vague Issue #11 details
There was that thing going around in Milliways in which people were turned into animals. Hughie didn't think it was that bad until he turned into a Shetland pony. He so did not enjoy that. Not one bit.
He enjoyed that even less than traveling to Russia in the dead of winter and being about a thousand layers underdressed for the weather.
The brake fluid that passed for vodka warmed him up enough, though. Well, burned his esophagus to a tender crisp, to be more specific.
It was business the moment the plane touched down. Vas, the Glorious Five Year Plan, the supes in the morgue with their heads having exploded. The R.O.C. possibly getting their hands on pure, jacked-up Compound V. All speculation, but something to go on.
Speculation, until they received a human face topping their delivered pizza. Fresh and right off the skull.
Hughie had to run to the bog to freak out in private.
He enjoyed that even less than traveling to Russia in the dead of winter and being about a thousand layers underdressed for the weather.
The brake fluid that passed for vodka warmed him up enough, though. Well, burned his esophagus to a tender crisp, to be more specific.
It was business the moment the plane touched down. Vas, the Glorious Five Year Plan, the supes in the morgue with their heads having exploded. The R.O.C. possibly getting their hands on pure, jacked-up Compound V. All speculation, but something to go on.
Speculation, until they received a human face topping their delivered pizza. Fresh and right off the skull.
Hughie had to run to the bog to freak out in private.