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- Ubiquity Twelve and the Follicle Twins by The Skwib on Nov 2, 2009
Ubiquity Twelve was having a bad trip. His phrenologist had told him not to drop acid, but the consummate rebel wouldn’t listen. “Mr. Twelve, with your malformed cranium and its occlusions, it is just not safe for you to ingest psychotrop...
- A family affair by The Skwib on Oct 8, 2009
Most people tend to forget that the founder of Juggernaut Business Mechanicals, Dr. Malifico had a younger brother, Reginald Spiney “Fist-Face-Smash” Malifico. It was Reggie who took over JBM after his elder brother’s demise in a t...
- Headline: The Annual Faculty-Student Mixer a Great Success by The Skwib on Sep 28, 2009
It was probably his imagination, but it seemed to the Don of Prancy Fairy College, Dennis Travesty, that admittance standards had been slipping of late. Just last term he’d had several complaints of werewolves, and then there was the vampire d...
- The Legend of Pokadot Joe by The Skwib on Sep 24, 2009
In the years before the Great Striping, the common people had a champion. Whenever injustice reared its linear head, Pokadot Joe was there to thump it with his curly-cue cudgel of curvy vengeance. Mounted on his mighty steed, Dosage Twelve, Pokado...
- Piles of fun by The Skwib on Sep 21, 2009
Little Billy Treepanning was in big trouble. This time he was going to get more than a “time out” and no dessert. This time it was serious. Not only had he vaporized the third nanny in as many months, sold Lazzie for scientific experimen...
- Welcome to Her Majesty’s Military Academy for Muscular Gents! by The Skwib on Sep 19, 2009
Most cadets are not prepared — at least not mentally — for the initiation ceremony at the Her Majesty’s Military Academy for Muscular Gents. Its homoerotic nature was repellent to most well-bred young gentlemen, and even the most b...
- Practical Existentialism by The Skwib on Sep 17, 2009
Fagan was one persuasive bastard. He’d seen Fagan tottering down the street a mile away, and thought, that poor bugger. Imagine, having to work as a cellular tower, just to make ends meet. But Fagan stopped in front of the barefoot nanus,...
