Following the huge success of our blockbuster we proudly present the sequel:
Her Dirty Dancing 2.0

The mysterious man continues and shows up every day, at times passes near the water well and other times he rides in the distance. On the fifteenth evening, when Liberty first meets him face to face, Snakes uses the opportunity to invite Liberty to ride the mighty horse with him to his bonfire. The bonfire spot is exactly where they planned to erase her, and the fearsome steel cage is already there, well hidden in the sand.

The entire operation down at the Zone is overseen today by no other than our Gay Kucken. How come? Since when does a parasitic and lazy king oversee military operations? The explanation is quite simple: he went down to see what they were doing with his new – and terribly expensive – laser canon that he had lent Snakes as a special “personal favor” (but in fact he was testing it for his own ends). The device is still in development and costs a fat fortune, much more than the yearly budget of the experiment and the Psychographs’ yearly salaries combined. In fact, this would be its first field test under “battle” conditions (the enemy: an unarmed blondie…)

Gay Kucken, well protected behind thick glass, watches the 17 operators of the canon. Correction: 16 commanders and 1 operator… Due to his leechlike character Kucken drives them freaking mad and totally confuses the crap out of them all. They bypass all security mechanisms (eight layers of security to prevent the trouble they used to have with previous models such as Q-70) AND just to make it worse, per Kucken’s command they raise the laser power beyond its permitted maximum.

When the red lights flash to indicate that the canon is about to blow up, Kucken locks the doors on the soldiers and prevents their escape. Nobody volunteers to be the hero to direct the weapon to its target… With nobody at the controls, the canon eventually shoots out a single blast in full power, a moment before it blows up into a bubbling mess of molten metals of all shapes and colors.

At the very same time, near the bonfire, Snakes is dancing before Liberty. She feels something’s not right here, really out. But her senses are blunted by the strong sexual attraction to the “man” dancing before her. She joins in dancing but politely refuses the alcohol, so Snakes is left only with his dance and sharp perfume to smudge her senses.

The climax moment has come and the mysterious man exposes his chest to show her a giant tattoo, colorful, moving. It is actually a dynamic hologram of the Tabascus Forte in its full glorious beauty.

An orange-red laser beam cuts through the desert air, in a straight line from the Western Small Pyramid toward the bonfire spot, tears its way through rocks, blasts off dunes and finally reaches its final destination.

Liberty, at the top of her excitement, sends a hand to touch the Tabascus Forte tattoo. A millimeter before she actually touches – the mysterious man cracks up into extreme expressions of pain.

“AWA-UWA-AWAA!” screams Poison Snakes.

“Oops did I hurt you?” asks Liberty, “And what’s that smell?”

“MY ASS IS ON FIRE!!!” screams Snakes and runs into the desert with a trail of thick white smoke coming from his rear end. He runs away and disappears into the dark of night.

A moment of bewilderment and loss. Almost… almost touch… almost reach…

In the remaining silence she can hear the distant weep of a cub, about ten paces away from the bonfire. She quickly locates the direction and goes there. From under a pile of rocks she rescues the cub. He wasn’t hurt – just squeezed between the rocks. The sweet cub jumps happily into her arms and licks her.

She’s still crouching by the cub when a sudden squawk squeals through the quiet of night, and something enormous springs out of the sand behind them – it’s a giant steel cage! It opens up from the far side, on a hinge, shoots like a rocket through the night sky and lands with a loud thump on the sand, now hermetically sealing the entire bonfire area.

Liberty responds with a raised eyebrow. She then gets up and walks away, hugging the cub that clung to her tightly: “Got scared cutie? Don’t worry my sweet cub, I’ll protect you. Everything gonna be alright. Say why you licking me so much? Hey it tickles… You hungry baby? See, when we get to the cave I’ll give you the most delicious leftovers, don’t you worry.”

She walks and thinks about the foreign man… He must be an escaped criminal, otherwise they wouldn’t shoot him with laser beams, try and catch him with big traps and all… So that’s what was so suspicious about him! But what can you do… A girl of nearly sixteen will naturally fall in love with a young hunk who can dance so well… even if an escaped criminal… Lucky it ended up as it did; she has no interest in getting involved with a crime syndicate.

The engineer who has designed and built the steel trap turned completely bald that night, guess why.

Back in the Zone, they’re cleaning up the ruins of the canon and Gay Kucken jumps around, furiously mad at “Snakes and his nonsense,” blaming Snakes for what HE has caused all by himself. Gay Trenzich is trembling in orgasm from Kucken’s wondrous character.

Trenzich runs to change undies. But when she comes back he has already taken off to his HUMBLE PALACE: “Only fifteen hundred rooms, ya hear,” he says to the copilot, "Not even two hundred Olympic sized rooms and only twenty four stadium sized. Shabby, truly shabby. If this garbage head Gay Schluffen thinks he’d keep me here for much longer – he’s up for a surprise! When this experiment is over then I, Gay Kucken, ya hear, stick this Poison Snakes into the deepest snake pit in the Galaxy and seal it for good, then using the gland I grab the Galaxy by the balls. Forty thousand obedient soldiers, ya hear, over one sleepy Emperor with five guard ships and a thousand shithead officers. Ha ha ha!!! HHHA!!”

GUK-GUK-GUK!! He swallows in one gulp an enormous mugful of purple, fizzing liquor. Upon finishing his drink he throws the empty mug at the copilot’s head. The copilot dares not turn his head and keeps watching the dials as if nothing has happened.

“Listen yo! What’s missing in my Kingdom is someone fit for Empress, ya hear? Down there they had this ho, a scientist or academic or something, ya hear, that gave me sexy looks and ran away just when I wanted to catch a couple words with her. Her expression is so repugnant, just like Mom’s. It’ll be one bitchy match! I’m sure Mom will love her.”

Duchess Kucken, mother of

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