In part 19 we discover who the culprit is. If you’re a long-term Earplugger, you’ll have probably guessed already. Well here’s confirmation of your conjecture…
Whilst Celestino’s quest was meeting with definite success, Erronious and Hellfire’s less so. A loud clearing of a vast throat caused them to look up from the corridor along which they were being led. Erronious wasn’t enthralled by what he saw. Hellfire was simply horrified…
“It’s…it’s…” He stammered.
“No it’s not.” Erronious said more calmly. “It just looks like him.”
“Huh,” the Wonky Fake Supreme Being looked down his considerable nose at the tiny, puny, almost insignificant earplugs below him, “how do you know I’m not the Supreme Being? I look exactly like him. I’m really powerful and frightfully handsome. You can’t possibly be that certain!”
Whilst Hellfire tried to bring his recalcitrant bowel under control, Erronious blew a loud ‘raspberry’…
“Because,” he said whilst trying to conjure up some more saliva for a second burst, “the proper Supreme Being wears glasses. And he has a meatier bum too.”
Wonky SB tittered at Erronious’ temerity…
“My,” he said, “I wonder if he knows his rear end is held in such esteem. When, eventually I defeat him, I’ll keep that little known fact to myself. Now step up here, little people, I’d like a word.”
With that he reached down and plucked the daring duo from the ground…
Having done so in one of the most uncomfortable manners possible, he said:
“I don’t know you two. Don’t tell me your names: I don’t want to know. I was rather betting that it would be the Earplug Brothers who wound up here in the hind end of space with me. Instead I get you two. I’m not overly pleased with this situation, because…”
At that point the Wonky Fake Supreme Being went ape…
“I bloody hate the Earplug Brothers!” He roared. “And that sodding green thing that one of the twins is involved with. And as regards to Magnuss’ wife…”
“Hair-Trigger.” Hellfire said helpfully.
“Is that her name?” Wonky calmed slightly to absorb this information. “Hair-Trigger? What a bloody silly name. I hate it. But I only hate it half as much as I hate Magnuss. I want him here. I want to see him suffer. You two…you two are just wasting my time. I can’t even be bothered with you. Sod off back to doing whatever you think you’re doing. What are you doing, anyway? Don’t answer that: I don’t want to know.”
All the while he had been waving Erronious and Hellfire above the tall towers of Vacuum City…
…which scared the heck out of them. But if that wasn’t sufficient to ruin their day, he then hung them between his outstretched fingers…
Naturally they had failed to hear a word he’d said following Hellfire’s two spoken words. So when he finally lowered them back to the ground…
…they weren’t entirely compos mentis…
And the Wonky SB had shoved some very silly hats on their heads too, which didn’t help the situation at all – though it did amuse the pseudo-God. But worse was to come. Silly hats were the least of the brave earplug’s worries. Their sensibilities were to be tested to the utmost. The Wonky Supreme Being dropped his pants and showed them his inferior arse!
“Oh, by the Saint of All Earplugs!” Hellfire wailed in horror. But he couldn’t think of anything meaningful to add.
Erronious merely breathed through his mouth and prayed that the insensitive monster didn’t break wind.
© Paul Trevor Nolan 2022
There, I bet you saw that one coming! And if you didn’t – well what a pleasant surprise.
P.S Had to be careful with the arse shot. The first two attempts showed rather more than this blog allows.
P.P.S It’s somewhat disturbing to note how the Wonky SB appears to have aged so much since their first encounter!
Tooty Nolan: Languishing Somewhere Between Clever and Stupid 
That’s brilliant.Great shots,even your cheeky bottom..
With Tooty The Chef covering up these days, I had to find an excuse to show my rear!