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May 2001 Last time in BOB WEEKLY, Bob had been captured by some Gorge-ons, and was being taken to Splungeville to be eaten by them. since last issue, Bob had reached Splungeville, and was thrown in a dungeon cell. Being tossed into the dark prison cell, Bob expected to hit the ground hard, but much to his surprise, his fall was broken by a hunched over figure wearing pink taffeta. Looking at the face, Bob realized it was one of the
priest of foo-fooiness, Carl! Carl was in a pretty bad condition. His pink taffeta gown was ripped, torn, and stained; and he was curled up in the fetal position, muttering nonsense about Lenin, Trotsky, and a Bolshevik rebellion. Things did not look so good for our hapless dimension travelers when a sudden rumbling from the wall roused them. The wall exploded, and as the dust cleared, a youngish man and woman stood, posing dramatically. |