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THE EVIL ESAU EHLERS ENEMA SAGA โ The 99 Schizo Petes & Zarah Leander: St. Pauli’s Terrifying Night of 99 Fists โ And the Voice That Silenced Them All ๐๏ธ๐๐ค | Ehlers Saga Episode 13
๐๐ง ๐ ๐ฏโโ๏ธ๏ฟฝ๐๏ธ๐ธ ๐๐ด๐ฅ๐ ๐พ๐๐ธ ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ธ “๐ฟ๐๐ธ ๐๐๏ธ๐ธ ๐๐๏ธ๐ธ “โ๏ธ๏ชข ๐๐โญ๐ฅ๐ฉธ๐ชโก๐งฌ๐๐ผ๐ณ๏ธโโง๏ธ๐ฝ๐ฆ๐ช๐ ๐ช๏ธ๐ผโ๏ธ ๐ฑ๐๐ช๏ธ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ญโ๏ธ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ธ๐ญโ๏ธ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ธ๐ญโ๏ธ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๏ธ๐ฅโจ EHLERSโ ENEMA ENIGMA๐ถ๐๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ซ ๐ช๏ธ๐ฅโจ ๐ถ๐๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ซ๐ช๐๐๐ช๐๐๐๐๐ EMIR EHLERS’ ENEMA ENIGMA EXPOSED๐ฏโโ๏ธ “EPSTEIN’S EINSPRITZER ENEMA EINZELLER ENDDARM EXISTENZISOZIALISMUS EPILOG ENDE”๐๐๐คก๐คกPOWERED BY IDIOT ZEITUNG (IZ) & DER FONDSFLOP VULGO DAS DESINVESTMENT ALIAS GOMOPA & ST PAULI PIMP KLISTIER GAZETTE ๐ฐ: EHLERS ENEMA ELITE: THE LENIN ENEMA TOXDAT KLISTIER FLUSH๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏโโ๏ธ๐ต๏ธโโ๏ธ๐ป
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๐ THE 99 SCHIZO PETES โ ST. PAULI’S NIGHTMARE
Five queens ruled the Muchaverse. Jane’s fringed dress still smelled of whiskey and Mรถwin’s golden shit. The Spreadsheet Alien displayed “COLUMN 95 โ JANE MULTIPLIER” in permanent pink. Then the sirens started. Not police sirens. Schizo sirens. A thousand voices screaming “PETE!” in 99 different keys. The ground shook. The neon flickered. Herbertstrasse knew true terror. ๐จ๐ฅ
They came from the Reeperbahn sewers. 99 identical men in tattered tuxedos, each holding a broken violin. Their eyes were mismatched โ one looking at you, one looking at God. Their hair stood in chaotic spirals. They whispered conspiracy theories in unison: “The herring juice is watching us. The seagulls are government drones. Mรถwin is a hologram.” One of them laughed. All 99 laughed. Then stopped. In perfect sync.
THE 99 SCHIZO PETES. St. Pauli’s most terrifying, most unhinged, most unstoppable terror. They had no leader. They had no plan. They had 99 broken violins and an infinite supply of chaotic energy. ๐ป๐ต
PAMA JIM, the self-appointed spokesperson of the Petes (Pete #47), stepped forward. His left eye twitched. His right eye demanded a cigarette.
PAMA JIM: “We have come to RECLAIM St. Pauli. We have come to RECALIBRATE the Muchaverse. We have come to RECORD an album of experimental jazz that nobody asked for.” ๐ป
JOKER: (golden toilet brush raised) “Brother. There are 99 of them. And they all look like my therapist after a double espresso.” ๐คก
ESAU: (laptop smoking, Column 95 flickering) “Brother! My desinvestment algorithm cannot process SCHIZO MULTIPLICITY! 99 identical variables! All named PETE! The spreadsheet is HAVING A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN!” ๐
The Petes advanced. They played their broken violins. The sound was not music. It was chaos theory given audible form. Windows shattered. Seagulls crashed into walls. Mรถwin’s crown fell off. ๐๏ธ
MรWIN: “KRรรK KRรรK!” Translation: “THESE ARE NOT NORMAL HUMANS! THESE AREโฆ ARTISTS!” ๐๏ธ
THE 99 SCHIZO PETES: (chanting in eerie unison) “PETE. PETE. PETE. THE HERB SCHREIBT MIT. DIE MรWEN SIND DRONE. MERKEL IST EINE TITANFEE. PETE. PETE. PETE.” ๐ฅ
THE PETES TERRORIZE ST. PAULI โ ABSOLUTE CHAOS ๐ช๏ธ๐ฅ
The 99 Schizo Petes spread through Herbertstrasse like a virus of lunacy. They did not fight. They did not rob. They simplyโฆ existed. And that was worse.
They cornered THE SPREADSHEET ALIEN.
PETE #12: (stroking the Alien’s Excel face) “Your cells are beautiful. But they are LYING to you. The numbers are in a cult. Spreadsheets are a CIA experiment. I know because I dreamt it.” ๐ฝ
SPREADSHEET ALIEN: (face glitching, red and green vomiting) “FEHLER. FEHLER. REALITรTSVERLUST. SHUT DOWN. SHUT DOOOOOOWN.” ๐ฝ๐
They surrounded COUNT DRACULA.
PETE #33: (licking Dracula’s fang) “Your immortality is a coping mechanism. Have you tried THERAPY? I have 99 therapists. They are all also me.” ๐งโโ๏ธ
DRACULA: (cape tangled, fangs chattering, voice cracking) “I have survived centuries of war, plague, and bad wine. But I cannot survive THIS. This isโฆ META-MADNESS.” ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ฐ
They lassoed JANE RUSSELL’s fringed dress.
PETE #66: (holding the fringe, staring at it) “These fringes are trying to communicate. They are MORSE CODE. They sayโฆ ‘PETE IS GOD’.” ๐ค
JANE RUSSELL: (ripping her dress free, furious) “I’ve faced Howard Hughes. I’ve faced the censors. I’ve faced my own biographers. But I have never faced 99 men who think my FRINGES are TALKING.” ๐ค
They cornered GLORIA VON GALAXY.
