The Karmora Papers
iborde pa-Karmora rubbed the MasturBeads firmly and deliberately, as his beautiful cousinís
face floated into his mindís eye.
"Treffie blurm blurm blurm," he whispered. "Blurm, Treffie, blurm
The Ecstatocaster began to glow blue, Kibordeís breathing slowed, and his Mu-Charge was
billed according to the current fleshfield rates at Intime Computagraph 18. As he pulled up his
swirling rainbow of sweetened exopants, a familiar voice startled him, coming as it did from his
"Universal Emotosensor Command. All stop," he heard in his own strangely distant
voice. Kiborde began to drool uncontrollably....
...just as on board the astroblimp, the Karmora trio, fully asleep during this portion of the story,
heard the Emotosensor decree in their dreams. Their breathing deepened into lobotomic
....while in his armed space trawler, Mad Luigi, who had been watching the approaching
astroblimp, un-felt his fanatical desires subside. Once again, as in years past, he began to pick
up needle and thread, sew tiny robes for madonnas, and make miniature diapers for Joseph and
Maryís lamb. Quand 12 floated unapologetically from his mind....
....and just down the space corridor, Quand 12 himself felt the sinus impact of the Universal
Emotosensor Command all-stop order. But since a Saturnianís automatic digestive system is
linked directly to the emotions, this led to a series of peculiar solid and liquid emanations from
Quand 12ís corpulent form. By the time the Command had fully taken effect, the aerobus
became reminiscent of a soon-to-be abandoned row of unsuccessful FrugaHomes on Timespace
Square in Old New York, Francanada, 13th sector. Quand 12 slipped and fell down.
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