Space Janitor 054

“Are you there?” Space Janitor (054) shouted. The gunk was almost on him.

“I guess we can work out the particulars later,” said the Spenglactic.

Space Janitor smiled and took the nozzle in his hand. There was a lever he could grasp.

“What do I do?” asked Space Janitor. There was the gunk at his feet again. Ready to pull him down. Space Janitor looked up. There was gunk descending the sides.

“What’s the problem?” asked the Spenglactic.

“What do you mean what’s the problem. It’s the gunk, the gunk,” said Space Janitor. It was taking hold of him. The gunk above pulled up. The gunk below pulled down. “It’s going to tear me apart!” Space Janitor yelped.

“I can’t see properly. You’ll have to describe it to me. What colour?” Spenglactic inquired.

“Does it matter?” said Space Janitor. The gunk had now made contact with Space Janitor’s head and was descending down his face.

“It might,” said the Spenglactic. The gunk was close to covering Space Janitor’s mouth as it took a solid grip of his head.

“Green, green for the love of all it is green,” said Space Janitor.

“Oh, OK, you’re good to go in that case,” said the Spenglactic.

Space Janitor squeezed on the handle. There was a low hum from the back that changed in frequency until it went through the scale. A choir of heavenly angels readying themselves for the aria. The gunk around his feet shrieked a scream from a mouthless hole. It slinked away. Space Janitor could wiggle free.

He used his weight to pull himself down to a seated position. The gunk that covered his head stretched thin. Space Janitor pointed up and hoped his head would not be cooked in the blast.

“How are you getting on?” the Spenglactic asked.

Would you mind reading from the beginning because it’s a fantastic place to start. You can find the first instalment of Space Janitor by clicking here.

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