“You want to know about the shitrats, of course. That’s all anyone asks about, it seems. You see this photo? Get a good picture of it. See what I wrote on it? “We’re litter pals for life!” I’m funny.”
“I mean yeah, we fought a lot, but we were friends.”
“I found this in the motel Craig was staying in when the Gigaherd hit Vegas. He left in a hurry, thats for sure. I don’t know if he made it to the west coast. Sarah turned centaur, so I did…” Marlene drifted off. “..what you’d do for a friend. Lets leave it there.”
“We all know about Palco, Panopticon, and that Grease Vampire Pidor Squeel’s plot to be a god-king with the aid of a doomsday cult and the Pawtucket biotoy cartel nowadays. During Enfiepoopiegeddeon everyone thought Shenaynay was fucking crazy. I didn’t believe it till I saw Sarah.”
“Would you believe in all that shit they wanted me to do voiceover work for a final episode of Litter Pal Power Hour? They got the oldest fluffy and wanted him to feed the oldest liitterpal while I read a bunch of schizophrenic ramblings about the end of the aeon. While wearing a Princess Poopies mascot costume.”
“Only thing was the old bastard wasn’t having it.”
“So that greasy fatsucker loses his shit. He punts the old shitrat and drains the turdmuncher. Everyone freaks out and runs before he starts doing people. So I’m fumbling around in the goddamn mascot suit and fall down a flight of stairs.”
“Was there a point to all this? I dunno, i’m fuckin’ old.”
So this is how litterpal power hour and enfiepoopiegeddeon ultimately close out. Episode 666 never gets made, the world is sort of saved and sort of fucked, and life continues on. I’ll continue making stuff involving this crazy fucked up world and timeline, but this serves as a sort of denoument for some of that stuff.
If you’re curious about the poster in the background of the photo, here it is:
