PeeDee3, Intergalactic, Insectiod Assassin in: Gravy Day (season 1, episode 8)

By RyFT Brand

PeeDee3 in: Gravy Day (season 1, episode 8)
PeeDee3, the galaxy’s deadliest, most feared, and most loathed insectiod assassin, spends most of his days breaking brain casings, dodging bullets, and insulting as many species as he can. It’s an exciting and exhausting existence. But still some days meander along like lumpy sauce out of a gravy boat. Bullets and blasters he can take, but can the universes’ deadliest Kacekan survive the worst threat of all—boredom.

PeeDee3, Season One, Episode Eight, Gravy Day

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tricorner Publishing
• Release date: Apr 1, 2012
• ISBN: 9781311473325

RyFT Brand

RyFT Brand is one of the pen names of writer Robert F Thompson. He lives, writes, wonders, and wanders from Bucks County, Pennsylvania. His first novel, A Book of Beginnings was published in 2001. he's just so weird.

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PeeDee3, Intergalactic, Insectiod Assassin in:

Gravy Day

season one, episode eight

RyFT

This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to

persons living or dead are purely coincidental.

Tricorner Publishing’s Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2012

Cover Painting by:

Lisa Marie Raezer

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Gravy Day

RyFT

It had been a day just like any other. I can’t imagine why they’d, meaning the big, whoever’s in charge of limbo, kahunas, would want me to relive this moment from my long and violent life. Seems pointless, but I don’t get a say in things. The sooner I start the sooner it’s over.

I was raining. It was dark. I was hanging out in my office and I was bored. Bored and PeeDee3 never mixed well, the results were usually explosive.

I needed a Coffee, something strong, like a Barkhouse extra bold pure caffeine with caffeine boosted caffeine syrup—hell, maybe I’ll have them toss in a dash of coffee just for good measure. No mealworm larvae, I mean it this time. I see one squiggling worm anywhere in the cup and someone’s getting hurt.

Squiggling worm, huh?

All right, I’d convinced myself, a scoop of mealworm larvae too.

I stood the hat rack back up and removed my quadra-sleeved trench coat, then I started digging through the rubble that had been the inside of my office until I found my fedora. I dusted it off against my leg’s exoskeleton and, sliding my antennae through their respective holes, set it on my head.

Now I just had to find my credit stick. Last I’d seen it had been in