[Cyber Liberty]

Arrowroot (son of Arrowshirt), AKA “Stomper.” Spam. Moxie and Pepsi. Legolamb. Frito (nephew of Dildo) . Giblet. Ummm...Bromosil? And, of course, Goodgulf.

Just the names still crack me up. Sorehead. Serutan (spelled backwards is “mud”).

And the dialog: “Dildo would have killed Goddam, but pity stayed his hand. ‘It’s a pity I’ve run out of bullets.’ said Dildo to himself.”

I must dig that out and read it this weekend. I need a laugh or five. I forget what they called the Oleg Hai.

[ArGee]

Then, of course, there was Dildo's particular form of poetry.

Ahem.

I sit on the floor and pick my nose
and think of dirty things
Of deviant dwarves who suck their toes
and elves who drub their dings.

I sit on the floor and pick my nose
and dream exotic dreams
Of dragons who dress in rubber clothes
and trolls who do it in teams.

I sit on the floor and pick my nose
and wish for a thrill or two
For a goblin who goes in for a few no-nos
Or an orc with a thing about glue.

And all of the while I sit and pick
I think of such jolly things
Of whips and screws and leather slacks
Of frottages and stings."