Tales From The Morgue xx-xx-xx Return Of The Master

M&J Audio Theater presents Chet Chetters, Tails, From The Mort. Back again I see. Another day.

Another story. Well, here. Have a seat stranger. My name is Chet Chetter. I'm the Morgatend and End of Resident Storyteller. I think today I would like to pick up on a story about Gay Old Taylor.

You remember that middle-aged man who built his own spaceship and traveled to a far off galaxy? As you may recall, he encountered the evil mechanical, master constipated. Miraculously, the master was safely enclosed in a portion of his shift that was designed to withstand such a blast.

After regaining his tyrannical throne, the master was ordered to report to a level of authority even higher than himself. The Mastermind of the Galaxy of Constipation. The Great. We ate it. I discovered a human on the planet, Fripple Light.

By some miracle he managed to construct a crude but operational space vehicle. It was a shock to me, sir, too. I've monitored their satellite transmission for many years, and I've never found any traces of intelligent life.

Perhaps the human was some sort of mutation. Of course, Gremen. The human was trying to prevent me from intimidating the criminalized. I captured the creature and took him aboard my spacecraft for study and torture.

Somehow, he managed to escape from my prison cell and I was in a pleasure, Shamer, sir, just for a moment. He engaged a self-destruct mechanism. It fled in the escape pod. And... and then the ship exploded, sir.

Oh, luckily, luckily I survived. So am I. It's the pay-turn, smocking my name, arms out of their sockets, and being on the depth of their own limbs.