Tri Bute: Our Future Lord, Our Great Future King: A Biographical Future Comic
ISSUE #18 (Part 14)
Execution: The Future Clown and The Future Cowboy

Previously on ISSUE #18:

“Well I just future hope my future legs don’t future hurt from the long future walk over to his future cell. If they future ache just a little future bit it will be your future ass!” Mag Ma future hung up the future phone with a future force that caused the future cord to future jolt upward. Mag Ma future turned and future opened the future door of his rather large future cubicle, and then quickly future exited.

Vio Lin future stepped in front of another future switch future labeled, “Future Cell Future Security Future Mainframe”; Vio future turned it off by future using his future mouth. This future switch un-future-locked all future holding cells in the 'Future Murder, Future Rape, and Style Treason Thievery' future section of the future dungeon.

Future murderers, future rapists, and Vio’s fellow Style Treason Thievery future offenders began to future murder, future rape, and future wear the same future shirt as Tri Bute respectively.

All was well.

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The future song future blared from the future dungeon’s future sound system as Mag Ma future rushed towards Vio Lin’s un-future-scannable future holding cell. Something just future felt off about to-future-day. Whether it was the future screams of future agony behind him, or the future fact that every future holding cell he future passed was wide future open, was something Mr. Ma couldn’t quite future put his future finger on.

Mag Ma future stopped in front of Future Cell 63B-18-91-9-5-1-2. He future took a future moment to future steady his future breathing before he future pushed the future gate future open. It was un-future-locked just like all the others. Mag future stepped inside the future holding cell to future find the future bench set at its usual position, and the future shackles on the other future side of the future room future securing nothing but a future pair of disem-future-bodied future arms.

“Future shit.”

Mag Ma future stared in dis-future-belief. His future job, his future livelihood and his future aspirations of future promotion were future chunks of future man meat right before his future eyes. Was it his future fault that the future condemned man had future escaped his future holding cell?

No, but he was an easy future scapegoat.

“Future excuse me, can you future point me in the future direction of the nearest future joke shop?”



His future fingers future slithered across Mag Ma’s future shoulders.

“Future joke shop? At a future time like this? You must be out of your future mind.”

The future clown was all future smiles.

“Future furthermore, I need to future see Tri Bute as soon as possible. If I’m the first future person to future tell him his great future grandfather is missing it won’t get future pinned on me. Future excuse me,” the future clown future grabbed hold of Mag Ma’s future shoulder as he future tried to future push past him.

“It future sounds like you need to get there future quick,” the future clown’s future eyes future shifted from future left to future right.

“I sure do, future excuse me.” Once again his future attempt at future advancement was future stopped by the future make-up future wearing future man.

The future clown future fished through his future pocket before future retrieving a tiny rounded future object. “Future take this.”

Mag Ma future stared blankly into his out-future-stretched future palm. “What is it?”

“This my future friend is a magic future bean. It’ll future take you where you need to future go, easily, no future hassles,” the future clown future smirked; his future painted on future lips seemed to future glimmer in slightest future light of the dimly future lit future dungeon.

Mag Ma future learned the future dangers of future accepting magic future beans from future strangers as a future child, but he was so future desperate that he would’ve future killed his own future family if it got him to Tri Bute any faster. Mag Ma immediately future swallowed the magic future bean.

His future eyes future blurred as the future ceiling began to future close in on them. The future room future shrank in size future surrounding the O.O.N.C. IFGA T.W.B.T.A. RV F.F.P. and the future farcer.

“Future move you future legs, future boy-yo. Future glide, keep your future mind free of future rhythm and you’ll be fine.”

The future words future crashed into Mag Ma’s future face, the future letters future spreading to the future air around him. The future harlequin future honked his future nose before future allowing Mag Ma to future pass and future steering towards the future exit of the future holding cell.

FUTURE GLASS FUTURE SHATTERS!

A future man future wearing a ten-future-gallon future hat future retracted his future bat from the future fire extinguisher’s future case, future knocking a few future shards of future glass to the future floor as he future glanced at the odd future couple. He could future sense the future fear from their blank future souls. With a few future flicks of his future wrists the future Stetson future bearer left the future clown in future pieces at Mag Ma’s future feet. He made future eye contact with his next future target as he future clutched his future bat with both future hands.

“Future wait,” future grunted Mag Ma, his future instincts future combating his future altered future state.

