The Journey To HR, Part 78!

A tremendous whooshing sound.

I shrieked.

Star Child Two shrieked.

I looked at the tag on my finger.

It had changed.

“FOOLS!” it now read.

The whooshing sound was getting closer.

“But we’re in space,” I thought to myself. “There should be no sound!”

“’Tis a mystery!” Star Child Two replied.

We both shrieked some more.

Then came a giant popping sound.

We found ourselves surrounded by apes.

The ground was littered with empty cans of Mountain Dew and Fig Newton packages.

They weren’t happy to see us.

The pummeling began.

They weren’t making much progress with beating the crap out of the satellite, so they turned their attention to me and Star Child Two.

The pummeling commenced, but only on me since Star Child Two let go of me and flew up, just out of the reach of the apes.

As their beating continued, I wished for a black monolith.

The whooshing sound began again.

The pummeling stopped as the apes looked around.

The whooshing sound came closer.

Star Child Two flew down and grabbed my shoulder.

There was a pop.

We were now in a large bedroom.
An old man was lying in the bed.

I gasped.