Imagine Being Trapped In Your Local Zoo's Monkey House. For A Fortnight. Underground.

Boy, howdy, do I need a shower.

What a weird two weeks that was, eh?  Had I known that participating in The 13 Days Of Creepmas blog-a-thang would get me kidnapped by a garrulous gorilla mad scientist and his belligerent henchman, I'd have never gotten involved.

Worst.  Hosts.  Ever.

I was forced into all kinds of unpleasantness.  Mucking out monster kennels.  Tasting mutagenic goo "to make sure the flavor was right".  Trying to teach Karas to play boardgames—who cheats, might I add—just to keep him away from the earth-girlies.

Oh, who could stay mad at that face?

Thank goodness I was rescued by that brass-clad cyborg.  Much obliged, mystery man of metal!

My Hero

There was a bright side to my imprisonment, though.  I spent the lonely nights in my cell catching up on all kinds of reading, and I have a flurry of reviews in the pipeline.

So...I guess this is the part where I apologize for getting kidnapped by space-apes.  Um, sorry.  I swear it wasn't on my schedule AT ALL.  I'm overjoyed it's back to business as usual.

And I sure hope that no-good Dr. Gori leaves me alone, because I'd hate to give that gesticulating gloryhound any more airtime.  It would be a danged tragedy if he left secret boobytrap posts, set to unleash random garbage-beast entries in the future....

I can't deny he's a snappy dresser.