Mrs A:-Neither do I. You have a penis.
A disgusting silence falls over them. The third figure then suggests:
Mr. C:-Should we focus on our problem, please. And remember, let's not say our names. We must keep our secret hidden from the rest of the world. They won't ever understand that we are saving them from a terrible evil.
Mrs A:-Well, I knew that Judas was crazy, but to call him evil..
Mr. C:-Come one, don't say names! We are not even speaking of Judas, my lady. We are talking about Steiner. Amona, pay attention to... er...
Mr. OP:-Great, you too...
Mr. C:-Geez...
Mrs. A:-Er.... Olaus, don't look me so angered, please. I can't stand angry men. They make me feel... let's change the topic. We must stop good old stalker Stenier.
Again silence rules the room... Finally Lady Amona broke it:
Mrs A:-I wonder if I can trust you after all, Petrus... You're just a male.
Mr OP:-Don't start over again... You're an Etnal Krose, so I cannot be sure if we can rely on you to stop Steiner.
Mrs. A:-Well, he's a man and I can't trust your race. Furthermore, you will be glad to know that I distrust him more than I distrust you.
Mr. C:-So... Master Petrus... why has Steiner a bigger penis than you?
Amona and Olaus Petrus looked in a bewildered way to Canonized, who looked back unable to see where was the problem. Finally, Olaus broke the stunned silence.
Mr OP:-What on heart are you talking about, you fool!?!?!
Mr C:-Well... Amona said that she distrusts you... and she does that because you have a penis... if she distrusts Steiner more than you, I guess that...
Petrus shouts in anger, while Amona laughs openlly with her sweet tender voice. Finally, waving one of her delicate hands, she says:
Mr A:-Oh, shut up, my boy, will you!? I need a fag.
She takes a Malboro out of nowhere...
Once the calm was recovered and Amona filled the room with a gray smoke thiner than the fog of London, they went to the room of the machine. Canonized looks at the machine, puzzled. Then, Judas comes from behind the metal monster and says:
-Hiya! What a lady! If you want to chain yourself to my railings and suffer a jet movement...
Amona comes nearer and her knee suddenly comes into contacts with Judas's tender parts of his manhood. Suddenly shocked, he falls to the ground, muttering:
-Gneeeeeeeee....
Mr. OP:-Oh good... our main technican KO because you cannot take a joke...
Amona smiles and answers back:
-Be grateful that I don't kill human beings... well, now I remember, you're not even a human being, just a man...
Petrus hides behind of Canonized, who hides behind of Judas, who keeps muttering:
-Gneeeeeeeeeee...
After some time trying to make speak the speechless Judas...
-Well, you all folks! -Judas finally manages to utter- Here we have the machine, the finest work of the male British engineering!
Amona: A phone box?
Judas: You're mistaken, my lady. It's a dime piece machine!
Canonized: A timepiece, you mean.
Judas: No, no... a dime piece... it works if you put enough dimes in it.
Amona: But does it work?
Judas: You distrust the machine because it's a product of my male mind, don't you?
Amona: Errrrrrr... no... I distrust it because it's blue. Since when males have a mind, by the way?
Judas: I see... well... actually, I have no idea about if it works...
Amona: Male genius at work, I see...
Murmurandus (coming out of the blue, so to speak): Well, as the main chief of the enginieering group and as the main expert in the probablistic model of reality as we know it theorized by Doctor Mettermrck, and if anything exists at all, it must have a determinant solution, though there exist "stepped" portions of compexity-based unpredictablity, that may appear random, but when the details are examined closer, there will always be a wonderfully intricate logical explanation, so, the machine can and could work only if the infinite and infinitesima are capable of producing essentially, though not truly, random outputs.
Amona: You don't have any clue what you're talking about...
Murmurandus: Not the slightest one, my lady... oh my gosh... Wait wait wait!!! what a wonderful lady you are!!!! What a body! And what a pair of big breasts you have!!!! I suddenly...
Again, Amona's delicate knee came into not a quite delicate contact with the very delicate intimate parts of Murmurandus's body, who, as the reader may imagine, was unable to speak for a while.
Olaus: Amona, if you're going to hit everybody who makes a mistake...
Amona: I have two knees and I have just used one, Petrus.
Olaus: Well I have two bal... er... I see... Let's wait and see if the machine works...
After a while...
Murmurandus (murmuring in a whisper): My balls, my balls, my kingdom for my balls...
Canonized: So... the machine... works?
Judas: Dunno... could you spare a dime, mate?
Canonized puts the dime into the machine, which suddenly comes into life. Surprised, Canonized gets scared and farts, due to the unexpected event. Amona, whose delicate and little nose can't stand bad smells, swoons.
As she falls to the ground, a blue light strikes through the air where Amonas had been previoulsy standing on her galmourous feet -she has two, just in case the reader haven't guessed it-. The light strikes, then, to poor Judas, who suffers a sudden "furrisment" of his body, that is, he becomes a "furry" Judas.
Judas (sighining): Well... it's a bit too hot here... - he looks to the snowed mountains and feels the need of eating something cold-. I feel like an ice...
Amona (perplexed): You don't look like one...
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The storm broke the empirum while the disformity rule the space and threatened the whole universe to broke the pale reality. The cry that all the starts released crossed the known ways of the material experience and reached the last corner of the very existence.
Steiner felt it in his bones. He raised his head and looked through the windown into the dark night. Peti, his loyal but coward dog, hidden under the bed, was nothing but two bright eyes who looked scared. That night Peti didn't feel quite heroic.
Then Steiner turned to the bed and took a tender look of the fragile and diminute female figure who slept there. He sat down and caressed with his pale fingers the small toes of the delicate foot that had escaped from the clothes of the bed that covered the naked and sweet body. With a melancholic smile on his face, he allowed his fingers to go over the lilttle feet before covering it with the clothes.
Then, it was time to face the truth, and they went out of the room. Peti gathered all his mighty courage and went after him, thinking "he may be a fool, but he's my fool".
They go down the corridor, down the dark stairs and, when the enter into the big hall, the brilliant light of the day hurts their eyes. Where is the night?
Now they are back in Barcelona, on a cold day called January 1st, 1187 AD. A new and perplexed king looks at them...