MANNIX [1967-1975]

Thoracic Animus (22)

   
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   Over the monstrous-sized continent of Antarctica, in an undisclosed region, Doc took the modified and classic B-25 Mitchell low over the glacial geography, and as the Nordic rune Isa enchants with a gleaming glow of beauty, frost can be slippery; moreover, traction lost, and Mutt looked down below to see unearthly laser fire from a tall blonde woman taking hits from teleporting lizards, but the crazy cowboy Doc defensively buzzed the violent scenario; next, as all reptiles strike angrily, a giant reptile-like creature was standing behind them in the cockpit, attempting to strangle Mutt, yet Doc simply pulled out his old-school, single action .357 Magnum, a Ruger--pointed it backwards, and blew the creature's head off, Mutt able to breathe again.
   Doc was like:  "In my last life, Texas Jack Vermillion taught me how to shoot, boy--and he was faster than old Doc Holliday."
   Mutt screamed:  "What the hell was that!?!"
   Doc like:  "That's hell on Earth, boy."
   Next, Doc cried out a "Yee-Haw" and buzzed the lascivious lizards, opening up his own can of butt whoop with a "Puff the Magic Dragon" scatter gun jury-rigged under the plane's nose, taking out all the hellions on the offensive against the blonde angel, her looking skyward, and saluting the twosome in the antiquated yet re-styled aircraft.
   Mutt was like:  "She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen--like a dream."
   Doc replied:  "That's Miramaxus.  She's a tunnel bunny.  Does covert work for the Nordic Confederacy, operating in singular style, cause she's got the agility of Spider-Man, son."
   All Mutt could think about was holding her war-torn shape of angelic essence in his arms, and never letting go; next, Doc smoothly landed on the ice, and she approached with a swift stride and glimmering smile.   

Thoracic Animus (21)

   
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   Miramaxus was a tall blonde from another world--not of this world, fighting with the Confederate Nordics in Antarctica against the leprous lizards.  Anyway, she was an angel, but had a guilt complex, for angels are fallible.  She attempted to arouse a married essence, due to the horrors of hostile war wearing down her loneliness, making her yearn for, or in the least, have communication with another soul of the opposite gender--in galactic terms.
   As a result, knowing many divine humans practiced mortification of the senses, she wanted to punish herself, for her sin, maybe scald her face, to stay inviolate and pure.  But as she attempted to burn herself with a flaming torch, the Great Nazarene super-positioned Himself in her direction, saying:  "Peace be with you.  As this is not your world--neither was it Mine, as you know, but you are rolling out the red carpet for My return; thus, fear not and look upon My cross, even as I willed Myself to die; next, willed myself to live again, in a transfigured state."
   Miramaxus didn't attempt to argue, but mourned the history of Calvary, yet accepted the Nazarene's obedience unto death, though cheating its sting, knowing He was the LIGHT, and will share it with the chosen.
  Therefor, Miramaxus got her laser rifle, and soldiered back up, into the macabre horrors of the angelic wars.  

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Thoracic Animus (20)

   
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   Doc had ignited the internal cockpit light, and having jury-rigged an auto-pilot off of his Smart Phone, adapting it further to take voice commands, he escorted Mutt into the fuselage made into a small dining area, where he had fresh salmon and sweet and sour glaze, going for the macrobiotic nutrition; anyway, after popping open a few Dr. Peppers, the feast began; then, the twosome burped up the carbonated colas.

DOC
Ya, Dr. Pepper is healthier than Coke, for it has the name Doctor in it.

MUTT
How long before you can make the jump to light speed?

DOC
Boy, what the hell you saying?

MUTT
Sorry--just always wanted to say that, and the time feels right.

DOC
Oh ya--like that old Obi-Wan in STAR WARS.  But boy, we going to Antarctica, not Han Solo's frigid Hoth.  And it's like that 1980's sci-fi flick, THA THANG.

MUTT
You mean, THE THING.

DOC
Don't give me that Yankee vernacular boy; I'm taking you to see angels and demons.  Hell, it's better than a John Wayne Western.  

MUTT
I was always partial to Jimmy Stewart--he was a wiry scrapper.  

Thoracic Animus (19)

   
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   Doc was all like:  "Boy, we gonna get them snakes, those shape-shifting bastards, even into the blondes with a frenzied frequency, but the true blondes emanate clean white and all the rest.  What did Jesus tell Pilate?  My world is not of this world.  He was a Pleiadian, in a sense, and He is here, in the Holy Spirit.  Don't wait for Him to come back, but ingest His platinum presence, and He will truly be with you.  That non-canonized Gospel of Thomas the doubter is wily and weird, making yourself a duplicate of Christ, a man becoming a woman, and a woman becoming a man; plus, the Oracle of Mary--love My Mother and you love Me--more or less.  Therefore, let it be!  Engage the opposite of the Holy Spectrum, but be of not two minds, though gel into gregarious glee--you hear me Mutt?"
   Mutt was chewing on his lips again at a high altitude, wishing the B-25 Mitchell was below the frozen ocean and all the rest, but he carried the werewheaten-terrier with dignified duty, knowing he had to bite some snake ass.  For a dog, even though Saint John the Eagle spoke against them, as they would eat the dead bodies off the cross if an Orthodox Jew didn't preserve even the criminals and wrap them in spice, but a domesticated dog is no less than a man following the Koran's instructions to eat cattle--we are killing hamburgers dude, and they got pickles on them.
   Mutt just trusted in Doc's two, old-school .357 Magnums, single action; moreover, his instincts to lick and kill snakes, loving blondes, and what guy doesn't love blondes, or girls, for there is Brad Pitt on the Big Screen, and the ladies swoon over his golden locks, like Christ's chestnut mane, as described by Pilate himself, and possibly hanging in the National Library of Congress.       

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