Meanwhile, on the planet Tar-Tarraw, in The Indigent People’s National Union headquarters, at the seaside port city of Ahpahtee, Oldi-One meets an old foe.
by D.J. Stamper
“Squire One, you still live? I hardly recognized you, and yet I couldn’t help but notice that your right leg has yet to grow back since last we met. You may have grown too old and feeble to remember that I fed it to your dogs after cutting it clean off at mid-thigh!”
“So, we meet again, Oldi-One. You’re looking quite aged and frail. Can I get you anything? A cane, perhaps?Or a respirator?”
“I still have a second one, if you’re feeling up the task, Oldi-One! But I warn you, I plan to cut off YOUR leg first, strap it to MY leg and then . . .
“WHAT! No! Just two legs! How dare you!”
“So, you’ll have three legs?”
“Oh, that’s right, Squire One! I forgot that I cut the other one off and fed it to your dogs!”
The battle ensues! Stick swords threating potential eye injury spring into action!
“Okay, force boy!It’s go time!”
Hey, kids!Looks like good ol' Oldi-One Unomi and Squire One are at it again! I guess Squire One never did forgive Oldi-One for taking his leg . . . and for feeding said leg to his own dogs. Dang! That's personal!Ah, well. It's just as the old saying goes. You can cut off an evil monk's leg and feed it to his dogs, but you can make him a western omelette. Okay, so now I'm hungry.Thanks for joining us on this adventure. We'll see you all in the next exciting episode of The Adventures of Oldi-One Unomi!