One Hundred and Sixty in a row...

I am away from computers for the next 3 days (as far as I know) so no updates for that time.

You know how this works by now.

Update: Our friend might have the internet so there may be no update delays. Stay tuned.

Update 2: Because I had originally wanted to tie this drawing in with my ongoing assault against literature and the English language I shall now take the time to continue that mission and add a part of the saga here for you now - here.

Part 6

Aside from a delirious woman sobbing uncontrollably in the far corner of the restaurant just about all of the people in the building had stopped their panicking to stare in complete amazement at the disgusting man who was now strangely holding this woman's hand and who some men, despite being completely shocked by this interaction, noticed had quite glittery eyes much like that of an ocean planet. One particularly jealous woman thought to herself, "I wish my eyes were glittery."

M was at a loss for what to do next. Part of her wanted to go with this horrible man and live with him in a small one bedroom cottage near a magical, sparkling lake. Inside the lake there could be several species of fish that he could catch and cook for her over an outdoor grill. Perhaps he could find a swordfish in this magical lake. She had never had swordfish before.

There they would love each other until the end of time and possibly beyond that if they were ever to find a fountain of youth near their lakeside cottage. How wonderful it would be to find a fountain of youth!

The other more conscious part of her had become aware of a most disgusting smell filling her nostrils. Beyond a shadow of a doubt the smell was coming from this man awkwardly holding her hand. It was a most awful smell consisting of horrendous body odor, rotten cheese, cigarette smoke, vomit, dog feces, and one hundred, give or take a few, rotting corpses. Even working as a janitor for the past 4 years she had never smelt anything that came within one hundredth of this awful smell.

Her nostrils burned and she placed her free hand over her nose to stop some of the smell but she was still overwhelmed. She held her breath but soon realized she could not breathe if she did and so she decided to stop holding her breath. She coughed twice.

There was also the matter of her hand being held by a man who happened to possess a rather large sword for reasons beyond anyone's understanding. She feared he would draw the sword and slice her hand off at any moment. It was quite possible he was a gatherer of hands and soon she would possess only one hand making it that much harder to clean toilets. This thought made her uneasy and she tried to put it out of her mind and think about fountains that granted immortality once more.

X who had been sitting wondering what would happen while becoming increasingly annoyed by all of this finally decided he would not take anymore of this man invading his space, with his horrible odor, trying to steal away his fantastic date. He quickly stood up and entered a most perfect karate stance and yelled, "You will put her hand down this moment or I will be forced to act violently against you!"

The man slowly turned his head toward X, stared at him for a moment, dug around in his nose with the small finger of his free hand, and calmly answered, "No."

There was a rumble in the distance. The lights flickered. The restaurant owner gasped and he felt a warm liquid coming out of his ears. He delicately touched his fingers to it. Surprised to see blood he thought about his new doctor and decided it would be a good idea to get his ears looked at as this sort of thing could not be normal at all. His old doctor had recently died from a severe cold and he hoped his new doctor was a more competent replacement. Pressing silk napkins to his ears he thought, "What kind of a doctor dies from a cold?"

The woman who had thrown up gold on her date a few moments ago screamed several offensive phrases not heard for hundreds of years in quick succession and then jumped up and ran out of the restaurant screaming. The sobbing woman in the back corner stopped crying and sat smiling serenely.

M stared in awe. A chill ran through her body. She had never heard such a powerful, yet beautiful, voice come out of such a disgusting, imperfect man. This man could probably bring an entire army to their knees with a single sentence - though that would be a bit ridiculous and was in fact not possible at all as it was well known that several bullets and bombs are needed to destroy most any army. Either way she was in awe at the amount of power this man's vocal chords held.

X was having none of it, however, and took a quick step back and unleashed a powerful kick directly into the disgusting man's face. His foot hit him squarely in the jaw with incredible accuracy and force. A single tooth which had been dislodged by the blow went soaring across the room. Tiny drops of blood trailed behind it like a comet gracing the night sky except the comet is a tooth in this instance you see.