The Curator of Schlock
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The Curator of Schlock #522: Ghoulies
“That little shit stole my Snickers,” screamed Albert Simmons, accountant to the Goose Lord and his gang. “I’ll buy you a Payday,” I said, hoping this could all just blow over and I could find out how my compatriot, Waldo, was doing since he was bleeding all over the place a few hours earlier. “No,” Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #521: Fatal Games
After about five minutes of rubbing his chin, Albert Simmons agreed to my solution to his Snickers Almond conundrum. I would buy one from the vending machine, dislodging his in the process. By the time we made it to the vending machine on the third floor of the hospital, we saw a little kid wearing Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #520: Graduation Day
Albert Simmons, accountant to the Goose Lord and his gang, had lost $2.25 in a vending machine at the hospital where our compatriot Waldo was fighting for his life. His Snickers Almond got stuck. I figured there was only one solution to this issue. “I tell you what Albert,” I said, trying to maintain a Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #519: Beyond Evil
Edwige, Manta, and I made our way back to the hospital to check on the status of Waldo, our compatriot in our crusade against the Goose Lord and his gang. Albert Simmons, brother of the Revenging Manta and former accountant for the Goose Lord, walked out the hospital to give us the news on Waldo’s Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #518: Alligator
Alligator We needed a break while waiting to see if Waldo was going to survive his wounds suffered to him by the Goose Lord and his gang. Luckily, I found an outdoor Italian restaurant that was kangaroo friendly. Edwige, my kangaroo companion from my misadventures in North America, had eggplant parmesan. The Revenging Manta, the Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #517: Creepshow
By the time we made it to the hospital, Waldo was a deathly white. Albert Simmons, the accountant for the Goose Lord, agreed to stay with Waldo as he was the most presentable among us and he owed me for facilitating the eBay auction of my Beanie Baby collection. I didn’t express this at the Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #515: Carved: The Slit-Mouthed Woman
Edwige, my kangaroo companion from my misadventures in North America, cracked the windshield of a Subaru Outback after a teen honked at us. She then proceeded to bounce up and down on the hood. The teen jumped out of the car and started screaming, “Get off my car!” He then pulled out his iPhone and I Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #514: Exte: Hair Extensions
We made it one block before there was an incident. I know we’re supposed to wait for the electric sign with the walking man to flash on, but I had a guy bleeding in my arms. A green Subaru Outback stopped just short of sending Waldo and I flying. Some broccoli-headed teen honked on his Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #513: Shikoku
We were hoping to drop Waldo, our compatriot in our battle against the Goose Lord Gang, under cover of night, but when we emerged from the sewers it was broad daylight. Considering that two members of our group were a ninja vigilante and a kangaroo fitted with boxing gloves. Plus, Waldo was bleeding out all Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #512: Tomie
Dragging a gunshot victim though a rancid sewer isn’t the most sanitary thing one can do, but it’s all I could think of to save the life of Waldo Luckily, the Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando, had this gadget he created that showed our location in relevance to streets and other locations. Continue reading
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