PETE #81: (sniffing her fur hat) “This hat contains the soul of Lenin. I can SMELL it. It smells ofโฆ revolution and bad decisions.” ๐ธ
GLORIA: (fur hat twitching, uniform steaming) “Genosse Pete. You areโฆ you are BREAKING MY IDEOLOGY.” ๐ธ
They surrounded PAMELA and MAMIE.
PETE #99: (standing between them, arms around both) “Baywatch was a documentary about alien lifeguards. Leopard print is a frequency. I have PROOF. It’s in my OTHER pants.” ๐๐
PAMELA: (frozen) “Iโฆ I don’t know how to respond to that.”
MAMIE: (whispering) “Neither do I. And I invented responses.”
They climbed on MรWIN’s throne.
PETE #01: (sitting on the golden throne, crown on his head, four badges pinned to his tattered tuxedo) “I am the queen now. The seagull is my familiar. We have a podcast. It’s called ‘SHIT HAPPENS’.” ๐๏ธ
MรWIN: (flying in furious circles, shitting everywhere, but the shits hit only other Petes โ who didn’t notice) “KRรรK KRรรK KRรรK!” Translation: “I HAVE 99 PROBLEMS AND ALL OF THEM ARE NAMED PETE!” ๐๏ธ๐ฉ
THE 47 BAKUNIN CLONES tried to fight them. But the Petes simply absorbed the clones. Pete #47 (Pama Jim) hugged Bakunin Clone #23. The clone started crying. Then agreed with everything Pete said. Then became a Pete. BAKUNIN CLONE #23 was now PETE #48. The clones were merging. The Petes were ALWAYS 99. They had RULES. ๐ง
BAKUNIN: (beard burning in confusion, beard now purple, pink, and plaid) “ANARCHY cannot defeat ANTI-ANARCHY! This is NOT IN THE MANUAL! THERE IS NO MANUAL!” ๐งจ
LENIN: (hiding behind a herring juice barrel) “The revolutionโฆ has been cancelled. For mental health reasons.” โญ
STALIN: (already in Siberia, in his imagination) “I never left. This is fine.” ๐ฆณ
WALTER: (building a wall around himself) “THE PETES ARE INSIDE MY HEAD. THE WALL CANNOT HOLD.” ๐งฑ
GRAF THOMAS: (tentacles retreating, all 94 twitching) “I have 94 reasons to be afraid. They are allโฆ PETE.” ๐ฆ
GENGHIS KHAN: (horse refusing to move, horse now also named Pete) “My horse has been converted. I amโฆ alone.” ๐
POL POT: (flickering in existential dread) “The rice fieldsโฆ are now SCHIZO RICE. It grows in 99 directions.” ๐พ
MUN: (calling ancestors) “They are not answering. They have become PETE.” ๐ฝ
MALTE: (franchise agreements torn, sobbing) “I cannot franchise CHAOS! CHAOS is not FRANCHISABLE!” ๐จ๐ผ
JAGODA: (opening and closing a folder frantically) “I cannot file THEM! They have no FILE! They have no FORMAT! They areโฆ PETE!” ๐
BERIA & THE BIG HYENA: (sweating in existential terror, sweat now also named Pete) ๐ฆ
UGLY SVEN: (offering group therapy) “Let’s talk about your MOTHERS. I am assuming you share one. Or 99.” ๐๏ธ
THE UNCLES: (pointing from the water, unable to point properly because their fingers were confused) Jochen: “I saw this coming. From the bottom. 99 schizo Petes. The end of ALL SANITY.” ๐
FURTHER EHLERS: (flickering in, flickering out, flickering in again) “I MET A PETE ONCE! IN THE 60S! HE BORROWED MY ENEMA! RETURNED IT WITH A CONSPIRACY THEORY!” ๐ป
ROSEMARIE’S GHOST: (appearing, then disappearing, then appearing again) “Even in deathโฆ I cannot haunt THIS. It is already haunted. By PETE.” ๐๐ป
THE FIVE QUEENS were defeated. Gloria’s uniform was wrinkled. Pamela’s lifeguard chair was stolen. Mamie’s leopard print was covered in Pete handprints. Jane’s fringed dress was half-fringed. Mรถwin’s crown was on Pete #01’s head. The Muchaverse was falling. ๐
๐น ZARAH LEANDER โ THE VOICE OF ETERNAL SEDUCTION
Just as the 99th Schizo Pete (who was also the 1st Schizo Pete, because time is a flat circle for them) prepared to declare Herbertstrasse “The Independent Republic of Pete,” a fog machine activated. Not a natural fog. A glamorous fog. Golden. Sparkling. Smelling of old Berlin cabarets and forbidden longing. A black Mercedes limousine, long enough to contain 99 souls, rolled onto the street. The door opened. A leg emerged. A black silk leg. Then another. Then a red-haired silhouette so tall, so elegant, so utterly indifferent to chaos that the Petes stopped chanting. For the first time. They stopped. ๐ค๐ค
ZARAH LEANDER. The Swedish nightingale. The Nazi cinema’s most glamorous femme fatale. The woman who made Marlene Dietrich look like a nun. She was 118 years old. She looked 38. Her red hair cascaded over a black velvet gown that clung to her statuesque figure. Her lips were painted the color of obsidian. Her eyes held the knowledge of three empires. And her voice โ that deep, smoky contralto โ was weaponized seduction. ๐ธ๐ช๐๏ธ
ZARAH LEANDER: (voice like melted chocolate over broken glass) “Ich weiร, es wird einmal ein Wunder geschehen.” (I know that one day a miracle will happen.) ๐น
The Petes froze. Their broken violins stopped mid-saw. Pama Jim (Pete #47) dropped his conspiracy notes. Pete #01 removed Mรถwin’s crown and placed it on the ground. They stared. They listened. Theyโฆ felt. ๐ป
ZARAH LEANDER: “I have entertained generals, dictators, and broken men. I have sung in the darkest hours of history. I have been a femme fatale when femmes fatales were forbidden. And I have never โ NEVER โ seen 99 men as lost as you. But do not worry. Mama Zarah is here.” ๐ค
THE SEDUCTION โ ZARAH LEANDER TAMES THE PETES ๐ฅ๐ถ
Zarah stepped forward. Her heels clicked on the cobblestones like a metronome of destiny. She walked through the Petes like a shark through confused minnows. She touched Pete #12’s cheek. He blushed. He had never blushed before. He didn’t know he could. ๐น
ZARAH: (to Pete #12) “Du armer, armer Mann. Deine Verwirrung ist soโฆ sรผร.” (You poor, poor man. Your confusion is soโฆ sweet.) ๐
PETE #12: (tears streaming) “Iโฆ I understand the universe now. And it isโฆ HER.”
