Rodelberg
20 May 2024 at 15:00
„Hey, who‘s that moron with the Rheinmetal shirt?“ „It‘s not your kind of thing!“, „Nothing earth-shattering!“, „Nothing mind-blowing“ The four avengers were in an avenger mood, playing around with their superpowers out of sheer boredom: CÉCILE, the iron woman, was trying out novel Martenot waves on the guy that they had skewered on their Webster grill – WHOOOUUEEE! Fantômette Cabral, the ant woman, laughed: „Look how the wackjob burns!“, while continuing to run through her independence exercises with all six appendages. „I thought he was supposed to be fireproof?!“ mused Smeraldina Flashnikova, the giant woman, working the lid of the grand piano on her left side like a bellows to make sure the half-charred Lindemann could get a little more oxygen. „Heehee,“ giggled Koketsu, the black spider woman, and turned the spit at an insanely ratcheting rate, just for kicks: „Till till till… he looks like a Whitsunpanther talantula now… till till till!“ „Tarantula. Whitsunpanther tarantula!“ Fantômette corrected her, with her charming accent – and everyone had to laugh their heads off! HEEHEEHAHAHOHO! GASP? Captain Niederrhein awoke with a start – he had dreamt the whole thing. Somehow he‘d managed to take a wrong turn while paddling his little rowboat down the Sothrieth and now lay right in front of „Rheinmetall Land Systems“. The neatly decorated display window featuring the newest moertar-launching equipment was right in front of his nose.
„Laughed a bunch yesterday
heartburn today.“
When four genuine avengers from Brazil, France, Russia and Japan celebrate a bit, things can definitely get funny backstage on occasion.
