Everybody Loves Robert
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 88905
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Don’t worry, dear reader, the hotties were fine. Nary a scratch! A bit
shaken, but fine nonetheless. Some of them were even laughing - monkeys
were funny! The slavers, on the other hand, had been mutilated through
and through. The carnage need not be described in full. A sad and
unenviable fate, even for such a lowly lot. They had families, you know.
And mothers, too. Filthy Hespaniard mothers, yes. But mothers
nonetheless. Then there was the matter of Fogeno. For whatever reason (wink, wink), he had lived. He actually came out on top, having seriously maimed several monkeys with his bare hands. They (Fred and Astra) had found him in his luxuriously appointed quarters, giving one of the hotter hotties a right good spanking. She was such a naughty little hotty, and her choice, round rump was all red from the well-deserved administration of old fashioned discipline. Spank that naughty ass! “There you are,” said Astra. “I should have known.”The captain came to his feet abruptly, tossing the hotty aside. “Arrrr,” said he. “King Robert, the Lord of this island, has sent us aboard to find any survivors,” Fred then announced. “Looks like you’re the only one. I commend you on your valor. Those monkeys aren’t to be trifled with.”Astra nodded her agreement. Fred glanced her way warily. “As the princess here can assuredly testify [86628, 71488 ],” he went on. “Some of those bites are starting to look infected, Astra. Ewww. Gross.”Astra took a deep breath. “Shut up, Fred,” she said calmly. Fred wasn’t looking 100% himself, after his beatdown. She then turned to Fogeno. “I have a proposition for you.” The seacaptain leered at her in an unsettling fashion. “Arrr,” said he. Astra gave an approving nod. “I’m willing to let bygones be bygones, if you can take me to the nearest port of call. In case you haven’t caught on by now, I’m princess Astra of Aqualaria. There could be a handsome payment in store for you.”“Whoa, easy now,” wedged in Fred. “King Robert gave no such orders. We are to secure the ship and bring all surviving survivors to shore. He was quite clear on that…” Astra took another deep breath. “Shut up, Fred.”“See now, that’s the thing,” said Fogeno. “My crew - worthless swabs that they were - have been decimated by the scourge of monkeys. The nearest port is Trigon 1, but that’s many leagues to the north, and the weather this time of year is pretty nasty. There’d be no chance of it. Arrr, and whatnot.” Astra supposed he was right. Perhaps she was being a little impulsive. Whatever feelings she had felt for Billingsley were being quickly replaced with revulsion. She needed to get away from this wretched island, but not at the cost of being hopelessly stranded at sea once more. She was exhausted, as well. It had been a long day…That evening, as the orange sun sank below the wide horizon… The ship had been secured by now, and all the hotties had been brought back. The mutilated bodies of the seamen were brought ashore, as well. The bodies were piled on the beach, and a bonfire had been set, on Robert’s insistence. Booze and food, courtesy of the palace staff, were in plenty.It was a regular luau! And what a scene it was! Monkeys and hotties dancing about wildly! The palace staff busily attending to the needs of everyone in the unlikely gathering! There was even a small band playing the tongas and the bongos and the tres and other appropriate instruments! Robert and Fogeno were getting along splendidly now, despite the rocky start. Both men had consumed much more than their fair share of rum (most of it had actually been provided by Fogeno, who insisted his was better). They were dancing around the bonfire with the monkeys (who harbored no ill-will toward the captain, as he in turn harbored no ill-will toward them) and the hotties. Even Fred and Alexis were getting in on the action! Who can blame them?Only Astra remained estranged from the others. She sat, mired in thought, beneath one of the island’s peculiar orange palms, her gaze toward the setting sun. She pondered her next move. There was still so much to worry over. Her great-aunt, for one, in the clutches of the evil Zerm. Well…that was about it. And her great-aunt was a bit of an ungrateful bitch, anyway. Why was she being such a worrywart? She had been this way her whole life! Taking on thankless tasks! She had never asked to be princess! Why wasn’t she partying with the rest of them?
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