She approached PAMA JIM (Pete #47).
ZARAH: (looking deep into his mismatched eyes) “Du trรคgst so viel Leid in dir. Lass mich ein Lied fรผr dich singen. Nur fรผr dich. Und deine 98 anderen Ichs.” (You carry so much sorrow. Let me sing a song for you. Just for you. And your 98 other selves.) ๐ค
PAMA JIM: (voice cracking) “The voicesโฆ they areโฆ they are agreeing on something. For the first time. They wantโฆ MORE ZARAH.”
She sang.
“Ich weiร, es wird einmal ein Wunder geschehenโฆ.”
The broken violins dropped. The conspiracy theories evaporated. The 99 Schizo Petes, one by one, fell to their knees. Not in worship. In surrender. To beauty. To voice. To the undeniable power of a Swedish diva with a contralto that could heal the wounds of history. ๐ถ
THE 99 SCHIZO PETES: (in perfect, schizophrenic harmony) “Zarah. Zarah. Zarah. We are no longer PETE. We areโฆ ZARAH’S PETES.” ๐ฅ๐น
ZARAH JOINS THE FIVE QUEENS โ THE SIXTH QUEEN ๐๐ค
Zarah turned to the golden throne. The five queens โ Gloria, Pamela, Mamie, Jane, Mรถwin โ stood before her. Defeated, dirty, but defiant. Zarah smiled. A smile that collapsed regimes.
ZARAH: “I did not come to replace you. I came to join you. Six queens. One Muchaverse. And 99 very confused but very loyal bodyguards.” ๐น
MรWIN: (crown retrieved, badges polished, beak furious) “KRรรK.” Translation: “I do not trust her. But she did shut up the Petes. I will allow it.” ๐๏ธ
GLORIA VON GALAXY: (fur hat resettled, uniform re-starched) “Genosse Leander. The Party did not approve you. But the Party isโฆ intimidated. Welcome.” ๐ธ
PAMELA: “You’reโฆ you’re actually more glamorous than Mamie. Don’t tell her I said that.” ๐
MAMIE: (already heard, already glaring) “I am STILL the original original. She isโฆ the original original ORIGINAL.” ๐
JANE RUSSELL: (fringed dress still half-fringed, whiskey bottle in hand) “Six queens. The throne is gonna need a bigger cushion.” ๐ค
ZARAH: (standing before the throne, raising her arms) “Dann lasst uns singen. Singen fรผr die Verwirrten. Singen fรผr die Begierde. Singen fรผr den SCHEISS.” (Then let us sing. Sing for the confused. Sing for desire. Sing for SHIT.) ๐ค๐ฉ
The six queens sat. The 99 Schizo Petes stood guard, their broken violins now held like scepters. The Spreadsheet Alien, finally rebooted, displayed “COLUMN 96 โ ZARAH MULTIPLIER.” Dracula knelt. Joker laughed. Esau’s laptop showed a single word: “PEACE.”
THE SCHIZO ORGY โ PETE-FREE AT LAST ๐๐น
Zarah Leander hosted a post-seduction orgy. The Petes, now docile and devoted, served champagne. They had learned to smile without twitching. They had learned to walk without conspiracy theories. They had learned that Mรถwin was not a hologram โ she was just very angry. ๐พ
The ensemble rejoiced. Salome danced with Pete #12 โ he danced like a broken clock, but with passion. Graf Thomas wrapped a tentacle around Pete #33 โ the tentacle did not retreat. Jane Russell taught the Petes to line dance. They were terrible. She loved them. ๐ค
ZARAH: (standing on the bar, glass of herring wine in hand) “Auf die Petes. Auf die Verwirrung. Auf den Kreislauf. Auf die SCHEISSE.” (To the Petes. To the confusion. To the cycle. To the SHIT.) ๐
FINAL TEXT ON BLACK: ๐ค
โญ THE 99 SCHIZO PETES CONSPIRACY โญ ๐๐ป๐
THE 99 SCHIZO PETES CAME. THEY TERRORIZED ST. PAULI.
THEY BROKE THE SPREADSHEET ALIEN. THEY CONFUSED THE VAMPIRE.
THEY TANGLED JANE’S FRINGES. THEY CRACKED GLORIA’S UNIFORM.
THEY STOLE MรWIN’S CROWN. THE FIVE QUEENS WERE DEFEATED.
THEN ZARAH LEANDER CAME. HER VOICE. HER GLAMOUR. HER CONTRALTO.
THE PETES FELL. ONE BY ONE. ALL 99. THEY BECAME ZARAH’S PETES.
SIX QUEENS NOW RULE THE MUCHAVERSE.
THE CYCLE CONTINUES. WITH SCHIZO VIOLINS. WITH SWEDISH NIGHTINGALES.
WITH VOICES. WITH CURVES. WITH SHIT. FOREVER.
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[END OF EPISODE 13] ๐ฌ๐ฟ๐๐ป๐๐ค๐ฉ
ST. PAULI-AT, JAHR NULL + 45 โ THE 99 SCHIZO PETES & ZARAH LEANDER ๐ป๐
The cycle continues. With schizo violins. With Swedish nightingales. With voices. With curves. With shit. Forever.