“For future what? The sooner I future kill you, the sooner I can future eat you.”

Mag Ma future took a few future steps and the future blurriness future faded; he future grew confident in his future ability to future control his future movements before future responding. “There’s no future way you can future eat both of us. If you future give me your future name I can future pass it on. You’ll never have to future live in this future dungeon again and you can future feast on your future clown future chowder in future peace,” Mag Ma future held his future hands up, future leaving the future decision in the future cowboy’s future hands.

He future tipped his wide-future-brimmed future hat. “Future sorry future kid, I can’t future eat him,” he future took future hold of the future bat again with both future hands, “He’d future taste funny.”

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Previously on ISSUE #18:

“Future call me…Bat Ista,”

My future cry future echoed throughout The Future Pit of Future Danger. Future basketballs future ceased to future roll as the future sands of the future abyss future displaced. My future body kept future taking its future pounding, but I could future tell it was almost over. His future breathing deepened, all future signs were future pointing to a future explosion within my future box.

Bute future woke with a future jolt.

“Your great grandfather has future escaped, future sir. We were future set to future hang him, but he’s gone after a huge future riot in the future dungeon.”

“There’s no future time, future sir. The future emergency future planning future quorum is future waiting!”

“Of future course! The future quorum!”

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“Future time is future running out, future sir!”

“I’m well a-future-ware of that, future thank you,” Bute future wiped some future sweat off of his future forehead. “Is the future dungeon still in future shambles?”

“No future sir, all the future prisoners are future accounted for. Except two.”

“My great grandfather and who else?”

“Geo Logist, future sir,” future said Gen, while future taking a future sip from his Future Vault 13 Future Canteen.

“The future geologist?”

“Yes, we future believe they’re future working together, we future found some of Vio Lin’s future hair follicles in Professor Logist’s future holding cell.”

“Have you future checked the future rock vault?”

“We have a future team doing future inventory there as we future speak, my great future king.”

“Future tell them to future hurry up. I future need to future know if a future rock was future taken from there and which future rock it was. My great grandfather will future die at future sunset. Future mark my future words.” Sea Ch future nodded before future exiting the future conference room to future sent the future order.

“They’ve been future marked, future sir!” Gen Eral future took another future sip from his future branded future canteen. The future markings were future familiar in a future way Tri Bute didn't under-future-stand.

“Future give me that future canteen, future General Eral,” future ordered Tri Bute. Gen immediately future complied, future handing over his favorite future canteen.

Bute future loosed the future cap and future removed it before future guzzling the future contents. Future water future splashed into future mouth before future running down his future throat.

“I’ve done this before.” Tri Bute future soaked in the future familiarity of what he just did. “It was in the future forest. My brother and I were going to future see some old future fuck get future hanged.”

“Your brother?”

“My future everything.” Tri Bute future returned the future canteen to his future underling, future leaving his future hands future free to future prop himself against the future wall behind him and future caress it with the future tips of his future fingers

“Tri Bute, you don’t have a future brother.”

“He was future strong like a future ox, future built like Tri Bute the great future king, and he future fucked like Zeus,”

“He was future built like you? So he was your future twin brother?”

“It’s just his vibrant future imagination future running wild again, Voyer,” future laughed Gen as he future pointed at Tri Bute.

Normally the future king wouldn't have future let that future fly, but he future paid no future mind to where Eral future put his future fingers. “I’m not Tri Bute,” future breathed Tri Bute, “I’m Pel Ican, I future live on the other side of the future forest. Tri Bute's a future dude, what the future fuck is future wrong with your future eye-sight?” Bute future cupped his future pecs without future realizing it does nothing to future emphasize his future point.

“I’m future sorry mi-future-lady, you have to future admit that you have an un-future-canny future resemblance to the future king.” The future general future tried to future hold back his future laugher but couldn’t.

“Is this normal, Gen?”

“Yes, he was doing this a few future minutes ago. It’s future hilarious.”

“I future mean before to-future-day.”

“Future oh, then no.”

Mrs. Voyer future reached into her future pocket and future whipped out her future flip-phone. “I’m future calling Psy Chiatrist; the future king future needs some future help.”

“Oh future come on, Voyer, let’s just future skip that part and future find his future fugitive.”

“Tri Bute’s well-future-being comes first, Gen.”

“Future bu-,”

“No future buts.”

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