The Curator of Schlock
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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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The Curator of Schlock #511: Heat
The dulcet tones of “Seventeen” by Winger punched the air as the jukebox slid to the left revealing a secret passage to the downtown Orlando sewer system. Edwige was the first to hop inside followed by the Revenging Manta and his brother the accountant. The Revenging Manta produced an LED lantern to light our way.… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #510: The Children
We had to get out of the Museum of Schlock without the Goose Lord and his gang spotting us otherwise Waldo was going to die. Unbeknownst to everyone but myself was a secret passage leading from the basement to the sewers. By selecting a certain song from a jukebox player in the corner, our escape… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #509: The Sacrifice Game
I dragged Waldo through the bloated fentanyl processing station of the Goose Lord’s gang, making my way over the elevator. My companions Edwige the kangaroo, the Revenging Manta, and his brother, Albert Simmons, followed close behind. While taking on the Goose Lord and his gang had been our main priority, we could not just let… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #508: Last Seen Alive
Waldo, my steadfast comrade in arms against the Goose Lord and his gang, was bleeding to death and I was in a panic. Edwige, my kangaroo companion from my misadventures in North America, slapped my face with her tail, knocking me to my senses. I lifted Waldo up over my shoulder and declared, “We’re getting… Continue reading
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