OUT OF THE WORLD WEDNESDAY
Being called before the Supreme Glirkheads was not what Gary was expecting at zixxy clock in the morgatronn.
From many past encounters with them, he knew it could only be one of two things, he was in trouble, or they wanted something.
He racked his brain trying to think of what may have gotten him into trouble this time.
He racked his brain trying to think of what may have gotten him into trouble this time.
Could it have been that incident on Glyz, where he flew his "zoomer" into the Harem of Hoojees by accident?
Or was it last Gliday, when he caused a slight ruckus at the Glirkazoid History Museum, by standing on an antique "Truckazon" table and singing The Sweet Hot Hoochiecoo at the top of his lungs.
Gary pondered what it might be, as he walked into the sacred courtyard of Gi-
Gaalon, where the Supreme Glirkheads have held court, made decisions for the peace and security of the planet Glirka, and hosted rock concerts for billions of years.
The unmistakable pillars of Shak that towered over him high into the blue morning sky were still a sight to behold.
The Squares of Poth that played lovely music when he stepped upon each square, as they sprayed the air with perfumed, awe inspiring, multi-colored
lights made Gary's walk to the High Chamber a bit more pleasant.
Gary got a brief cold chill at the back of his "negt" when the entrance to the High Chamber came in view.
It looked like the entrance to a massive cave and had these unforgettable words carved in stone above the opening:
The maidens didn't seem to mind, but Hoojees had a bruised sense of propriety.
Or was it last Gliday, when he caused a slight ruckus at the Glirkazoid History Museum, by standing on an antique "Truckazon" table and singing The Sweet Hot Hoochiecoo at the top of his lungs.
Gary pondered what it might be, as he walked into the sacred courtyard of Gi-
Gaalon, where the Supreme Glirkheads have held court, made decisions for the peace and security of the planet Glirka, and hosted rock concerts for billions of years.
The unmistakable pillars of Shak that towered over him high into the blue morning sky were still a sight to behold.
The Squares of Poth that played lovely music when he stepped upon each square, as they sprayed the air with perfumed, awe inspiring, multi-colored
lights made Gary's walk to the High Chamber a bit more pleasant.
Gary got a brief cold chill at the back of his "negt" when the entrance to the High Chamber came in view.
It looked like the entrance to a massive cave and had these unforgettable words carved in stone above the opening:
ALL WHO ENTER THE HIGH CHAMBER OF JUSTICE (THAT LOOKS KIND OF LIKE A BIG CAVE), PEACE, ROCK CONCERTS, AND ALL KINDS OF IMPORTANT STUFF, BE MADE KNOWN THAT CHEWING GUM IS PROHIBITED AND NO SHOES, NO SHIRT, NO SERVICE!
THANK YOU
HAVE A NICE DAALAZORB
What was gonna happen to Gary the Glirkazoid?
Was he in serious trouble?
Why was this blog post called "Glirkazoid Guts?"
Find out next Wednesday, when you tune in to "Out Of This World Wednesday" for episode 2 of
Glirkazoid Guts!
