Escalating Hiccups Transmutation in Hobo

Fortuitously in my haste to elude the

Big Chrome Foot !!!

… in the last Episode of Land of Hobo :

...The Chrome Leukocyte was independent and winged and wronged and its shaving cream nozzles spit flammable egg foo yung onto the tubes that lined the walls and connected the barrels . Then the beast-machine struck its flint with a glowering twitch ....

Our plucky hero , the mechanical hunter/gatherer of a decrepit earth , after being corrupted by a rouge organic -- possessed itself of mechanical fixtures -- finds its reprogrammed brain and attached parts pursued willy-nilly by a virus eradication-bot that is intent on unholy destruction and general mayhem .

The Big Chrome Foot advances …

In the hovering support Pickler , the purveyor of the means to spread the Infinity strands through the skies , gallons upon gallons , multiplicative amounts of the Infinity spackle were set aflame , but the spackle was immense and bottomless and never ending with complete control of addition and multiplication and power functions of perpetuity , so as it burned it replenished and the fires were infinitely corralled in the grasp of the expanding strands that continued to filter out from the floating Pickler . The duck flaps caressed the strands gently and sent them infinitely in infinite directions , and the sky , buoyed by the smoldering strands , glowed red .

…but still the Chrome Foot descends , only my immense binary capacity slows the pediforce with lightening collation , the extant of my neural aptitude is beyond extent and before the Big Chrome Foot lands , with magnitudinal agility i build from spare springs and wrappers a replica of myself and two-step alamode to the left , dosey doe ala carte to the right , fight fight fight , then a cappella i dance into position and thrust a feather duster into the Foot’s cranial blower thus distracting it with fits o’ sneezes .

With time to kill , as my intercostals-inner earful-in line circuitry interlinks and undercooks , thoughts return to days of pleasure-vegging on the divan-charger-cradle whilst visions of Flappy-Power-Smote-’um Ball resurface from neglected , diluted memory files .The transmission is intermittent but sufficient and what passes for a smile emits as a mirthful buzzing from my fan belt , which hums in perfect alignment to my discontinuous sprinkler drip system . Alas , the heat is unrelenting …perhaps i am delirious …

The unViralating Foot Stomper is Incapacitated !

And the flaming strands of barreled infinite do-goodery are doused in sprays of spewing egg foo yung and carry on from the Pickler’s exhaust plumbing to cover the world , passing through clouds , raining on trees , soaking into the earth and coercing worms into a frenzy of hiccups thus popping their skulls loose to form enlarged frontal lobes , and the cycle of intelligent organic life begins anew :

Peaches, peach pits and the detritus of withering seasons Wallowing in filth, under the firmament, thriving on waste Delving and rooting in the leaf, below the branch, into fruit-- The rotting, sweet and softly decaying matter, coming apart, Meshing with earth’s carpet, being one with dirt and becoming dirt. Isn’t it lovely? it is, it is good to be the worm.