The Curator of Schlock
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The Curator of Schlock #357: City of the Living Dead
I heard a dog howl. And then another dog howled. And then many dogs howled. Edwige awoke, rattled from the noise. “Those aren’t dogs,” the Revenging Manta whispered in my ear. I looked in the rearview window and saw dozens if not hundreds of bandana wearing goons as far as I could see. The Goose… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #356: Macabre
We waited under the cover of night for the Goose Lord and his gang to make a move at the Monroe Harbour Marina. Since Edwige, Revenging Manta, and I were all dead-dog tired, we had Albert Simmons stand watch and wake us when anything unusual happened. I dozed off and woke up about half past… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #355: Demons 2
We were all headed down to the Monroe Harbour Marina when the exhaustion overtook me. I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in forever and our all night assault on the gang in the Museum of Schlock. I was hungry too. We stopped at a Long John Silver’s. I got a large Pepsi and the… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #354: Demons
The Revenging Manta was wrapping up his interrogation of the mysterious assassin we had chased down through downtown Orlando. The Goose Lord and his gang were expecting a delivery at the Monroe Harbour Marina in Sanford, FL. The delivery was to take place at 3 AM under the cover of night. The delivery would be… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #353: Ice Road: Vengeance
“Okay. Okay,” the assassin said as beads of cold sweat rolled down his forhead. “I’ll talk. Something big is coming in tonight.” “More smack to push on the kiddies?” The Revenging Manta asked, ready to cut the assassin’s jugular. “Nah, man. The Goose Lord is waiting on a weapon. He plans to light this place… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #352: The Unexplained
“Okay,” the pimply assassin said, panting for breath. “I’ll tell you whatever you want.” The Revenging Manta pressed the knife into the assassin’s throat. “Do you work for the Goose Lord and His gang?” the Revenging Manta said while he gently pulled the knife away. “I don’t know anything,” the assassin said and the Revenging… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #351: Tremors
The assassin of the Banana-man moaned through his helmet as the Revenging Manta dragged him from the destroyed Golden Corral sign. No sooner did I pull up that Edwige hopped on over to the scene. Simmons and I got out of the car and rushed over. The ninja vigilante removed the helmet to reveal a… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #350: Enter the Dragon
The shurikens were flying fast and furious in the direction of the red Ducati. One of them pierced the shoulder of the rider. The motorcycle buckled and swerved as the assassin of the Banana-Man failed to keep control. The next thing I saw was the rider pitching headfirst into a road sign for the Golden Corral,… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #349: The Way of the Dragon
Our fervid chase of the assassin brought us to a roundabout. The assassin on the red Ducati took the second exit. We were gaining when the Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando, unfastened his seatbelt, slid the passenger door open, and climbed to the roof. He advanced to the hood of the van.… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #348: Fist of Fury
During our car chase for the assassin of the Banana-Man, I may cut in front of a cement truck, forcing the driver to slam on the brakes. A just-married couple was right behind him, driving in a brand new Ford Mustang. They crashed into the back of him, somehow triggering the truck to start pouring… Continue reading
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