Professor Stinky and the Planet

I don’t take well to threats. Stinky is going down for a long time.

Harry Hogg
3 min readJan 14, 2024
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I didn’t see the cops until I pulled the car into the driveway. Two burly bastards got out of the squad car.

“Are you Mr. Harry Hogg?” The first goon asked.

“Who wants to fucking know?”

“We’ve had a complaint that you’re harassing a well-known scientist, accusing him publicly of contaminating the atmosphere,” said the second goon.

“That Prof. Stinky, eh. Have you goons got nothing better to do than chase me when an environmental terrorist is working at the College of Environmental Studies? He’s going to destroy the world single-handed,” I told the goons.

“And you know more than Professor Stinky, is that right?”

“Do you goons know how much carbon dioxide the 6 billion people on earth exhale daily?”

“We’re cops, sir, not scientists!” Number one goon says.

“Cops, yes, not exactly Think Tanks, are you?”

“If you continue to harass the professor, we will have to take you in and cite you.”

“And what do goons do about a scientist who let a green fog into the atmosphere? Do you know the airline industry was brought to a standstill? That children were kept home, and millions thought we were being invaded by Martians. Who did you cite for that little mistake, Mr. Scotch Mist?”

“It's just a warning this time, Mr. Hogg. Any more of it, and the President of the College will seek your arrest and imprisonment.”

“Oh, her, Kelly Elliot! What a daydreamer that woman is. She believes Prof Stinky will save the Earth! That’s the kind of people teaching the kids in our colleges,” I said as the goons walked back to their car.

I collected my milk and bread and went into the house. I have a plan for the professor.

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