“Reality and perception are flexible.”
“You acknowledged the Earth was round, Captain.”
“Aye, aye. The fact is that rules, any rule, enjoy bending. And a fact’s a fact. How else could universes of books and creatures like Mouton Blanc and Spinostress exist?”
“The Syck Monkey intends to get back to Earth,” Birdseye says.
“I reckon he wants us to bring the Mother land to him. That way, he can’t be rejected again and on top of it, he can boast about it.”
“He would have Superman’s story in his collection,” Labaguette says, “he must know he could get back there a hero.”
“Something to do with his Ape status,” the Captain says, “he’s certain that he and his descendants are a threat to humanity.”
“They’ve no female in their species,” Labaguette remarks.
“They only need one egg, mostly through a bird’s help, although…”
And while the Captain muses and the three of them debate on theories of universes, apes and eggs of all kinds, the Syck Monkey directs his children to write on the Universe’s wall, in large black letters:
‘The Shuttle is the Saviour. Birdseye’s wings move mountains. The Insatiable Princess falls in love with a blue bayou. Labaguette sits with A. Lincoln. Captain Traumatic rises.’
Now the Syck Monkey has their undivided attention.
“He thinks he is the next prophet,” Labaguette says, “he and his puppets.”
“You understand what he is saying?” the Captain asks.
“Some prediction. When you can’t utter a word and you live amongst shadows, the only way to power is to cast more shadows by pretending you know it all and not doubt yourself.”
“Delusional? Can’t be. Far-fetched. What are you talking about Labaguette?”
“The Syck Monkey is trying to help,” Birdseye maintains.
“Yeah right!?” the Captain and Labaguette remark in unison.
To be continued…