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THE EVIL ESAU EHLERS ENEMA SAGA โ The 99 Schizo Petes & Zarah Leander: St. Pauli’s Terrifying Night of 99 Fists โ And the Voice That Silenced Them All ๐๏ธ๐๐ค | Ehlers Saga Episode 13
๐๐ง ๐ ๐ฏโโ๏ธ๏ฟฝ๐๏ธ๐ธ ๐๐ด๐ฅ๐ ๐พ๐๐ธ ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ธ “๐ฟ๐๐ธ ๐๐๏ธ๐ธ ๐๐๏ธ๐ธ “โ๏ธ๏ชข ๐๐โญ๐ฅ๐ฉธ๐ชโก๐งฌ๐๐ผ๐ณ๏ธโโง๏ธ๐ฝ๐ฆ๐ช๐ ๐ช๏ธ๐ผโ๏ธ ๐ฑ๐๐ช๏ธ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ญโ๏ธ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ธ๐ญโ๏ธ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ธ๐ญโ๏ธ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๏ธ๐ฅโจ EHLERSโ ENEMA ENIGMA๐ถ๐๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ซ ๐ช๏ธ๐ฅโจ ๐ถ๐๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ซ๐ช๐๐๐ช๐๐๐๐๐ EMIR EHLERS’ ENEMA ENIGMA EXPOSED๐ฏโโ๏ธ “EPSTEIN’S EINSPRITZER ENEMA EINZELLER ENDDARM EXISTENZISOZIALISMUS EPILOG ENDE”๐๐๐คก๐คกPOWERED BY IDIOT ZEITUNG (IZ) & DER FONDSFLOP VULGO DAS DESINVESTMENT ALIAS GOMOPA & ST PAULI PIMP KLISTIER GAZETTE ๐ฐ: EHLERS ENEMA ELITE: THE LENIN ENEMA TOXDAT KLISTIER FLUSH๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏโโ๏ธ๐ต๏ธโโ๏ธ๐ป
๐ THE 99 SCHIZO PETES โ ST. PAULI’S NIGHTMARE
Five queens ruled the Muchaverse. Jane’s fringed dress still smelled of whiskey and Mรถwin’s golden shit. The Spreadsheet Alien displayed “COLUMN 95 โ JANE MULTIPLIER” in permanent pink. Then the sirens started. Not police sirens. Schizo sirens. A thousand voices screaming “PETE!” in 99 different keys. The ground shook. The neon flickered. Herbertstrasse knew true terror. ๐จ๐ฅ
They came from the Reeperbahn sewers. 99 identical men in tattered tuxedos, each holding a broken violin. Their eyes were mismatched โ one looking at you, one looking at God. Their hair stood in chaotic spirals. They whispered conspiracy theories in unison: “The herring juice is watching us. The seagulls are government drones. Mรถwin is a hologram.” One of them laughed. All 99 laughed. Then stopped. In perfect sync.
THE 99 SCHIZO PETES. St. Pauli’s most terrifying, most unhinged, most unstoppable terror. They had no leader. They had no plan. They had 99 broken violins and an infinite supply of chaotic energy. ๐ป๐ต
PAMA JIM, the self-appointed spokesperson of the Petes (Pete #47), stepped forward. His left eye twitched. His right eye demanded a cigarette.
PAMA JIM: “We have come to RECLAIM St. Pauli. We have come to RECALIBRATE the Muchaverse. We have come to RECORD an album of experimental jazz that nobody asked for.” ๐ป
JOKER: (golden toilet brush raised) “Brother. There are 99 of them. And they all look like my therapist after a double espresso.” ๐คก
ESAU: (laptop smoking, Column 95 flickering) “Brother! My desinvestment algorithm cannot process SCHIZO MULTIPLICITY! 99 identical variables! All named PETE! The spreadsheet is HAVING A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN!” ๐
The Petes advanced. They played their broken violins. The sound was not music. It was chaos theory given audible form. Windows shattered. Seagulls crashed into walls. Mรถwin’s crown fell off. ๐๏ธ
MรWIN: “KRรรK KRรรK!” Translation: “THESE ARE NOT NORMAL HUMANS! THESE AREโฆ ARTISTS!” ๐๏ธ
THE 99 SCHIZO PETES: (chanting in eerie unison) “PETE. PETE. PETE. THE HERB SCHREIBT MIT. DIE MรWEN SIND DRONE. MERKEL IST EINE TITANFEE. PETE. PETE. PETE.” ๐ฅ
THE PETES TERRORIZE ST. PAULI โ ABSOLUTE CHAOS ๐ช๏ธ๐ฅ
The 99 Schizo Petes spread through Herbertstrasse like a virus of lunacy. They did not fight. They did not rob. They simplyโฆ existed. And that was worse.
They cornered THE SPREADSHEET ALIEN.
PETE #12: (stroking the Alien’s Excel face) “Your cells are beautiful. But they are LYING to you. The numbers are in a cult. Spreadsheets are a CIA experiment. I know because I dreamt it.” ๐ฝ
SPREADSHEET ALIEN: (face glitching, red and green vomiting) “FEHLER. FEHLER. REALITรTSVERLUST. SHUT DOWN. SHUT DOOOOOOWN.” ๐ฝ๐
They surrounded COUNT DRACULA.
PETE #33: (licking Dracula’s fang) “Your immortality is a coping mechanism. Have you tried THERAPY? I have 99 therapists. They are all also me.” ๐งโโ๏ธ
DRACULA: (cape tangled, fangs chattering, voice cracking) “I have survived centuries of war, plague, and bad wine. But I cannot survive THIS. This isโฆ META-MADNESS.” ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ฐ
They lassoed JANE RUSSELL’s fringed dress.
PETE #66: (holding the fringe, staring at it) “These fringes are trying to communicate. They are MORSE CODE. They sayโฆ ‘PETE IS GOD’.” ๐ค
JANE RUSSELL: (ripping her dress free, furious) “I’ve faced Howard Hughes. I’ve faced the censors. I’ve faced my own biographers. But I have never faced 99 men who think my FRINGES are TALKING.” ๐ค
They cornered GLORIA VON GALAXY.
PETE #81: (sniffing her fur hat) “This hat contains the soul of Lenin. I can SMELL it. It smells ofโฆ revolution and bad decisions.” ๐ธ
GLORIA: (fur hat twitching, uniform steaming) “Genosse Pete. You areโฆ you are BREAKING MY IDEOLOGY.” ๐ธ
They surrounded PAMELA and MAMIE.
