06/05/2021
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Sci-Fi Convention
Wolle and his crew were generally regarded in Herne as a kind of local heroes, role models, philanthropists. Whether drinking beer for the rainforest, boozing for the Rhine-Herne Canal or as professional youth protectors/beer destroyers at the Cranger Kirmes: Wolle and his motorcycle crew were present in a positive sense. Herner sense. Therefore a local dealer and producer of star war scents thought that he should present Wolle's eleven with a scent to wear at a specially developed convention because of his grown connections to NASA. The NASA connection? Too complex for you guys, so I left that out, mea culpa. Only Cravache knows, he answers all questions.
Anyway, this fragrance was now called Eau de Space, the scent of space that is. Wool and his dressed up for this as planned. Wolle as Chewbeerca, Totty as R2Bier2, Hotte as C3BierO and Ilse, Wolle's wife, in spirit and more in Wolle's mind as Ilsabber the Hud. The costumes were no accident. At the time, Wolle was kept in the monkey enclosure at Dortmund Zoo for three nights before it was noticed that the one monkey wasn't eating, was grabbing visitors in excess and stealing beer bottles. Totty came to his costume in a drunken state because of his eloquence and Hotte? He had his Manta foiled in the same glittery hue in which one knew the original robot.
So it went off to the convention with the Millennium Falcon, here a Bierbollerwagen. Before that, you had to perfume yourself with Eau de Space, as per the contract.
"Whew, wool! Were there maybe too many eggs in the morning?"
"Nope, only had four pots of beer, why?"
"Oh, friends, so the smell, that will be another experience..."
"Yes, now I smell it too. But it makes me think of chemical toilets where the chemistry isn't enough."
"So like wool."
Everyone looked puzzled until Hotte said, "...yes, exactly...like you, Wolle."
"Now the note is dying down a bit, just slightly sulphurous again."
"I smell charred flesh there, too. Surely this is a sci-fi convention and not a cannibal convention?"
"Yes, Totty, now let's get into the bonk."
Once inside, the largest booth was reserved for Wolle's Eleven and later there would be some sort of fairground boxing - only with beer instead of boxes. Anyone could challenge Wolle, Hotte, Udo and the like. The latter, by the way, was dressed as a Mandalorian. Not because he had any relation to it, but the organizers wanted to avoid that Udo held his bloated likeness into the camera.
The men parted the crowd like Moses parted the sea. This time it wasn't Wolle's hydrophobia but Eau de Space. The organizers noticed this and immediately approached Wolle at the booth: "Wolle, could have at least done a cat wash! You smell as if someone had cut off your leg with hot metal and the wound now stinks to high heaven! You didn't do that, did you?"
"That's your eau de space, friends. It smells warmly sulphurous as well as chemical. So if that's how it smells in space, don't bother. I'll stay here in Herne. Or was there a problem with the sanitary facilities in the shuttle when you wanted to capture the scent? Can happen sometimes."
"Course there is also none. We'll market that as a themed scent. Also smells like burnt rubber somehow, right? Or after tires in hot weather left a few days. It will be bought. Udo, what are you doing? Leave the helmet on, I just had breakfast!"
The rest of the day they let themselves get drunk for the fans and the new spectacled bear facility at the zoo and signed autographs, Wolle also accidentally blank checks. "So what do you want on it? Kiss on the nut, for my very best friend C. R. Ava-Che?" "Yes, please. It's for a friend...."
Then eventually it was closing time and the men were glad to be through it all. "It's a terrible smell! Gotta take it as a concept that way. But now we've got it over with!"
Wolle cleared his throat, "....Friends, there's also the Eau de Luna and I got us signed up for both scents....."
Anyway, this fragrance was now called Eau de Space, the scent of space that is. Wool and his dressed up for this as planned. Wolle as Chewbeerca, Totty as R2Bier2, Hotte as C3BierO and Ilse, Wolle's wife, in spirit and more in Wolle's mind as Ilsabber the Hud. The costumes were no accident. At the time, Wolle was kept in the monkey enclosure at Dortmund Zoo for three nights before it was noticed that the one monkey wasn't eating, was grabbing visitors in excess and stealing beer bottles. Totty came to his costume in a drunken state because of his eloquence and Hotte? He had his Manta foiled in the same glittery hue in which one knew the original robot.
So it went off to the convention with the Millennium Falcon, here a Bierbollerwagen. Before that, you had to perfume yourself with Eau de Space, as per the contract.
"Whew, wool! Were there maybe too many eggs in the morning?"
"Nope, only had four pots of beer, why?"
"Oh, friends, so the smell, that will be another experience..."
"Yes, now I smell it too. But it makes me think of chemical toilets where the chemistry isn't enough."
"So like wool."
Everyone looked puzzled until Hotte said, "...yes, exactly...like you, Wolle."
"Now the note is dying down a bit, just slightly sulphurous again."
"I smell charred flesh there, too. Surely this is a sci-fi convention and not a cannibal convention?"
"Yes, Totty, now let's get into the bonk."
Once inside, the largest booth was reserved for Wolle's Eleven and later there would be some sort of fairground boxing - only with beer instead of boxes. Anyone could challenge Wolle, Hotte, Udo and the like. The latter, by the way, was dressed as a Mandalorian. Not because he had any relation to it, but the organizers wanted to avoid that Udo held his bloated likeness into the camera.
The men parted the crowd like Moses parted the sea. This time it wasn't Wolle's hydrophobia but Eau de Space. The organizers noticed this and immediately approached Wolle at the booth: "Wolle, could have at least done a cat wash! You smell as if someone had cut off your leg with hot metal and the wound now stinks to high heaven! You didn't do that, did you?"
"That's your eau de space, friends. It smells warmly sulphurous as well as chemical. So if that's how it smells in space, don't bother. I'll stay here in Herne. Or was there a problem with the sanitary facilities in the shuttle when you wanted to capture the scent? Can happen sometimes."
"Course there is also none. We'll market that as a themed scent. Also smells like burnt rubber somehow, right? Or after tires in hot weather left a few days. It will be bought. Udo, what are you doing? Leave the helmet on, I just had breakfast!"
The rest of the day they let themselves get drunk for the fans and the new spectacled bear facility at the zoo and signed autographs, Wolle also accidentally blank checks. "So what do you want on it? Kiss on the nut, for my very best friend C. R. Ava-Che?" "Yes, please. It's for a friend...."
Then eventually it was closing time and the men were glad to be through it all. "It's a terrible smell! Gotta take it as a concept that way. But now we've got it over with!"
Wolle cleared his throat, "....Friends, there's also the Eau de Luna and I got us signed up for both scents....."
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