Pistol-Packin' Polly urges Umlaut Nonsensical to give her a bit more time -- specifically, she requests, "Juss gimme a dadgummit minnit!" But it doesn't appear that the exceedingly-odd occultic entity is in the mood to comply! Instead, Umlaut simply blasts the sexy sharpshooter into unconscious oblivion. ZZATTT!!! And Polly is defeated, once again...
I will attempt to provide a longer story a bit later on today, if'n I can spare the time. For now, just enjoy the visual!
BANG! POW! BLAM! BANG! POW! BLAM! BANG! POW! BLAM! BANG! POW! BLAM! BANG! POW! BLAM!
"Uuuuhhhh.... B-Breena, I'm hit..."
"N-no... She got me, too, Monica. Oooohhhh...."
Pistol-Packin' Polly's withering fusillade of KO-bullets has done its deadly work. Both Panther Girl and Breena of the B'Yor Clan now lie defeated and unconscious on the floor of the old bungalow. "HA HA HA!! Lookit at them goldang'd losers! Out cold an' likely ta stay thet way fer a nice long while. Hoop-Dah an' ol' Cowabungah! Sweet lil' Polly hazza dunnit agin! An' now, ye purtee lil' "Pouty Kinkajou of Portly Hinny's Menagerie', yew gots yerself a brand new owner... AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!"
Another character has entered the old 1920s-style bungalow, and has attacked the victorious Polly as she was yammerin' on. The rather unusual mystical critter, the "Umlaut Nonsensical", wants the sacred kinkajou for himself.
"Howdy, Miss Polly! So nice to meet you. I gotta blast you again, though..."
"I love how this place is decorated! So interesting! I've always enjoyed the 'steampunk style', dontcha know. Here, sweet thang, have another zap."
"Wow, Professor Campbell and that warrior-woman Breena look delicious, all sprawled out cold on the floor like that. And you're gonna join them, Miss Pennysworth!"
ZAP! ZZATTT!!! THAKKA-WHOOM!!!
"YEOW! HEY, ya banished mah pistols! I gots ta get Becky an' Bessie back, before this fool critter lands anudder... AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!"
"Hee Hee! Too late, Polly! I'ma be puttin' ya down, pretty soon,now..."
"Aw, juss gimme a dadgummit minnit, yew maYngee, fershlugginer dingbat of a slimy, no-good varmint... OOOHHH!!!"
Polly has been struck by a rather potent blast. She is on the verge of total defeat, now.
"Nope, sexy Polly, I ain't about to give you a second chance. I don't want to get 'blastit to Kraggamaggot's Tarnation', or whatever you call it. Go to sleep, babe!"
A final KO-blast erupts out of Umlaut's upraised firing tentacle. ZZATTT!! The deadly bolt impact's Polly's cranium -- SPTAK!!
The near-naked sharpshooter lets out an anguished cry of pain -- "AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!" Then Miss Pennysworth crumples to the hardwood floor. WHUMP!
"Wotta wunnerful sight! Three sexy, barely-clothed women, out cold on the floor. How amusing! Oh, Hardy-Har-Har!"
After a brief bout of mirth and merriment, Umlaut Nonsensical takes the "Pouty Kinkajou of Portly Hinny's Menagerie" and vacates the interesting old bungalow. Our sexy, defeated trio won't be waking up for many long hours...
By the way, here are all the appearances by this strange character, "Umlaut Nonsensical" :gytalf2000.deviantart.com/gall…