Part Ninety One
The Party Gets Along Great!
"It's okay, Rocko. I know you're trying,"
"Harry, don't anger the healing guy,"
warned Dade. "Let him pray to whoever he wishes."
"Hey, bad healer," poked Turf.
"Ha ha! Burn!" shouted Corky.
"Corky, you will never be healed by me
again," promised Rocko because promises were made to be broken
"That's no threat!" rejoindered Corky.
"Yes, Turf?" asked Rocko, ignoring
"Quit hurting more than healing!" lamented
"Hey Turf, quit thinking you're going to live
beyond this next round unless you ask me and my God for the help you
obviously need," blasted Rocko.
"Rocko, remember this is the lot that left me
in a room full of monsters to die. You'll get no kindness from
them," annoyed Dade.
"Kindness? I spit that word from my mouth and
ground it into the dirt." Rocko spat cooly.
"Why I oughta...," started Turf and then
forgot to finish.
"You're twisting things, Mister! Turf said to
retreat," cried Corky like a Hero loving baby. "You didn't
"He did. I heard him," remembered Harry
who was probably retreating long before Turf even mentioned it.
"I would have ran but he left me no place to
run, Corky," retaliated Dade believing that Turf controlled the
skeletons and placed them in his way.
"Whatever, Corky. Until you get a catch phrase,
you're just stoopid," retarded Rocko. But in a cool way.
"I have one!" shouted Corky in his outside
voice. "And it's especially apt since you can't heal us!"
"Oh yeah? What is it?" eyebrow arched
Rocko suspiciously and toughly and probably with some cool too.
"We're going to die in here!" catch
"Ha!" appreciated Turf.
"Yeah but what's your catch phrase?"
"Well? Corky, did he give me a place to run
to?" illogickaled Dade.
"Yes. The way was not blocked when he said to
run. And you ignored him," hit his head on a brick wall'd
"Okay. Look. Can't we argue about this out in
the sunlight," smart guy'd Harry realizing that they'd die in
here trying to point out reality to Dade.
"We have to learn to trust Turf! He's the
Hero!" butt-kissed Corky like a gay sidekick would.
Rocko prayed to The Bad God that he wouldn't have to
suffer this meat-head hero and his retarded sidekick much longer.
The Bad God listened and would grant the prayer very soon. But not
how Rocko intended! Ha ha! Jerk!
"Amen," finished Rocko not realizing what
a dumb prayer he made and he wouldn't live long enough to learn to
be more specific in his stupid and mean prayers.
"No one else ran until he said it the second
time," re-continued Dade again. "Why am I punished to
death for doing what everyone else did?" he rhetoricalled
incorrectly seeing as how he wasn't even dead and was lucky to be
alive to ask the question. For now.
92. Rocko Experiments
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