The Search for Malaclypse

[Zukeenee]

After Mal had vanished, Charlie remained seated as the apes around him began to scratch their heads and murmur discontentedly to each other. His eyes were still rooted on the spot where Mal had been. The Episkopos' crazy golden lightshow had reminded Charlie of one of his favorite hymns from years gone by:

[color=#FFCC00][font=Palatino Linotype]O, Blinding Light!
O, Light that Blinds!
I cannot See!
Look out for Me!
*thud-crash*

Folks were starting to get up and move to the exit. A man that Charlie just barely recognized as some other resident of Freeport 14 had made a speech and was now herding the masses toward the door.

Charlie grunted and removed himself from the most comfortable chair he'd placed his posterior upon in over a year. No point in sticking around if this place was clearing out. Didn't that guy say something about free booze? That would hit the spot right about now.

Well, Charlie thought. Might as well head to the Cave before the drink runs out. Charlie stretched his legs and followed the congregation to the shuttles.

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