done,” said Bob.
Simultaneously they put the flames to Cartoon Kirk’s feet. Instantly Cartoon Kirk’s entire body was engulfed in bright blue flames. Shatner and Bob stepped back as the film stock body began to bubble, crackle, and sizzle. The air smelled like someone was burning tires and cats.
Cartoon Kirk began to lose form and his body started dripping and flowing down to the floor. In under a minute he was reduced to a pile of steaming, bubbling goo.
Shatner and Bob stood over the mess and then walked to the other side of the room where they sat down.
“You still hungry?” asked Bob.
“No.”
“Neither am I.”
They sat silent. From inside the Green Room all the other sounds of the convention were blocked out. This would be an ideal place to hide. But the smell of burnt Shatner was already getting to Bob and what would they do once the food on the tables ran out or went bad? No, this was no place to live.
“So what should we do?” he asked.
Shatner’s brows furrowed as he thought. He looked to the smoldering remains of the Cartoon Kirk. On top of the black sludge a bubble popped.
“We,” he looked up at Bob, “have to…get out of here.”
CHAPTER TEN
The Shatner sneered as alarmed fans ran around him.
“What? Is someone having a sale on acne cream,” he said as people passed by.
He turned around and screamed, “Get a life!”
He continued walking and stopped when he saw the two men who looked exactly like him.
“Good God, look at you,” he said to them. The two men spun to face him. Their faces read terror.
“What?” said the Shatner, “are you that surprised to see your idol? The person whose identity you’re stealing?”
The Shatner look-alikes looked at each other confused and then back to the Shatner.
“And what the hell happened to you two?” he asked. The two men were wearing identical suits that were torn and dirtied in many places. The one man was covered with bruises and seemed to be bleeding from numerous places.
The two men looked at each other, turned, and continued on their way. The Shatner watched them.
“Losers,” he muttered.
* * *
“So there’s no way out of here?” asked Bob.
“At least…not through the…doors,” replied Shatner as the two of them headed for the stairs.
Shatner had told Bob about the wall of static that was blocking the front entrance. Bob had made it to one of the emergency exits but had found the same barrier. The two had decided to head to the roof and see if the static was surrounding the building.
They entered a room with a large set of stairs in the center that only led up. They walked to the foot of the stairs.
“So what happens if we get to the top and… ” Bob went quiet when he looked up the stairs.
Kirk stood at the top brandishing the lightsaber . He was splattered from head to toe in blood. He raised the weapon, roared, and came charging down the stairs.
Shatner and Bob turned and started running back the way they came.
“This has got to stop,” yelled Bob as he ran.
Shatner grabbed Bob. “Wait…I have an idea.” Shatner turned down a different hallway and Bob followed. Shatner stopped and looked around.
“What, what’s your plan?” asked Bob, “hurry up, he’s coming.”
“OK,” Shatner turned to Bob. He spoke as quickly as he could, “Go to the end of the hall and wait for Kirk. I’ll hide over there,” he gestured to the narrow hallway to their side that led to bathrooms. “Once he’s past me, I’ll jump him from behind.”
Bob looked in the direction of Kirk’s
Simultaneously they put the flames to Cartoon Kirk’s feet. Instantly Cartoon Kirk’s entire body was engulfed in bright blue flames. Shatner and Bob stepped back as the film stock body began to bubble, crackle, and sizzle. The air smelled like someone was burning tires and cats.
Cartoon Kirk began to lose form and his body started dripping and flowing down to the floor. In under a minute he was reduced to a pile of steaming, bubbling goo.
Shatner and Bob stood over the mess and then walked to the other side of the room where they sat down.
“You still hungry?” asked Bob.
“No.”
“Neither am I.”
They sat silent. From inside the Green Room all the other sounds of the convention were blocked out. This would be an ideal place to hide. But the smell of burnt Shatner was already getting to Bob and what would they do once the food on the tables ran out or went bad? No, this was no place to live.
“So what should we do?” he asked.
Shatner’s brows furrowed as he thought. He looked to the smoldering remains of the Cartoon Kirk. On top of the black sludge a bubble popped.
“We,” he looked up at Bob, “have to…get out of here.”
CHAPTER TEN
The Shatner sneered as alarmed fans ran around him.
“What? Is someone having a sale on acne cream,” he said as people passed by.
He turned around and screamed, “Get a life!”
He continued walking and stopped when he saw the two men who looked exactly like him.
“Good God, look at you,” he said to them. The two men spun to face him. Their faces read terror.
“What?” said the Shatner, “are you that surprised to see your idol? The person whose identity you’re stealing?”
The Shatner look-alikes looked at each other confused and then back to the Shatner.
“And what the hell happened to you two?” he asked. The two men were wearing identical suits that were torn and dirtied in many places. The one man was covered with bruises and seemed to be bleeding from numerous places.
The two men looked at each other, turned, and continued on their way. The Shatner watched them.
“Losers,” he muttered.
* * *
“So there’s no way out of here?” asked Bob.
“At least…not through the…doors,” replied Shatner as the two of them headed for the stairs.
Shatner had told Bob about the wall of static that was blocking the front entrance. Bob had made it to one of the emergency exits but had found the same barrier. The two had decided to head to the roof and see if the static was surrounding the building.
They entered a room with a large set of stairs in the center that only led up. They walked to the foot of the stairs.
“So what happens if we get to the top and… ” Bob went quiet when he looked up the stairs.
Kirk stood at the top brandishing the lightsaber . He was splattered from head to toe in blood. He raised the weapon, roared, and came charging down the stairs.
Shatner and Bob turned and started running back the way they came.
“This has got to stop,” yelled Bob as he ran.
Shatner grabbed Bob. “Wait…I have an idea.” Shatner turned down a different hallway and Bob followed. Shatner stopped and looked around.
“What, what’s your plan?” asked Bob, “hurry up, he’s coming.”
“OK,” Shatner turned to Bob. He spoke as quickly as he could, “Go to the end of the hall and wait for Kirk. I’ll hide over there,” he gestured to the narrow hallway to their side that led to bathrooms. “Once he’s past me, I’ll jump him from behind.”
Bob looked in the direction of Kirk’s
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