The Forbidden Time Zone: Part 698
Last week in Forbidden Time Zone, we left Cindy attending Bob’s funeral, unaware that Bob, who had faked his own death, was standing only four feet behind her disguised as Zelda Rubinstein, which amazingly took very little effort on Bob’s part. Meanwhile, Bob’s younger, taller identical twin brother who first showed up in The Forbidden Time Zone: Part 486 stepped up solemnly beside Cindy in order to console her. We now re-join Bob’s funeral, already in progress.“I’m sorry for your loss,” Bob’s twin brother Roger said to Cindy. “He will be missed very much.” “He was a dirty no-good rotten son of a bitch,” Cindy replied. “And this timeline is better off without him.” “What do you mean by ‘This Timeline’?” asked Roger. “Oh, never mind,” Cindy replied. “Let’s get out of here and get a drink.” “But as his wife aren’t you sort of expected to stay for the entire service?” Roger asked her. “Screw this service and screw what people expect out me,” Cindy spitefully replied. “Let’s get that drink.” “Do you think he ever knew?” Roger asked Cindy in the backseat of the driverless taxi which was taking them to the bar. “I told him one time,” Cindy replied. “Just to spite him.” “He never told me,” Roger said, “or treated me any differently.” “I don’t suppose he cared much,” Cindy conceded. “And he was probably happy knowing that you were happy.” “But was I ever happy, Cindy? Were we ever really happy?” “I suppose not,” Cindy sighed. “The bastard wouldn’t even give me the pleasure of seeing him get angry that I was screwing around with his younger, taller identical twin brother.” “We never really did explain that part, did we?” Roger asked. “Stop breaking character,” Cindy admonished him. “That’s not coming up until The Forbidden Time Zone: Part 758.” Glancing backwards Roger said, “Why has that little old lady who can barely see over the steering wheel been following us for so long?” “I wish he wasn’t with her,” thought Bob, who was currently following Cindy and his brother while disguised as that tiny little old lady from Poltergeist. Just for shits and giggles he said, “Run to the light, Carol Anne!” And then he shit and he giggled. He giggled because this story had been going on for so long that he had become old and half-senile. This was also the reason he shit. Meanwhile Cindy, who by doing Pilates regularly had managed to retain almost complete control of her bladder and bowels even at her advanced age, glanced back replied, “Probably lost. From the looks of her I doubt if she knows where she’s going.” The Robotaxi pulled up to the curb beside The Slippery Biscuit, which was Cindy and Roger’s favorite spot to slip off to for a drink. Roger watched as the old lady drove passed and turned at the next block. “Good riddance,” Roger said. “Something about that old coot gave me the creeps!”
