Part 3, Final Chapter and Press Review, of RFV.A Chapter by Danny ZilTEN A mere two hours later, Roger finally
arrived back at his Ship. When he’d found the patch of jungle, he’d allowed his
experienced Pilot’s instinct to guide him however had entered at the wrong end.
So much for his his experienced Pilot’s instinct. There followed a long tramp
through the steamy greenery during which time he kept stepping on to things on
the jungle floor. Squishy squelchy things that screeched when he stepped on
them, spurting up green and yellow goo. Eventually he reached his Ship. It was a weary Roger who finally strolled
into the Bridge to pats on the back from Thropely and Stan and a hug from “Welcome back, Captain White!” announced
Angus the Computer. “Thanks,” said Roger, slumping on to a
couch. “Ye look exhausted, love,” said “I am,” agreed Roger. “I got lost coming
through the jungle.” Angus sniggered sympathetically. “How did you get into the Ship?” Roger
asked Thropely. “Ah, that was me,” Angus told him. “When
these people explained that they were friends of yours and were leaving with
you, I decided to allow them in.” “Just in case any patrollin Germans saw
us,” added Stan. “That’s alright then,” said Roger. “So what happened after Germans took ye,
lad?” Thropely asked. Briefly Roger explained about Kapitan Kurt,
the BlackJackBoots Quiz Show and the film scene. “Ah well, at least ye got here safely,” remarked
“Oh by the way, lad,” said Thropely, “while
we were waitin, me an Stan took a look at yer main Drive engine.” “Oh yes?” said Roger. “We noticed a slight malfunction in the
Variable Helium Choke Ioniser in the Booster Quadrant o the Atomised Delivery
Unit for the Ultra Destabilisin Compressor. We sorted it out. Hope ye don’t
mind.” “Not at all,” said Roger. “I was going to
do it myself anyway.” Angus laughed derisively. “You don’t even
know where it is,” he mocked. Roger grinned smugly. “Of course I do,” he
said. “It’s under the Angus gritted his circuits. “So where are
we going to then?” he asked. “That’s a good question,” admitted Roger,
sitting up. “I want to go to New Earth but what about the rest of you?” “First thing is to get off Klyzemadex as
soon as possible,” advised Stan. “Aye, best get strapped in for lift-off then,”
said Thropely. Doris, Thropely and Stan strolled over and
strapped themselves into seats along one of the Bridge walls. “How about coming along with me? See what
New Earth is like?” Roger suggested to them. “Don’t think we’ll bother, lad,” said
Thropely. “Grammar will probably be as bad as it was on Earth.” “Well where do you want to go then?” an
irritated Roger asked. “Outer Sensors “Christ we’d best be off!” said Thropely. “Agreed,” agreed Angus. The Ship rocked a little as the main Drive
engine kicked in. “But we haven’t decided where we’re going
yet!” complained Roger. “Oh yes we have,” said Angus. “Where?” “Up!” Angus answered crisply. “Ship
lifting! Strap in! Too late!” “Aarrgghh!” yelled Roger, as not for the
first time but definitely for the last time on these voyages, he was thrown
backwards on the Bridge couch as the Ship arrowed gracefully into the air. WHAT THE PRESS HAVE SAID ABOUT ROGER’S
FABULOUS VOYAGES “It’s a load
of shite!” THE MANURE
SPREADERS “A brilliant
first novel. Much better than his last one.” THE IRISHMAN “Gave us
hard-ons!” THE “A stunning
tour de force which ruthlessly exposes the seedy underbelly of middle class THE “It’s
political correctness gone mad!” THE “Left me ASTHMATIC
TIMES “A thoroughly
vindictive attack on the world’s best-loved, environmentally friendly,
two-wheeled propulsion unit.” THE 2-STROKE
MOPED MAGAZINE “Too much
crap about Eskimos.” THE “Excuse me,
we’re not called Eskimos anymore, we’re called THE “Eskimos. THE © 2012 Danny Zil |
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