PETE #99: (standing between them, arms around both) “Baywatch was a documentary about alien lifeguards. Leopard print is a frequency. I have PROOF. It’s in my OTHER pants.” ๐๐
PAMELA: (frozen) “Iโฆ I don’t know how to respond to that.”
MAMIE: (whispering) “Neither do I. And I invented responses.”
They climbed on MรWIN’s throne.
PETE #01: (sitting on the golden throne, crown on his head, four badges pinned to his tattered tuxedo) “I am the queen now. The seagull is my familiar. We have a podcast. It’s called ‘SHIT HAPPENS’.” ๐๏ธ
MรWIN: (flying in furious circles, shitting everywhere, but the shits hit only other Petes โ who didn’t notice) “KRรรK KRรรK KRรรK!” Translation: “I HAVE 99 PROBLEMS AND ALL OF THEM ARE NAMED PETE!” ๐๏ธ๐ฉ
THE 47 BAKUNIN CLONES tried to fight them. But the Petes simply absorbed the clones. Pete #47 (Pama Jim) hugged Bakunin Clone #23. The clone started crying. Then agreed with everything Pete said. Then became a Pete. BAKUNIN CLONE #23 was now PETE #48. The clones were merging. The Petes were ALWAYS 99. They had RULES. ๐ง
BAKUNIN: (beard burning in confusion, beard now purple, pink, and plaid) “ANARCHY cannot defeat ANTI-ANARCHY! This is NOT IN THE MANUAL! THERE IS NO MANUAL!” ๐งจ
LENIN: (hiding behind a herring juice barrel) “The revolutionโฆ has been cancelled. For mental health reasons.” โญ
STALIN: (already in Siberia, in his imagination) “I never left. This is fine.” ๐ฆณ
WALTER: (building a wall around himself) “THE PETES ARE INSIDE MY HEAD. THE WALL CANNOT HOLD.” ๐งฑ
GRAF THOMAS: (tentacles retreating, all 94 twitching) “I have 94 reasons to be afraid. They are allโฆ PETE.” ๐ฆ
GENGHIS KHAN: (horse refusing to move, horse now also named Pete) “My horse has been converted. I amโฆ alone.” ๐
POL POT: (flickering in existential dread) “The rice fieldsโฆ are now SCHIZO RICE. It grows in 99 directions.” ๐พ
MUN: (calling ancestors) “They are not answering. They have become PETE.” ๐ฝ
MALTE: (franchise agreements torn, sobbing) “I cannot franchise CHAOS! CHAOS is not FRANCHISABLE!” ๐จ๐ผ
JAGODA: (opening and closing a folder frantically) “I cannot file THEM! They have no FILE! They have no FORMAT! They areโฆ PETE!” ๐
BERIA & THE BIG HYENA: (sweating in existential terror, sweat now also named Pete) ๐ฆ
UGLY SVEN: (offering group therapy) “Let’s talk about your MOTHERS. I am assuming you share one. Or 99.” ๐๏ธ
THE UNCLES: (pointing from the water, unable to point properly because their fingers were confused) Jochen: “I saw this coming. From the bottom. 99 schizo Petes. The end of ALL SANITY.” ๐
FURTHER EHLERS: (flickering in, flickering out, flickering in again) “I MET A PETE ONCE! IN THE 60S! HE BORROWED MY ENEMA! RETURNED IT WITH A CONSPIRACY THEORY!” ๐ป
ROSEMARIE’S GHOST: (appearing, then disappearing, then appearing again) “Even in deathโฆ I cannot haunt THIS. It is already haunted. By PETE.” ๐๐ป
THE FIVE QUEENS were defeated. Gloria’s uniform was wrinkled. Pamela’s lifeguard chair was stolen. Mamie’s leopard print was covered in Pete handprints. Jane’s fringed dress was half-fringed. Mรถwin’s crown was on Pete #01’s head. The Muchaverse was falling. ๐
๐น ZARAH LEANDER โ THE VOICE OF ETERNAL SEDUCTION
Just as the 99th Schizo Pete (who was also the 1st Schizo Pete, because time is a flat circle for them) prepared to declare Herbertstrasse “The Independent Republic of Pete,” a fog machine activated. Not a natural fog. A glamorous fog. Golden. Sparkling. Smelling of old Berlin cabarets and forbidden longing. A black Mercedes limousine, long enough to contain 99 souls, rolled onto the street. The door opened. A leg emerged. A black silk leg. Then another. Then a red-haired silhouette so tall, so elegant, so utterly indifferent to chaos that the Petes stopped chanting. For the first time. They stopped. ๐ค๐ค
ZARAH LEANDER. The Swedish nightingale. The Nazi cinema’s most glamorous femme fatale. The woman who made Marlene Dietrich look like a nun. She was 118 years old. She looked 38. Her red hair cascaded over a black velvet gown that clung to her statuesque figure. Her lips were painted the color of obsidian. Her eyes held the knowledge of three empires. And her voice โ that deep, smoky contralto โ was weaponized seduction. ๐ธ๐ช๐๏ธ
ZARAH LEANDER: (voice like melted chocolate over broken glass) “Ich weiร, es wird einmal ein Wunder geschehen.” (I know that one day a miracle will happen.) ๐น
The Petes froze. Their broken violins stopped mid-saw. Pama Jim (Pete #47) dropped his conspiracy notes. Pete #01 removed Mรถwin’s crown and placed it on the ground. They stared. They listened. Theyโฆ felt. ๐ป
ZARAH LEANDER: “I have entertained generals, dictators, and broken men. I have sung in the darkest hours of history. I have been a femme fatale when femmes fatales were forbidden. And I have never โ NEVER โ seen 99 men as lost as you. But do not worry. Mama Zarah is here.” ๐ค
THE SEDUCTION โ ZARAH LEANDER TAMES THE PETES ๐ฅ๐ถ
Zarah stepped forward. Her heels clicked on the cobblestones like a metronome of destiny. She walked through the Petes like a shark through confused minnows. She touched Pete #12’s cheek. He blushed. He had never blushed before. He didn’t know he could. ๐น
ZARAH: (to Pete #12) “Du armer, armer Mann. Deine Verwirrung ist soโฆ sรผร.” (You poor, poor man. Your confusion is soโฆ sweet.) ๐
PETE #12: (tears streaming) “Iโฆ I understand the universe now. And it isโฆ HER.”
