Nested Parodies: another new author, and a different plot!
Three parodies here:
- the situation (several writers fit this)
- the characters (just one, of course)
- one of the quotes
Not all are books.
The Rushdie hooked the crippled Mahomet 496 with her main tractor beam, and as Captain Andrey led the boarders through the boarding tube he cried in his great voice, “Follow me who can”.
Entering the command area, they found only dead Musselmen crisped by Rushdie’s boosted EMP. But then the door to the engine room swung open, and the French charged through, fronted by their traditional Human Shield, in this case ten cloned 18-year-old Virgin Galactic Space Attendants, who cried piteously to the Rushdies to spare them.
Jim carefully calibrated his stunner, felled the ladies, and rushed at the enemy with a loud cry of, “At them, lads!” The Musselmen commenced a violent plunging fire using petrol cans, uttering bloodthirsty cries of “Allah Akbar!”, “Vive Le Caliphate!”, “Islamophobia Pigs!”, and “We Know Our Rights!”.
Undaunted the Rushdies advanced with a great cheer, and plied their laser sabres vigorously. Within five minutes all of the enemy were dead or incapacitated and Mahomet 496’s AI crashed.
Cheers, then a great cry of, “She’s struck!”
The Rushdies turned to resuscitating the Human Shields, who, as one, cried, “Hands off, sailor!” Jim, after careful thought, proposed a joke to the Accountant. Shoulders heaving, he gasped, “Those Frenchies forgot to take their virgins!” Cedric smiled, thinly.
Pushing returned with his search party, reported the ship clear, and presented a released prisoner, Space Lieutenant Singh of the Indian Space Force, who had been shot down in his Shiva hemispheric protection vehicle.
“Pray sir, how did you become captive?” asked young Waddington suspiciously. The dusky space aviator drawled, “There were farve of theym. Ah got fawer”.
“I give you joy sir”, said Jim.