"Good morning, evil-fake-mother, pretending to be my real mother."
"Why, Billy," cried the alien sadly, hurt by Billy's words. The alien turned around to face Billy, revealing that each head had only one eye! "What makes you say that?" asked the fake-mom innocently.
"Look, cycloppo." retored Commander Keen, sitting down at the kitchen table. "You probably went through great lengths to copy my real mom's outfit and hairstyle, but you're not fooling anybody."
The alien sighed out of each head and put the cookbook that she had been reading down on the counter. "That's nice, hon, but you better eat a big breakfast this morning." The alien set a bowl of disgusting, green porridge on the table in front of Billy. "It'll be a busy day for you."
What should Keen do next?
What should Keen do?
This chapter was written by TroublesomeKeen on 2014-03-19 18:10:47