Mr. Fox and Rabbit - Part 24

“No shit!” exclaimed Rabbit. “Does she hump?”
“NO,” said the Sorceress. “In fact, it would accrue to your benefit if you just assumed she will dissolve your weewee if you so much as approach her with your zipper open.”
“Jesus.”
“In fact, she is not precisely my familiar.”
“What exactly is she?”
“Hard to define. An unusual entity for sure.”
Mr. Fox coughed and nudged the Sorceress on the left arm, 2.4 inches south of the armpit. Will the Sorceress recognize the special armshake? Will she respond with the customary sibilant hiss? Will she give Mr. Fox the dry chuckle of the Shaenaizei? Will she mention the ancient Indian myth of the Ramajana?
“WHAT?”
“Well… Ugh, our presence here is only in part attributable to our need for an electron microscope.” Said Mr. Fox in a delicate whisper. “Our other reason for being here is to defend you.”
“Defend me. I see. Well, my new pissmoat should be adequate to protect me from just about any threat.” Dry as the desert, the Sorceress chuckled.
(Mr. Fox feverishly etched a checkmark on a black granite slab)
“No, no. The threat that is coming, you cannot defend against it with a mere moat.”
“What kind of a threat are you talking about?”
“I am talking about the … the NOTHING.”
“Is this a blatant ripoff of the Neverending Story?”
“Not precisely. The NOTHING is a 328 mile long starship in high polar orbit. The Ferengi is in charge of it. She intends to populate the Earth with cubicles.”
“I am not sure how to respond to this.”
Rabbit shrieked and exploded.
The Sorceress spoke with a glazed over look of one who has been battered into creative submission. “Well, that is something you don’t see every day.”