Oooh-ooh-oh I'm on Fire

Christine and Nabeshin had a lovely life eating macaroni and cheese with Beauregard, Christine's brother, and Amanda, Nabeshin's test-tube daughter.

You could say a lot of things about Nabeshin. Perhaps he wasn't the best neighbor.


Or the most handy. Or hygienic.


But he was a one-woman man. And that one woman was Christine.

Fortunately, Glamour Sparkle Sock Monkey wasn't a woman. She was a pink/purple sparkly thing that managed the evening shift at Nabeshin's swanky uptown bistro/cemetery.

Yes, she was Nabeshin's right-hand biped. They often worked side by side...


Late into the night.

It as funny, though. Some of the stuff they did didn't even SEEM like work.



It didn't seem much like work to Christine either.











Given the locale Christine chose for her little tryst, she she knew her husband would see them, knew he'd get a little jealous.

She didn't mean for it to go very far, mind you...


But sometimes these things take on a life of their own...

A few months later, Christine stopped at the college to see her brother.


Seems they had quite a bit to talk about

Back at home eating Mac&Cheese Sandwiches, Nabeshin realized what a cheating pillbug he was.


So he dressed up as Bruce Springsteen and made a trip to the college to seranade Christine.


Limpy panicked when he heard Nabeshin was on campus.

He barricaded himself inside his dorm room.

And vowed to survive off that leaky propane grill the janitor threw out.

The irony that unfolded was not lost on him.

And so died Limpy McRuggles.

Doctor Zula was sad. The janitor was vacuuming and some of Limpy's ashes got in his eye.

On the upside, Carpetbag O'Brian saw to it that the Grill of HorrorDeath never took another victim.

Except her of course.

And also that guy.