Episode 8: Robot or Not Robot & Traumatized Monster

Here I am, The Vigilante Cannibal Nun, sitting in limbo, punished for eating a colonizer or ten back in the day. And no, I am not riding on the back of a Donkey, nor am I wearing Grecian 2000, and I can safely say that my underwear is clean, which is the least that I can say for my thoughts, but they are my own, because, get this, I am the sovereign of my mind and soul and no one else thinks for me…and lookee here at where I’ve landed with all my filth…..purgatory. But what of it? You can learn from my mistakes as your favorite Agony Aunt, here for your pleasure but mostly PAIN…as in Bring the Pain…a la Method Man. Hot hot hot, hi. That’s him. Me me me…Each week I solve two horror and SCI FI emotional problems, sent in by my “F”ing bastard fans, in less than 10 minutes. So stick your irons in the fire and prepare to be brandished and here we go!

Our first letter today is from Jenny, blocked, in 1960’s Ireland. She doesn’t say where exactly. Keep it that way, Jenny hi. What I don’t know I don’t know….so that when the time comes to be interrogated, I won’t know. Great plan, and with so much faith in your fellow man woman person place and thing. She has married a man who is a robot with a malfunctioning cock.

And our second letter is from Office Worker Tom, bored in London circa 1998. He has fallen in lust with a new colleague who appears to be a monster, traumatized by their period.