She approached PAMA JIM (Pete #47).
ZARAH: (looking deep into his mismatched eyes) “Du trรคgst so viel Leid in dir. Lass mich ein Lied fรผr dich singen. Nur fรผr dich. Und deine 98 anderen Ichs.” (You carry so much sorrow. Let me sing a song for you. Just for you. And your 98 other selves.) ๐ค
PAMA JIM: (voice cracking) “The voicesโฆ they areโฆ they are agreeing on something. For the first time. They wantโฆ MORE ZARAH.”
She sang.
“Ich weiร, es wird einmal ein Wunder geschehenโฆ.”
The broken violins dropped. The conspiracy theories evaporated. The 99 Schizo Petes, one by one, fell to their knees. Not in worship. In surrender. To beauty. To voice. To the undeniable power of a Swedish diva with a contralto that could heal the wounds of history. ๐ถ
THE 99 SCHIZO PETES: (in perfect, schizophrenic harmony) “Zarah. Zarah. Zarah. We are no longer PETE. We areโฆ ZARAH’S PETES.” ๐ฅ๐น
ZARAH JOINS THE FIVE QUEENS โ THE SIXTH QUEEN ๐๐ค
Zarah turned to the golden throne. The five queens โ Gloria, Pamela, Mamie, Jane, Mรถwin โ stood before her. Defeated, dirty, but defiant. Zarah smiled. A smile that collapsed regimes.
ZARAH: “I did not come to replace you. I came to join you. Six queens. One Muchaverse. And 99 very confused but very loyal bodyguards.” ๐น
MรWIN: (crown retrieved, badges polished, beak furious) “KRรรK.” Translation: “I do not trust her. But she did shut up the Petes. I will allow it.” ๐๏ธ
GLORIA VON GALAXY: (fur hat resettled, uniform re-starched) “Genosse Leander. The Party did not approve you. But the Party isโฆ intimidated. Welcome.” ๐ธ
PAMELA: “You’reโฆ you’re actually more glamorous than Mamie. Don’t tell her I said that.” ๐
MAMIE: (already heard, already glaring) “I am STILL the original original. She isโฆ the original original ORIGINAL.” ๐
JANE RUSSELL: (fringed dress still half-fringed, whiskey bottle in hand) “Six queens. The throne is gonna need a bigger cushion.” ๐ค
ZARAH: (standing before the throne, raising her arms) “Dann lasst uns singen. Singen fรผr die Verwirrten. Singen fรผr die Begierde. Singen fรผr den SCHEISS.” (Then let us sing. Sing for the confused. Sing for desire. Sing for SHIT.) ๐ค๐ฉ
The six queens sat. The 99 Schizo Petes stood guard, their broken violins now held like scepters. The Spreadsheet Alien, finally rebooted, displayed “COLUMN 96 โ ZARAH MULTIPLIER.” Dracula knelt. Joker laughed. Esau’s laptop showed a single word: “PEACE.”
THE SCHIZO ORGY โ PETE-FREE AT LAST ๐๐น
Zarah Leander hosted a post-seduction orgy. The Petes, now docile and devoted, served champagne. They had learned to smile without twitching. They had learned to walk without conspiracy theories. They had learned that Mรถwin was not a hologram โ she was just very angry. ๐พ
The ensemble rejoiced. Salome danced with Pete #12 โ he danced like a broken clock, but with passion. Graf Thomas wrapped a tentacle around Pete #33 โ the tentacle did not retreat. Jane Russell taught the Petes to line dance. They were terrible. She loved them. ๐ค
ZARAH: (standing on the bar, glass of herring wine in hand) “Auf die Petes. Auf die Verwirrung. Auf den Kreislauf. Auf die SCHEISSE.” (To the Petes. To the confusion. To the cycle. To the SHIT.) ๐
FINAL TEXT ON BLACK: ๐ค
โญ THE 99 SCHIZO PETES CONSPIRACY โญ ๐๐ป๐
THE 99 SCHIZO PETES CAME. THEY TERRORIZED ST. PAULI.
THEY BROKE THE SPREADSHEET ALIEN. THEY CONFUSED THE VAMPIRE.
THEY TANGLED JANE’S FRINGES. THEY CRACKED GLORIA’S UNIFORM.
THEY STOLE MรWIN’S CROWN. THE FIVE QUEENS WERE DEFEATED.
THEN ZARAH LEANDER CAME. HER VOICE. HER GLAMOUR. HER CONTRALTO.
THE PETES FELL. ONE BY ONE. ALL 99. THEY BECAME ZARAH’S PETES.
SIX QUEENS NOW RULE THE MUCHAVERSE.
THE CYCLE CONTINUES. WITH SCHIZO VIOLINS. WITH SWEDISH NIGHTINGALES.
WITH VOICES. WITH CURVES. WITH SHIT. FOREVER.
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The cycle continues. With schizo violins. With Swedish nightingales. With voices. With curves. With shit. Forever.
