Argon - Editor

After figuring out how to remove the helmet, it looked grim as Argon could find no pulse.  A strangely glowing pendent fell from around Alicia's neck, which Boki laid immediate claim to.  After fooling around a bit, (None of the folks were Gundam fans and really had little idea what the standard protocol was) a lever was found which released Alicia from the suit.  CPR was started at once but to no effect.  Just as it became obvious that Alica could not be saved by those present, a computer generated voice emanated from the Gundam indicating that the pendent, which Boki had laid claim to, contained Alicia's 'essence' and that if returned to the lab in her dome, it could bring Alicia back through a clone there.  Boki graciously gave the pendent back, and the group transported Alicia's body to her dome. Argon laid Alicia's body next to the clone, and he and the others were told she had some chance of recovery.

Reports of Alicia, or her specter have been rumored but as of press time, no further information has been available.  Condolences may be made to any of Alicia's many heirs.

     The unbelievable has finally happened. After years of failed plots and senseless mayhem Mortician, Spindizzy Wallaby and evil SED leader, pulled off the heist of the year. A daring scheme conceived and executed flawlessly by the master of SED himself. How could this have happened?

     As has been tradition in SpinDizzy for the past couple of years, Morticon held his yearly banquet inviting all from SpinDizzy to come and indulge in a myriad of foods and drink. This year was no exception but unlike previous years Morticon invited Suri, local Lemur and SpinDizzy regular as well as budding poet to recite her latest poem about him entitled, “Wallaby Mort!”

Wallaby Mort! 

He's brown, and short.

And he'll sell you a Lemur, if you give him a kwort...

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     All were treated to her wonderful poetic verse while they supped and as a surprise Suri recited another new poem too. Everyone loved her wit and free verse as well as her metered second poem,  “Pointy pointy Wallaby”.

Pointy, pointy Wallaby!

Has a pouch, but's still a 'he'.

Stick a kworter in his ear...

Get a Lemur, never fear!

     After everyone attending applauded Suri, Morticon turned everyone’s attention to the food and drink asking all to get their fill and even take what they wanted with them when they left. After everyone did then he directed our attention to the door to exit and thanked everyone for attending.

     Once out the door though, we were dropped through a trap door that placed us all together in a dungeon room where Morticon demanded we turn over what we were carrying to him. Then he demanded everyone say “I obey Morticon” to be released. Unknown to him or his SED probe, everyone crossed their fingers behind their back when they said it making the gesture null and void and taking away at least one little victory from Morti. 

     This year’s banquet with Morticon was once again the apex of culinary dispensation. There was far more food than in previous years so the opportunity for me to try the different types made it a very interesting evening and I have my results of the banquet ready for you to cross your palette with.

     The food was catered by SED catering services, a division of SED international and run by Morticon who admitted he was too lazy to do the cooking this year.

     The appetizers were the usual hors d’oeuvres with a few stuffed jalapenos and blooming onions thrown in as well. As appetizers go, they didn’t do much for mine, of course when you’re my size one tray of hors d’oeuvers  just don’t cut it and the servers wouldn’t bring me any more trays after I ate the first one.

     Now we come to the entrée. There was a variety  of meats, vegetables and fruits to suit even the most temperamental of digestive tracts. Between helping my plate dodge the nonstop attacks from Mouser, I had little time to sample all of them so I’ll have to go by what other’s reactions were to the food.

     Turkey: Mouser ate whole legs without chewing and lived.

     Beef: Mouser ate whole slices and didn’t die.

     Ham: Mouser.

     There was no mutton. Either Morticon couldn’t catch the sheep or he was related somehow. :-p

     Vegetables included the usual succotash plus potatoes, carrots, peas, beets and Morticon’s favorite Artichoke.

     Weedy munched on the greens available and even with her sensitive equine digestive tract she fared very well making the greens safe territory for the rest of us.

     Several health inspectors were looking into the possibility that Salmonella was in the potato salad but Morticon assured them that old Sal was in the Spindizzy lake swimming with the fishes. He made certain of it himself. Of course the inspectors were employees of SED and immediately accepted Morti’s explanation. We all avoided the potato salad.

     Fruits came from all over the world and Suri ate her fill of them. She’s still alive so I’m assuming they were okay too.

     Wines covered the entire spectrum of the cheap table variety. Morticon did make certain that I had my favorite served to me though, Merlot. Unfortunately it was SED brand and a very poor version too. I didn’t die so it’s safe to assume it was okay, just cheap. 

     All in all it wasn’t a bad meal but the price was way too high as we all found out afterwards. You could say that we were “fleeced”.

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