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with the primordial mind of the zombie caveman. The limbic prowl had only just started…

“Throw my flesh at them, Trogger, they will not kill me. I promise, you will see!” Ludovic said in Trogger’s mind.

Trogger somehow understood this and nodded. He had an idea the rogue agents - Goodmann and Goodnow - had escaped. He needed to get those two another time.

As the skeletal Occultist Dolls surrounded him, Trogger realized he needed to use Ludovic. Trogger grunted his thanks - a strange Homo erectus form of thanks. Trogger suddenly picked up Ludovic’s bulbous mutated body and hurled him into all the Occultist Dolls.

There skeletal frames were engulfed by Ludovic’s mutated blob-like form. The skeletons hissed and howled in agony as they absorbed the mutated flesh and suddenly started making a vital transformation. Trogger aimed his blood-gun, but somehow one of the Occultist Dolls lurched forward and put her smouldering mutated bone finger on Trogger’s parched lips.

Trogger had no idea of magickal pzionik processes. He just heard voices in his mind.

“It’s all right, Trogger, I am Ludovic. We are al Ludovic and I have control of these fine sprites. They all have different names, but they’re magickal names so I can’t say.”

Trogger grunted. He hated pzionik magick, despite owing his immortality to such astral implications.

“They all want to please you though, Trogger. I can’t control their urges. That’s if you don’t mind me taking part, too?”

Trogger grunted; he had no idea Ludovic liked to swing in that kind of way. He just hoped his pterodactyl had fed up on enough of that fat Bishop. The limbic prowl always ended in some kind of filthy orgy. Trogger shrugged, as one of the Occultist Dolls moved a mutated fleshy hand towards his gigantic caveman member…


[***]

Les Barloy woke up. He must have dozed off again. This happened a lot when he forgot his medication. Les realized he was at his college in Greenford. It was not a normal day. Something had gone wrong with that Ouija board at lunch. He was also disturbed when he found an old creative writing exercise from five years ago. It was about his alter-ego Dr Ramussi and some random historical character called Z.F. Galvez. He always thought he had burned it up. His friend, Callum Cheevers had laughed it all off - as had Jinny Jonkins, Callum’s on/off girlfriend.

But Miss Combtitt had seen them; she always caught them experimenting. She said nothing to them; she probably thought it all a silly game. She was a young teacher. After lunch, Callum Cheevers continued to flirt with Miss Combtitt during Science; she had seen him coming.

Les then wondered why he felt all gooey inside, as if he had been liquefied in a blender. He did not know what caused it. But he had hoped he had not really been liquefied inside. He probably should not have trusted the wild mushrooms he had for breakfast. He told Callum it was risky…

…Les sweated it out some more, before looking around the classroom and noticing that he did not belong in this time. He needed to get out there. He thought about pretending to be sick – though he really was feeling sick – but he knew it would not work. Miss Combtitt was a stickler for these casual acts of truancy; she always supported the rules.

Just as Les thought that powerless thought, his brain decided to fly away. Les was confused at first, but he saw it all happen: Les felt synapse-stimulating tingles all over his body; he hoped it was not another seizure - he had urinated everywhere last time and all the class had laughed at him.

But this time it was something prophetic; something from the realms of astral magick: his brain was a blob, a liquid form. He was becoming euphoric as his blood brain barrier went through some kind of acidic transformation. Something had just dropped into it. Les could feel it smiling deep inside him. A small bead of ejaculate dribbled down the shaft of his penis. He felt a gooey tiny sperm creature clinging to his pubic hair. He did not know what to say, then after staring into nothingness, Les smiled and said:

“Kruggy?”

CUE: SEQUEL PREQUEL SEQUENCE. EXT. EARTH. LAND. DAY&NIGHT.

THE REPTILIAN FOLLIES OF TIME by TOMMY TELLMAN

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Text: R.K. Galvez
Publication Date: 10-18-2012

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