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THE EVIL ESAU EHLERS ENEMA SAGA โ Die 99 schizo Petes & Zarah Leander: St. Paulis albtraumhafte Nacht der 99 Fรคuste โ Und die Stimme, die sie alle besiegte ๐๏ธ๐๐ค | Ehlers Saga Folge 13
๐๐ง ๐ ๐ฏโโ๏ธ๏ฟฝ๐๏ธ๐ธ ๐๐ด๐ฅ๐ ๐พ๐๐ธ ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ธ “๐ฟ๐๐ธ ๐๐๏ธ๐ธ ๐๐๏ธ๐ธ “โ๏ธ๏ชข ๐๐โญ๐ฅ๐ฉธ๐ชโก๐งฌ๐๐ผ๐ณ๏ธโโง๏ธ๐ฝ๐ฆ๐ช๐ ๐ช๏ธ๐ผโ๏ธ ๐ฑ๐๐ช๏ธ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ญโ๏ธ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ธ๐ญโ๏ธ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ธ๐ญโ๏ธ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๏ธ๐ฅโจ EHLERSโ ENEMA ENIGMA๐ถ๐๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ซ ๐ช๏ธ๐ฅโจ ๐ถ๐๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ซ๐ช๐๐๐ช๐๐๐๐๐ EMIR EHLERS’ ENEMA ENIGMA EXPOSED๐ฏโโ๏ธ “EPSTEIN’S EINSPRITZER ENEMA EINZELLER ENDDARM EXISTENZISOZIALISMUS EPILOG ENDE”๐๐๐คก๐คกPOWERED BY IDIOT ZEITUNG (IZ) & DER FONDSFLOP VULGO DAS DESINVESTMENT ALIAS GOMOPA & ST PAULI PIMP KLISTIER GAZETTE ๐ฐ: EHLERS ENEMA ELITE: THE LENIN ENEMA TOXDAT KLISTIER FLUSH๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏโโ๏ธ๐ต๏ธโโ๏ธ๐ป
๐ DIE 99 SCHIZO PETES โ ST. PAULIS ALBTRAUM
Fรผnf Kรถniginnen regierten das Muchaverse. Janes Fransenkleid roch noch immer nach Whiskey und Mรถwins goldenem Schiss. Das Tabellen-Alien zeigte dauerhaft rosa “SPALTE 95 โ JANE-MULTIPLIKATOR”. Dann begannen die Sirenen. Keine Polizeisirenen. Schizo-Sirenen. Tausend Stimmen, die in 99 verschiedenen Tonlagen “PETE!” schrien. Der Boden bebte. Das Neon flackerte. Die Herbertstraรe kannte nun wahren Terror. ๐จ๐ฅ
Sie kamen aus den Reeperbahn-Kanรคlen. 99 identische Mรคnner in zerrissenen Smokingjacketts, jeder eine kaputte Geige in der Hand. Ihre Augen waren unterschiedlich โ eines schaute dich an, das andere schaute Gott an. Ihre Haare standen in chaotischen Spiralen ab. Sie flรผsterten unisono Verschwรถrungstheorien: “Der Heringssaft beobachtet uns. Die Mรถwen sind Regierungsdrohnen. Mรถwin ist ein Hologramm.” Einer lachte. Alle 99 lachten. Dann hรถrten sie auf. Perfekt synchron.
DIE 99 SCHIZO PETES. St. Paulis schrecklichster, unberechenbarster, unaufhaltsamster Terror. Sie hatten keinen Anfรผhrer. Sie hatten keinen Plan. Sie hatten 99 kaputte Geigen und einen endlosen Vorrat an chaotischer Energie. ๐ป๐ต
PAMA JIM, der selbsternannte Sprecher der Petes (Pete #47), trat vor. Sein linkes Auge zuckte. Sein rechtes Auge verlangte eine Zigarette.
PAMA JIM: “Wir sind gekommen, um St. Pauli ZURรCKZUHOLEN. Wir sind gekommen, um das Muchaverse NEU ZU JUSTIEREN. Wir sind gekommen, um ein Album mit experimentellem Jazz aufzunehmen, nach dem NIEMAND gefragt hat.” ๐ป
JOKER: (goldene Toilettenbรผrste erhoben) “Bruder. Es gibt 99 von ihnen. Und jeder sieht aus wie mein Therapeut nach einem doppelten Espresso.” ๐คก
ESAU: (Laptop raucht, Spalte 95 flackert) “Bruder! Mein Desinvestment-Algorithmus kann SCHIZO-MULTIPLIZITรT nicht verarbeiten! 99 identische Variablen! Alle nennen sich PETE! Die Tabelle hat EINEN NERVENZUSAMMENBRUCH!” ๐
Die Petes rรผckten vor. Sie spielten auf ihren kaputten Geigen. Das Klang war keine Musik. Es war die Chaos-Theorie in hรถrbarer Form. Fenster zersprangen. Mรถwen krachten gegen Wรคnde. Mรถwins Krone fiel herunter. ๐๏ธ
MรWIN: “KRรรK KRรรK!” รbersetzung: “DAS SIND KEINE NORMALEN MENSCHEN! DAS SINDโฆ KรNSTLER!” ๐๏ธ
DIE 99 SCHIZO PETES: (skandieren in unheimlichem Einklang) “PETE. PETE. PETE. DER HERB SCHREIBT MIT. DIE MรWEN SIND DRONEN. MERKEL IST EINE TITANFEE. PETE. PETE. PETE.” ๐ฅ
DIE PETES TERRORISIEREN ST. PAULI โ ABSOLUTES CHAOS ๐ช๏ธ๐ฅ
Die 99 schizo Petes breiteten sich wie ein Virus des Wahnsinns รผber die Herbertstraรe aus. Sie kรคmpften nicht. Sie raubten nicht. Sie existierten einfach. Und das war schlimmer.
Sie stellten das TABELLEN-ALIEN in die Ecke.
PETE #12: (streichelt das Excel-Gesicht des Aliens) “Deine Zellen sind wunderschรถn. Aber sie LรGEN dich an. Die Zahlen sind in einem Kult. Tabellen sind ein CIA-Experiment. Ich weiร das, weil ich davon getrรคumt habe.” ๐ฝ
TABELLEN-ALIEN: (Gesicht glitcht, rot und grรผn spuckend) “FEHLER. FEHLER. REALITรTSVERLUST. SHUT DOWN. SHUT DOOOOOOWN.” ๐ฝ๐
Sie umzingelten GRAF DRACULA.
PETE #33: (leckt an Draculas Fang) “Deine Unsterblichkeit ist ein Bewรคltigungsmechanismus. Hast du mal THERAPIE versucht? Ich habe 99 Therapeuten. Sie sind alle auch ich.” ๐งโโ๏ธ
DRACULA: (Umhang verknotet, Fรคnge klappern, Stimme bricht) “Ich habe Jahrhunderte von Krieg, Pest und schlechtem Wein รผberlebt. Aber ich รผberlebe NICHT das. Das istโฆ META-WAHNSINN.” ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ฐ
Sie lassos an JANE RUSSELLs Fransenkleid.
