The Extratemporals
Monday, February 12, 2007
"Identify yourself!"
"I am Foogy Foplin, in her Majesty's secret service. And this is my man Proffie. We're here on account of the appearance of the mysterious specter known as Jack the Ripper."
"Her Majesty? Jack the Ripper? You sound like you've stepped out of the pages of a novel set in Victorian England. This is the 21st century, bub."
"Good Heavens! Where are we, Proffie?"
"I couldn't say for certain, sir, but it looks like we might have made a temporal journey."
"By Jove! Are you saying that we might have travelled in time?"
"Precisely, sir. Forward in time"
And thus begins the saga of Mr. Foplin, the English gent in her Majesty's Secret Service and Proffie, his valet. They are explorers extraordinaire seeking out the stupefying and mind-bogglingly astounding secrets of the Unknown.
And now, they face their greatest battle...
The mystical perils of the 21st century.
Labels: Foogy Foplin, Proffie
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