"Craig Shaw Gardner - Cineverse 3 - Revenge of the Fluffy Bunnies" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gardner Craig Shaw)

one of a pair of twenty-foot-tall, dull steel doors.

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence between the two who remained
outside.

"We really know so little about each other," Antoinette sighed at last. "Why, until
now, I didn't even know you were in someone else's employ."

"In someone else's employ?" Her man shook his head firmly. "Not for long, Mrs. G.
Not for long." He once again placed his hands upon her shoulders. "Meeting you on
Earth, helping to build your rec room, the so-called accident with the Zeta Ray—I
realize now that none of these things were mere chance! No, Antoinette Gordon and
Menge the Merciless are two names that together speak of destiny!"

He squeezed her shoulders. She had never seen him look so intense!

"Even Doctor Dread is as nothing before us!" He let go of her to ball both his hands
into fists. "Soon, Menge the Merciless will control the Cineverse, with the lovely An-
toinette by his side!"

He stopped to look up the stairs, his grin of triumph replaced by an uncertain frown.

"But come!" he said as he took her hand. "We cannot be late for the throne room.
Everything must seem normal until we can make our move. Then, after careful
planning— ultimate triumph! Ah hahahaha! Ah hahahaha!"

Antoinette smiled as the Merciless One led her up the stairs. She did like a man who
knew his own mind! With him by her side, she didn't even care about Earth or her
past life. With Menge, her life was all brand new.

She had the feeling that all sorts of interesting things were going to happen!
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All was darkness—a hot, damp darkness, as if the heat of noon had forgotten to go
away. Delores couldn't see a thing.

Something roared loudly, out there in the still air of the endless night.

Something else screamed.

"Sorry," the voice of Edward the Slime Monster whispered in her ear.

"Sorry?" Delores replied, surprised at the venom in her own voice. "Here I am, one
minute, standing on a sunny beach, directly across from the man I love, and the next, I
am whisked away by a creature made of putrescent muck to a place that would make
the Black Hole of Calcutta look like a vacation resort, and all you can say is—you're
sorry?"

"Um," Edward replied, "how about if I say I'm very sorry?"

"Nope," Delores replied firmly. "It doesn't wash."