Part 4: Chapter Seven

     Twas' a cold and dreary night for young Mr. Secretbees. The air smelled of Alabama, 1943. January the 5th to be exact. Even in the winter, the humid air ate away at Holden's flat top haircut, though he still looked fly.

     "Ah, Alabama, 1943. One never forgets those smells; booze, racism, and xenophobia."

     Holden was enjoying a nice beverage at his favorite pub, Kal's Krazy Koncoctions.

     "That's sure right," said a stupid ugly voice as someone sat next to him. "Doesn't it smell strange?"

     "Sure doe--WAIT A MINUTE!" Holden screamed and turned to face his greatest foe. "Dlanor! What do you want?"

     "Hey Holden. I heard that you were kind of lost so I came to help you out a bit."

     "You think I need your help?! Why shouldn't I just kill you now?!?!"

     "Because, Holden, that's not how Mr. E thought this out. Now, do you have any idea that you're even doing here?"

     "Well, I popped out of the portal like six months ago but had no idea where to go from there. So, I've just been sitting here at this pub waiting for something to happen. I figured that was the fastest way to go about finding the Age Decompiler piece."

     The bartender walked down to Holden and Dlanor and looked at them with his kind, loving eyes.

     "Hola Holden," he said.

     "Hey Hugo. Still enjoying your time vacation in the 1940s?"

     "Sure am, but I'm not here to talk about that. I'm here to talk about you. All you've done is sit around this pub and sulk for six months. You need to be out there hunting down the final piece you were telling me about to fix this convoluted timeline."

     "I'm tired, Hugo. And I did try, but you know what? After a while, I just lost hope."

     "Holden, you warped into this pub, did a quick look around, and then just sat down. That's not really looking."

     "I don't need this!" screamed Holden as he tore off Dlanor's head, sending a geyser of black fluid into the air.

     "Wait a second." Holden tasted the strange liquid. "It's cloning fluid!" Holden turned over Dlanor's head and found what he expected; Dlanor's Clone License. "Dlanor Yelsaew 00001," he read. "Eee-Vile Clo-N-E Inc. Hey Hugo, you ever hear of that place before?"

     "Sure. It's right down the street next to George Washington Carver's house. I heard there have been some strange sightings around there as well. Something about tentacles and the Dark Jed."

     "Thanks for the help Hugo. Better make this White Power Whiskey to go! Boy these dranks have funny names! Kal is such a character, but I can't let you remember me. You aren't supposed to meet me yet, and I have already messed up time enough. Accio memories!" Holden sucked the memories from Hugo and ran out the door towards Eee-Vile Clo-N-E Inc.


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