Earplug Adventures: The Age of Stone (part 21)


Huge and scary was an excellent summation of the Supreme Being’s appearance. And he had a really annoying voice too…

“Oh my,” he wailed falsely – and mockingly, “so my eyes don’t deceive me: it really is the Earplug Brothers! And what’s this: a shape-shifter from their future? What gives?”

Susan grew so fearful that she reconstituted herself as an amorphous blob…

Magnuss explained (again) their mission to find a powerful ally to combat the Wonky SB. The proper Supreme Being grew disgruntled at this. He’d hoped for better news – though he had no idea how Magnuss could possibly have delivered it…

“What do you think, guys?” He called out to other God-like beings, the like of which Magnuss had never seen before.

“It’s their problem,” one really unpleasant bullet-shaped monstrosity…

…in a turtle-necked jumper grumbled, “let them sort it out: we’ve got a cosmos to run.”

Another god – this time the God of Leathery Balls – concurred with the first…

“They’re rubbery.” He announced. “They can bounce their way out of trouble.”

But others were not so dismissive. The Supreme Being listened to them attentively…

“No-no,” the God of Purple Noses argued, “What if they lose?”

The Double-Decker Cosmic Bush Baby agreed. “Wonky took you once, SB,” they reminded their boss, “what’s to stop him coming back and doing it again?”

And the Forlorn Wraiths of Woople cried out: “They’re so cute: you gotta help ‘em, boss!”

The Supreme Being was nothing less than instantly decisive – especially after the All-Seeing Eye of Eternity spoke…

“I see nothing but trouble ahead if we send them away unaided. You know what you have to do, SB.”

With that the Supreme Being plunged his hand into the tiny bubble of reality within which his visitors existed…

…and lifted them through the surface tension that separates the Universe from the God’s Ultraverse…

“Magnuss,” he boomed, “I have a little idea. But first I need to check it out with you as a test mule, so to speak.”

In an instant Magnuss found himself standing beside a small red booth, which he eyed with suspicion…

“I invented it three seconds ago.” The Supreme Being half-explained. “Now step inside.”

Magnuss wasn’t about to argue. He also believed that whatever the booth did, it would probably hurt. He winced in anticipation…

And as his brained swelled to three times its normal size he noted that his assumption had been correct…

But just when he thought he could take no more, his consciousness was elsewhere…

…though he couldn’t quite place it. “What is this strange environment?” He asked.

He was firmly put in his place when the Supreme Being’s voice replied: “I ask the questions. Now tell, what is the most precious thing in all eternity? I don’t mean that in a generic sense: I mean to you personally. Perhaps I should have phrased the question better.”

But Magnuss had stopped listening: he knew exactly what the most precious thing in all eternity was to him…

“My future wife.” He answered. “Hair-Trigger Provost.”

“Good answer.” An approving Supreme Being spoke almost kindly. “What is the most exciting thing that you have ever done in her company?”

Magnuss had to spend some time contemplating the question. They had shared so many exciting adventures together. He even liked watching TV with her – just as long as it wasn’t day-time television or ‘reality’ shows. “I know,” he yelled mentally, “it was that time when we…

…flew out over the ocean on jet packs and discovered a secret island full of mutants.”

“Cool.” The Supreme Being responded…er…coolly. “Now the same question, but with your brothers as the subject, instead of Hair-Trigger.”

If the previous question had taxed Magnuss, this one was almost impossible to answer. Where did he start? But then the answer came to him, and knew from whence it came: his brothers – using their brotherly telepathic talent.

“The time we took on those red Sentinel Robots in the Battle of The Museum of Future Technology.”

“Uh-huh.” The non-committal response came. “Now how can I put this: what was your crowning glory regarding your last-ditch stand against overwhelming odds?”

Magnuss needed no help answering that. “Our psychic shield.” He replied…

But before he had time to add anything further, Magnuss was standing outside of the booth…

“Hey, I was enjoying that.” He complained. “Well – did you get what you wanted? Are you going to help?”

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2021

2 thoughts on “Earplug Adventures: The Age of Stone (part 21)”

  1. Great images.At one point I thought the SB was going to turn into one of those zombies from the “walking dead”.😲

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