Marcel and Pascal were browsing the collection at Lambiek, Europe’s first and foremost comic book shop, on Kerkstraat in Amsterdam. Pascal: “What do you have there?”. Marcel: “Volume 2 of The League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen. It’s about space monsters that attack the Earth”. Pascal: “I found a rare William S. Burroughs comic book”. Marcel: “That’s great. Let me see it”. Pascal: “What else do you have?”. Marcel: “Kaput and Zoesky. It’s about two hapless aliens who travel about the galaxy looking for some planet to dominate, but they aren’t very good at it”. Pascal: “I see... Have I told you that I have been giving serious thought to moving away from Amsterdam?”. Marcel: “Why?” Pascal: “Amsterdam disgusts me these days because it is overrun with damned American tourists and Muslim fundamentalists.”. Marcel: “Yes, I know. I hate it too. But where will you go?”. Pascal: “I’m thinking of getting off of this rock altogether and moving to Orbital City. Why don’t you go too?”. Marcel: “No, I don’t think so. I don’t like to travel. I’ll persist here as long as I can.”. Pascal: “Well, I must go. As our Uncle Bill Burroughs would say, ‘This is the Space Age and we are here to go’”... At that moment the walls of Lambiek started shaking and deafening explosions erupted all around them. M & P fell to the floor and covered their heads. They could hear the sounds of sirens in the distance, and Royal Dutch Air Force fighter jets overhead. There were more rocking, jarring explosions, and comic books came flying off the shelves. Marcel & Pascal ran out into the street to see what was going on. Several people came running down Kerkstraat toward them – all was chaos, with choking smoke and debris in the air, women screaming and babies crying, emergency vehicles screeching past, and everyone racing toward safety – from what? Marcel and Pascal shouted to the people running by: “What is going on?!” One young man stopped, and gasping to catch his breath, he said: “Giant Monsters are attacking Amsterdam! They are wrecking Rembrandt Toren (the tallest building in the city) and City Hall. Kalverstraat is littered with dead, crushed shoppers and tourists; and prisoners have escaped from Bijlmer Bajes!”. M & P looked at each other in amazement. Pascal: “Maybe they’ll destroy the Paradiso rockclub!” Then Marcel said to Pascal: “Maybe they’ll destroy the art museums too! Rijksmuseum... Stedelijk Museum... Could we be that fortunate?...”.
padukem said, "As for me, the tremendous size of the monster, basstones shaking me right down to my wooden shoes, scared me so much that my finger slipped right out of the dyke! The cold sea spurted hard salty froth in my face and knocked off my glasses. I cried out, but the distored hisses of the beast drowned out my hysterical shrieks. I was swept up in the polluted current, splashed all the way through town until I washed up at the door of a hashish café, where I was snagged by the world wide web, safe at last… "
cystem said, "this one will have you cowering in the corner, mumbling incoherently to yourself! an incredible, screaming chaotic mix! "
buzzsaw said, "FROM THE MUNICIPAL DUMA: The Municipal Duma in its recent meeting, in view of the events of the day decrees: To announce the inviolability of private dwellings. Through the House of Committees it calls upon the population of the town of Petrograd to meet with decisive repulse all attempts of the latest McGee mix to enter abodes and our fancies and there to cause mischief and defection to the Council of th-th-th- by Kerensky\'s teeth, this is rapturously wonderful mixery indeed! The Municipal Duma commands one and all to succumb to Halmixery in all its forms. I hardly need wait the command from the Duma for that primal impulse. Triumph piles upon triumphs, Hal."
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