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ANTO1Advertisement of the future: tiny, item-carrying drones. Mike and EZ are being chased by Dolls advertising the drink “Titan Pride.”


Adventures of Bosco

Short, furry, nasty creatures. May display short horns on their heads when excited, a phenomenon known as a horn-on.
Color: Any
Diet: Any
Composition: animatronic

Bosco Grabrian
A Frakas (see Frakas, disambiguation)
Bosco is the leader of a small group of Frakas who travel through the galaxies in their wormhole burrowing ship, F-1, in search of any organic life that can be captured for purposes unknown to your humble narrator.
Bosco’s hobbies include visiting other planets and inciting their inhabitants to kill each other. (TV reception is very limited on his home planet due to constant…let’s say…interference, so this offers some entertainment.) According to the SACM (Semi-Allied Court of Mabong) virtual criminal records, Bosco and his crew reportedly visited Tenochtitlan, Earth in 1487 CE, and attended the re-dedication of the Great Temple.

Alice Wonderland
A Frakas
Alice is a very seductive lady Frakas who would be even more attractive were it not for her personality. But then again, Alice is a Frakas, so what did you expect?


Indrid Birdman
A Frakas
An engineer, Indrid is a timid, tentative type. He likes to be by himself when he can and does not enjoy watching human sacrifice.


Azazel (Zazu)
A Frakas
Zazu is the youngest member of the Frakas’ group. Even so, he is rather immature for his age and is not treated too seriously by the crew of the F-1. He displays his horns 24/7.


Snooty, photosynthesizing, nit-picking, grass eating creatures.
The Boticellis’ primary mission is to beautify the hell out of everything, (sometimes with dire consequences.)
Color: green
Diet: sunshine and flowers
Composition: organic
Boticellis have a third eye located on the ends of their tails. They use it for sending telepathic messages to each other and also for peering around corners.

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Judge Boticelli
A well-respected figure of great authority and many eyes, Judge Boticelli presides over the SACM courtroom, doling out justice to the wrongdoers, and doers in general. The current whereabouts of Judge Boticelli, however, are unknown. Ever since he presided over the difficult case of Bosco v. Indrid v. Everyone, he wasn’t quite himself. This¬†grainy photo on the Wanted Alive poster is possibly that of Mr. Judge gone on a rampage:

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If it is indeed Mr. Judge, it is a terrible loss for SACM and the entire Intergalactic Justice System.

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Chief Snuggums
A Frakas
Fearsome (and very short) Director of the Prison on Gluto, Chief Snuggums is actually a lot nicer than he appears to be. In his spare time, he likes to play the piano and go for long walks by the stream of hot lava flowing around the correctional facility’s insurmountable walls.

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A typical day on Frakas:

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The Boticellis’ mission:


Alice’s mission:

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A space ship similar in principle to the Frakas’ F-1 (the main similarity is that it flies):

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Indrid is happy about the fast pace of landing zone construction on Earth:

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Bosco in court:

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Judge Boticelli in court (during the trial of Indrid and Bosco):


Bosco discovers humans and tells them it’s okay to sacrifice other humans:

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I dream of zombies

The other day, I woke up around 5 a.m. from a dream about zombies. I was inside a big building with a glass roof dome. There were undead walking outside like it was zombie rush hour, and the sky above the dome was just one giant swirl of vomit, tinged with yucky yellows and greens. (Nobody ever seems to allude to the fact that zombies must STINK.) I woke up feeling grossed out.

A few years ago, a colleague of mine wondered why zombies hold such an appeal for many people. Back then, my running theory was that becoming a zombie was a form of afterlife. But, what kind of life is that? Walking around all day, looking for somebody to eat.

1Currently, I think that zombies, however scary and unpleasant, also have a comical side, which helps us deal with that uncomfortable issue, death. For what is a zombie but a caricature of the human body? It has no higher aims and all it wants to do is…well, eat. Braiiins, please. (Granted, a zombie typically has no other urges.)

2Also, in dystopian worlds where zombies abound, I think it’s about time someone put them to work. For example, hang some zombie food in front of a gang of those creatures and let them knock themselves out walking in a circle, generating electricity or mowing the lawn, if nothing else.