The Curator of Schlock
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The Curator of Schlock #361: The Brady Bunch Movie
The Goose Lord laid dead at the feet of Edwige, my kangaroo companion from my misadventures in North America. “Edwige,” I said as she hopped over to me, unscathed from being tied to rail gun. I patted her on the back for a job well done. As we got our bearings, the banana van pulled… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #360: The Limey
The Goose Lord emerged from the darkness, his skin having the consistency of chewed up bubblegum. He carried a spear gun in his right hand that he probably lifted from one of the yachts in the arena, a gun that was pointed directly at me. “I didn’t do anything,” I screamed, raising my arms in… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #359: Hypnotic
I walked through the aftermath of the fentanyl cloud, searching for Edwige, my kangaroo companion from my misadventures in North America. I feared for the worst as I came upon the bodies of the Goose Lord Gang, littered across the marina. A figure slumped toward me. It was the Goose Lord. Whatever was left of… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #358: The Cell
That reptile part of my brain made me run like hell from the certain death that a cloud of fentanyl would deliver. Choked screams rang out in the chill of the night as the cloud devoured the gang of miscreants that was the Goose Lord gang. I finally stopped, panting for breath and looking behind… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #357: Spawn
The mass driver powered on and at any moment Walt Disney World, and, more importantly, Edwige, would be history. But as the Goose Lord and his gang roared in triumph, the mass driver violently shaked. Sparks flew from the coils and the power current tugged the piece of tungsten back toward the base. After a… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #356: Nightcrawler
Nightcrawler I couldn’t fathom the evil of the Goose Lord, a man driven to heartless revenge due to his love of 1978’s Starcrash. Now he was in possession of a mass driver, no doubt stolen from the U.S. Navy. With this deadly weapon, he planned to destroy Walt Disney World and lay waste to Galaxy’s Edge, a Star… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #355: Night of the Comet
Night of the Comet “What are your plans, you fiend?” I asked glaring at the Goose Lord. Edwige, my kangaroo companion from my misadventures in North America, was tethered between the conducting rails of a mass driver. She wriggled to get free, but it was no use. The Goose Lord squeezed my cheeks with his… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #354: Night of the Juggler
“Where’s Edwige and Manta!” I screamed, trying to break free of the ties that bound me. The Goose Lord smirked and motioned one of his goons to drag me to my feet. “That purple-clad loser is being dealt with,” the Goose Lord said, pointing his finger at me. “As for your pet marsupial, I’ll take… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #353: Die Hard 2
I felt cold water splash across my face as I came to. A smirking Albert Simmons was holding the bucket. Standing next to him was the Goose Lord, dressed as Count Zarth Arn from Starcrash. The Goose Lord knelt down in front of me and grabbed my chin. “I know you think you’re the victim,… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #352: Die Hard
We were done for. Edwige, my kangaroo companion from my misadventures in North America, and the Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando, were down for the count. The Goose Lord and his gang of malcontents. A whirring in the air caused me to gaze up, and I saw six transport helicopters flying in… Continue reading
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