Painters’ Planet No.2
Duke and Michel stood outside the door to Painters’ Planet No.2 In Case Somebody Should Be Really Upset and Destroy Painters’ Planet No.1. The door was very colorful, and looked like it had been painted by Picasso. They checked their zappers, making sure they were charged and ready. Michel found himself breathing heavily and noticed Duke was too. “You alright, Duke?”
“Absolutely. This is so much more desirable than being a million miles away, and simply popping down to your local post office to mail an atomic rodent.”
“So you’re not?”
“Was my sarcasm not clear?”
“You know, he’s gonna be waiting for us.”
“Yes, but we have our zappers.”
Michel opened the door, and both he and Duke stepped inside.
Duke and Michel arrived on Painters’ Planet No. 2, an absolutel
