Oct 26, 2005 08:17
On Sir Reginald’s third--and, he would later say,
most successful--venture into the astral plane, he visited seventeen
countries, peered into the deepest vaults of the few remaining untamed
pyramids, discovered what really goes on when the Prime Minister goes
to bed, made a brief foray into the waters outside the Comoros to look
for a coelacanth, and was robbed blind by Madame Zunda and her band of
thugs, taking advantage of the quasi-lifeless smoking-jacketed body he
left behind in his den.
When he later had Zunda beaten within a hair’s
breadth of her life, he would maintain that it was not for something so
petty as revenge, but merely to “remind my occult teacher and spiritual
guide of the ties we all must regrettably maintain to the realm of the
gross physical.”
The fate of her thugs is still unknown.
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