Stan J. Lefosi wrote:

He went there with an improved V2 rocket !




As the mighty A17 blasted forth from the south polar opening to the
hollow Earth, Der Fuhrer could not help congratulate his luck....or was
it his DESTINY.... in having survived the war against the
Jewish/Bolshevik powers that stood against his Reich....already the
Russians had fallen into total anarchy and corruption, as was the fate
of all the imperfect non-Aryan peoples of the world...soon, with the aid
of the Atlantian Super-Science preserved at the Earth's core after the
fall of the last moon, the true destiny of humanity would be achieved-
with HIMSELF as it's leader!
Setting a course 180 degrees opposite of the Moon, so as to arrive there
quickly via the secret of the Glacial Cosmos Knowledge, and navigating
by the reflections of the lights of Earth's cities (that fools mistook
for stars) on the interior of the ice shell that surrounded creation,
the third stage of the Moon-missile approached the thin ice shield that
protects Earth from the deluge of the dark waters without at an altitude
of 100 kilometers- mighty Krupp-steel power saws mounted on the ship's
nose and tail fins quickly excised a perfectly shaped hole to allow it's
passage to the ball of glittering ice that is the Moon. "Somewhere near
the Himalayas, it shall rain today! I wonder if The Secret Chiefs shall
notice?" thought The Hero Of The Germanic People's...and indeed, it did
soon start to rain in Agartha, and the nine Wise Old Men activated the
Vril Umbrella Shield over The Temple Of Secret Knowledge, and then
retired to theTeslanic Televisor Chamber to watch reruns of "The X-Files".
Having traversed the ten thousand kilometers to the Moon, the winged A9
derived final stage lowered itself onto the shadow-blackened terminator
of that petite sphere of so much destiny and potential
destruction...soon the Subhuman Selinite Uberbugs would be slave
laborers, and both The Crater Cuties and Mare Maidens impregnated with
the frozen wolf-seed that that The Highmost had been daily collecting
from his single testicle over the proceeding 55 years.
In his immaculately tailored night-black spacesuit, Der Fuhrer cut an
impressive figure indeed as he strode onto the Lunar surface, the last
black strands of hair not yet missing from his coif and mustache due the
his weekly injections of pineal-gland extract from kidnapped Swedish
schoolboys.
Soon, as expected, the radiant blonde Moonwomen began to approach him,
their vulnerable femininity unable to resist the raw sexual power of his
presence, as was ever the case in regards to him and the inferior sex.
They looked like dazzling Valkyries in the reflected Earthlight, there
glistening mylar dresses seeming to make them part of the sky itself as
each reflected the stars and Earth above in the around one square meter
of clothing that faced the Mighty One.
Then, as if by the command of Nietsche's Zarathustra himself, the sun
rose; and Der Alt-Vater Hitler stood surrounded in a veritable cathedral
of light, as the sun struck the silvery folds of all the Moon women's
clothing simultaneously! "Der...Wunder!" he exclaimed....as his black
spacesuit melted in the tens of millions of candlepowers that struck
him, and he burst into flames, and was completly consumed in
seconds...on Earth, a scientist noted a brief flare of light in the
mysterious Guth Region of the Moon, where physical and optical laws
seemed not to apply, and anything was liable to happen sooner or later.
"Must have been another vampire..." snorted Lunatrix between the
snapping of her gum.
"Yeah...we sure do get enough of 'em- half the whacko's in the solar
system show up here!" replied Slutlena, filing her nails.
Meanwhile, Dyeanna had made an amazing discovery in the spaceship: "Hey
girls! Anybody up for a little SPERMBALL fight?"

Pat