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Bacchus and the Overborg:
 A Savage Journey into the Heart 
of Sonapanoma and an Alien Plot

Aftermath
By:  Bastardo

We spent the night at the No Tell recovering from our ordeal. The local yokels investigated the incident, but of course, they couldn't make heads or tales of the situation, and had to call in reinforcements. At around noon the next day, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find an official looking man and woman standing there. The man thrust his credentials in my face and announced with deliberate earnest, "FBO." He then repeated himself even more forcefully, and I replied, "All right already, I heard you the FIRST time!"

Nonplussed, he continued. "Mr... Bastardo? My name is Wolfe Muldwine, and this is Agent Stoli. We're with the Federal Bureau of Oenology, and we're here to investigate what I believe is a conspiracy to subvert and enslave the world's population through the mass distribution of an extraterrestrial liquid called 'Borgundy.' What can you tell us about your experience?" 

We recounted everything we could recall; the "Borgundy," the feeding tubes, the flying doughnut et al. When we finished, Muldwine sat in silence for a moment while his partner made no secret of being bored; then he uttered gravely, "My worst fears are realized. The aliens are among us." 

"Muldwine, that's absurd," Agent Stoli blurted. "You'll jump at the flimsiest evidence to support your alien fantasy, including the delirious ravings of a bunch of drunks who ride around on a glorified Greyhound!"

"Deena, I want to believe," he replied.

"You wouldn't know an alien plot from an old script from 'The Outer Limits!' There's a reason why everyone at the Acadamy called you 'Corky.' "

"Stoli, the juice is out there!"

They then fell into some very petty bickering, and Madame and I took this as our signal to exit, stage left.

We returned to Cloudy Bay with Bree, the lads and the Canadian Wine Wankers, where we recuperated for a few days, drinking copious amounts of Screaming Beagle and Chateau Le Feet and shooting skeet out in back of Hotel califusa, before returning home to Day-twah.

 The last we heard of Bacchus and Miss Vicky, they were running a shelter for alleged victims of alien abduction at a nudist trailer park in New Mexico. As for the Overborg, no one knows what became of him and his flying doughnut. The FBO undoubtedly did extensive investigation of the bus and its contents, but we'll never know what they found. However, sometimes, in the middle of the night, when I'm fast asleep, I'm still haunted by a sinister whisper hissing, "g3po..." I don't fall asleep again on nights like those.

B

Disclaimer: Any resemblance between the characters in this dispatch and actual people, living or dead, is purely coincidence and a fig-Newton Claret of my twisted imagination.

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