After the disgraced Dr. Abby Garn finished applying the feisty Ugandan's pancake makeup for the next shooting, she went back to her yellow legal pad to study the anagram that had so vexed her: solving boob licks like a hungry prince. What did it mean, and who had written it on the note that she had found taped to the handlebars of her bike yesterday?Originally Posted by Garnabby
Abby was startled out of her reverie by the Ugandan's butt trumpet blasts. Ever the diva, he had taken to barking orders to the production assistants like a literally figurative barking spider. Maddening, no?
Abby, adept at Morse code, understood that the "judge" wanted a cup of fresh semen rather than water to sip on while he heard the next few cases. Tasha-cum-Shonda had been heavily influenced by the Maury show and most the litigants who came before the robed Ugandan were crass and low class. The plaintiff in the next case was a mononymous man in a penis costume named Nathan, who was suing his ex-wife Karen for custody of their pet axolotl. After that was Quran Nathan, a Walgreens cashier, suing the organizers of the National Blushing Shyly competition for misusing her name and likeness on promotional materials. (The organizers had photoshopped a Hialeah Park Casino umbrella over the hideous handbag she carried everywhere as was required by her religion.) Yawn.
Abby was starting to feel resentful over Tasha's -- literally -- overnight success, while she, Abby, slaved away at menial gopher tasks. Suddenly she had an idea. In the Ugandan's dressing room was a human skull in which he kept his supplies of weed and ayahuasca. Just before she had been fired she had discovered that time travel required not only advanced physics but also a bit of chemistry of the pharmacological variety. If she could just slip into his dressing room and switch out his usual drugs for a little something, this next episode of V's Court would be one that nobody would ever forget.
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