SPACE QUEST XXXIII: SLUDGE VOHAUL GOES FOR BROKE
On that day, Roger Wilco woke up, smacked his lips, and headed for the coffee machine. But at the bottom of the pot, there was nothing left but a coffee stain!!!
"Oh yeah, you guys - real mature!" Roger
CHURNED as he brewed up a fresh pot of coffee. But when it had finished
SWEATING, there was only a stain left and no coffee at all!!!
This can't be right, Roger thought. Who would
SPLASH a prank like this?
Just as he was thinking this, the screens on the ship buzzed into life and revealed a
SALTY face. "Moo-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!"
Roger rolled his
EAR LOBE.
I just had to ask, didn't I.
"Sludge Vohaul!" he said through gritted
FINGER TIPS - JUST THE TIPS. "What do you want this time?"
"This time?" Sludge's eyes opened very, very wide. "Whatever do you mean?"
"The coffee--"
"Oh, you found the coffee pots!" Sludge Vohaul
TASTED. "Well done. That's only step one of my brilliant
CHEETAH, my inevitable triumph!"
Roger was already on the phone, calling
1-976-SEXY for the space police. But there was no answer.
"Go ahead! Shout it from the rooftops!" Sludge Vohaul exulted. "Everybody knows that you killed me. No-one will believe you!" He launched into another one of his trademark evil laughs:
"TEE-HEE-HEE(TM)!!!"
Roger sighed and shifted from
TOE WEBSPACE to
NAVEL. "So what are you here for?"
"Oh,
THAT." Sludge Vohaul looked bored. "I've simply uploaded a virus to all your onboard computers that breaks all the electrical kitchen appliances! Your coffee pots, your kettles, your toasters, your
SMOKING GUNS -- all useless!!!

Mwa-ha-ha-ha-haaaa--"
"I get the picture. So we have to find and kill this virus before lunch, yeah?"
"My dear Roger," Vohaul said in snide tones, "you have to do that before you can have coffee!!!

Mwa-ha-ha-ha-haaaa--"
"Shut up." Roger switched the monitor off. There's only one thing for it. He slapped on an apron and a chef's hat, and grabbed a
CHEETAH 5000 BLENDER and
MEAT TENDERIZER.
Let's get those eggs whisked and use the engines to make fried eggs and bacon for breakfast!
And Commander Kielbasa smiled at this ingenuity, and promoted Roger to
GRAND HIGH POOBAH OF THE IMPERIAL DEATH FLEET OF DOOM, and the virus was found and eliminated by a member of engineering called ...
...
JOE. Sure. Let's go with that.
THE END
Well. That makes about as much sense as a kettle made out of cheese.

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