Music Man held up his hands as a young Aus pointed two big forty fives and a submachine gun at his face. "I won't give you any trouble miss. Unless you want me to."
"Shaddup mate."
Music Man complied.
Moon Runner said, "Excuse me, ladies, but your motives are a purple haze. I am not afraid to die when it is my time, but please, let us live our lives as we want to - without bullets."
"Wot are you, some sixties junkie, buddy-o?"
Moon Runner looked at the speaker and feasted his eyes. "I, fair lady, am a medicine man. If you would care to sample my healing powers..."
"Maybe later, mate. Look, what we want is sex slaves and you two just aren't gonna do! Now be gone or we fill ya with lead, hippie-mate."
Moon flung his arms and the two characters evaporated from the scene.
The surf babe dropped her gun and gasped "Wow! - Cool!"
Little did she know, but she had just given the brush off to Moon Runner Hendrix - the last male on earth that could bring a female to multiple simultaneous congruent parabolic orgasms while rolling a pair of post-coital joints and saving the universe from mutual assured boredom.
"Great, bimbo bitch," one of her companions said, "NOW you notice ‘ee's talented."
"Like I could tell thot before!"
"`E did say `e was a medicine man..."
"Yeah, yeah, no use cryin' over it, is there? C'mon then."
And the surf babes continued their search, becoming more frustrated as they ran into a pack of stranded monks near Egypt, and then a gay men's colony in south America with their own village called JonesyTown. Even so, the surfing babes managed to convert a few of them along the way to slaves for their deviant behaviour, and their coincidental sexual activity. ISO was pleased with the results.
