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Episode Seven - SALTY DOG (Jim Galbi's Song)
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Scene:The Invisible Guy has stowed away on Mojo Stang's private yacht, hoping it might be en route to the Inevitably Exploding Island - home of the Diabolical Factory and Outlet Store - the whereabouts of which is a closely guarded secret that The Invisible Guy has long been trying to uncover. Unfortunately, he is dead tired and simply has to get some sleep, so he makes himself as comfortable as possible in the hold where he is not likely to be tripped over or disturbed. Unfortunately this means he has no way of knowing their course; should they actually go to Stang's secret island, he will have succeeded in getting to it but may still not know where it is. So be it; sleep beckons. He falls fast asleep to the steady drone of the boat's engine.
The Invisible Guy is not sure exactly what has happened, and certainly can't make a very satisfactory explanation to his host. But it would appear that something about his prolonged exposure to and ingestion of quantities of the cold salty seawater has altered his physiology. The effect may not last, and would probably be more of an inconvenience than a blessing should it persist, but for now at least The Invisible Guy has taken on a semblance of visibility, however bizarre. He looks like a cross between a bleached albino humanoid and a squid with veins.
The old man's attentive and benevolent care saved The Invisible Guy's life, his tasty meals have nourished and invigorated him in body and soul, and the two men have become friends. Nevertheless, having regained his strength it is time for The (Nearly-) Invisible Guy to sneak back onto the yacht moored in the bay and say goodbye to North Korea.
"Before I leave though, pass me a little more of that pooch. No way can I get this at home."
"And don't forget to send the recipe for that buldoggi sauce. It's awesome!"
Claude, in the comfort of his berth on the yacht, polishes
off another bottle of Fred, from the Hair Of The Dog Brewing Company,
peruses the track list on Gaelic Bark as he prepares to check
out the CD
by purportedly the best Irish Band in the Albany, NY
|The mask above is Korean, but I don't
remember where I got it. It hangs on the door of my sauna.
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