As the sunlit sanity of the waking world burns the night to ash,
embrace the unbound madness of your wildest dreams,
laugh into the endless abyss of your darkest fantasies,
and rage against the coming dawn.
PulpBusters is a presentation of Pocket Theater of the Absurd! Original tales of the weird and strange from the mind and madness of “Amoral Crackpot” Steve Arviso.
I’VE GOT A RECEIPT
The jungle boat putt-putts across the incomprehensibly strange, yet inexplicably calm abyss. Bobert pilots, speaking exclusively through the boat’s shoddy PA system. Cassie suffers this.
NARRATOR: (voice-over) As they ventured across and through the abyss towards a distant glow along the horizon, Bobert quite literally jumped at the opportunity to play tour guide.
BOBERT: Good afternoon, ya’ll! I’m Bobert, and I’ll be your ferryman-slash-tour guide for today’s journey across The Great Divide!
NARRATOR: (voice-over) He clucked about a bellowing mass of flesh, teeth, and an adorable pair of wiggling ears that playfully rocked the boat in passing.
An ABSURDAPOTAMUS splashes, plays in the boat’s wake.
BOBERT: Sorry about that folks! We have a friend joining us today - say hello to Glenda the Absurdapotamus!
NARRATOR: (voice-over) He twittered ceaselessly for several minutes about the majestic beauty of a three-necked, two-headed abyssal megacephalosaurus.
A pair of ABYSSAL MEGACEPHALOSAURUS breach the nothingness below, engage in a mating ritual.
BOBERT: And that’s where baby abyssal megacephalosaurus come from!
NARRATOR: (voice-over) He even quacked at a large eye with wings perched atop a large shard of concentrated madness drifting in the nothingness that surrounded them.
Whatever-It-Is drifts in, drifts out.
BOBERT: Hmm... I actually haven’t seen that one before...
NARRATOR: (voice-over) Cassie, meanwhile, couldn’t be assed to listen to a word of Bobert’s blissful and cheery everything until his honking about the cosmic salamander.
The Cosmic Salamander appears, does as a cosmic salamander does.
BOBERT: Oh! And directly above us, you’ll see the Cosmic Salamander re-configuring time and space for lunch!
CASSIE: Wait. You can see that thing?
BOBERT: Of course, silly.
CASSIE: I thought I was going crazy.
BOBERT: Oh. Well, that might still happen.
BOBERT: (shrugs) Yeah. This place can be a bit kooky. One time, I had to stop someone from ripping off their bottom jaw. Poor guy thought his tongue was trying to kill him.
CASSIE: But you stopped him, right?
CASSIE: That’s not comforting.
BOBERT: Got pretty messy, too.
CASSIE: I bet.
Bobert hangs, shakes his head and sighs.
BOBERT: This job isn’t for everyone, I guess.
CASSIE: You’re a real strange dude, Bobert.
To be continued…
The chill of night brings with it a still darkness,
brings with it an alluring promise of peace.
Till the light of day warms your cold bones,
may your eyes never rest,
and may those little slices of death never come.
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