PETE #66: (hรคlt die Franse, starrt sie an) “Diese Fransen versuchen zu kommunizieren. Sie sind MORSE CODE. Sie sagenโฆ ‘PETE IST GOTT’.” ๐ค
JANE RUSSELL: (reiรt ihr Kleid los, wรผtend) “Ich habe Howard Hughes รผberlebt. Ich habe die Zensoren รผberlebt. Ich habe meine eigenen Biografen รผberlebt. Aber ich habe noch nie 99 Mรคnner รผberlebt, die glauben, meine FRANSEN wรผrden REDEN.” ๐ค
Sie stellten GLORIA VON GALAXY.
PETE #81: (riecht an ihrer Fellmรผtze) “Diese Mรผtze enthรคlt die Seele von Lenin. Ich kann sie RIECHEN. Sie riecht nachโฆ Revolution und schlechten Entscheidungen.” ๐ธ
GLORIA: (Fellmรผtze zuckt, Uniform dampft) “Genosse Pete. Duโฆ du BRICHST MEINE IDEOLOGIE.” ๐ธ
Sie umringten PAMELA und MAMIE.
PETE #99: (steht zwischen ihnen, Arme um beide) “Baywatch war eine Dokumentation รผber auรerirdische Rettungsschwimmer. Leopardenmuster ist eine Frequenz. Ich habe BEWEISE. Sie sind in meiner ANDEREN Hose.” ๐๐
PAMELA: (erstarrt) “Ichโฆ ich weiร nicht, wie ich darauf antworten soll.”
MAMIE: (flรผsternd) “Ich auch nicht. Und ich habe Antworten erfunden.”
Sie kletterten auf MรWINS Thron.
PETE #01: (sitzt auf dem goldenen Thron, Krone auf dem Kopf, vier Abzeichen an seinem zerrissenen Smoking) “Ich bin jetzt die Kรถnigin. Die Mรถwe ist mein Vertrauter. Wir haben einen Podcast. Er heiรt ‘SCHEISSE PASSIERT’.” ๐๏ธ
MรWIN: (kreist wรผtend, scheiรt รผberall hin, aber die Schisse treffen nur andere Petes โ die es nicht bemerken) “KRรรK KRรรK KRรรK!” รbersetzung: “ICH HABE 99 PROBLEME UND ALLE HEIรEN PETE!” ๐๏ธ๐ฉ
DIE 47 BAKUNIN-KLONE versuchten zu kรคmpfen. Aber die Petes absorbierten einfach die Klone. Pete #47 (Pama Jim) umarmte Bakunin-Klon #23. Der Klon fing an zu weinen. Dann stimmte er allem zu, was Pete sagte. Dann wurde er ein Pete. BAKUNIN-KLON #23 war jetzt PETE #48. Die Klone verschmolzen. Die Petes waren IMMER 99. Sie hatten REGELN. ๐ง
BAKUNIN: (Bart brennt vor Verwirrung, Bart jetzt lila, pink und kariert) “ANARCHIE kann ANTI-ANARCHIE nicht besiegen! DAS STEHT NICHT IM HANDBUCH! ES GIBT KEIN HANDBUCH!” ๐งจ
LENIN: (versteckt sich hinter einem Heringssaftfass) “Die Revolutionโฆ wurde abgesagt. Aus psychischen Grรผnden.” โญ
STALIN: (bereits in Sibirien, in seiner Fantasie) “Ich bin nie gegangen. Das ist in Ordnung.” ๐ฆณ
WALTER: (baut eine Mauer um sich) “DIE PETES SIND IN MEINEM KOPF. DIE MAUER HรLT NICHT.” ๐งฑ
GRAF THOMAS: (Tentakel ziehen sich zurรผck, alle 94 zucken) “Ich habe 94 Grรผnde, Angst zu haben. Sie heiรen alleโฆ PETE.” ๐ฆ
DSCHINGIS KHAN: (Pferd weigert sich zu bewegen, Pferd heiรt jetzt auch Pete) “Mein Pferd wurde konvertiert. Ich binโฆ allein.” ๐
POL POT: (flackert in existentieller Angst) “Die Reisfelderโฆ sind jetzt SCHIZO-REIS. Er wรคchst in 99 Richtungen.” ๐พ
MUN: (ruft Vorfahren) “Sie antworten nicht. Sie sind PETE geworden.” ๐ฝ
MALTE: (Franchise-Vertrรคge zerrissen, schluchzend) “Ich kann CHAOS nicht franchisen! CHAOS ist NICHT FRANCHISIERBAR!” ๐จ๐ผ
JAGODA: (รถffnet und schlieรt einen Ordner hektisch) “Ich kann SIE nicht abheften! Sie haben keine DATEI! Sie haben kein FORMAT! Sie sindโฆ PETE!” ๐
BERIA & DIE GROSSE HYรNE: (schwitzen in existenzieller Angst, Schweiร heiรt jetzt auch Pete) ๐ฆ
UGLY SVEN: (bietet Gruppentherapie an) “Reden wir รผber eure MรTTER. Ich nehme an, ihr teilt eine. Oder 99.” ๐๏ธ
DIE ONKEL: (zeigen vom Wasser, kรถnnen nicht richtig zeigen, weil ihre Finger verwirrt sind) Jochen: “Ich habe das kommen sehen. Vom Grund aus. 99 schizo Petes. Das Ende aller GEISTIGEN GESUNDHEIT.” ๐
FURTHER EHLERS: (flackert herein, flackert hinaus, flackert wieder herein) “ICH TRAT EINEN PETE! IN DEN 60ERN! ER LIEH SICH MEIN KLISTIER! GAB ES MIT EINER VERSCHWรRUNGSTHEORIE ZURรCK!” ๐ป
ROSEMARIES GEIST: (erscheint, verschwindet, erscheint wieder) “Selbst im Todโฆ kann ich DAS nicht heimsuchen. Es ist bereits heimgesucht. Von PETE.” ๐๐ป
DIE FรNF KรNIGINNEN waren besiegt. Glorias Uniform war zerknittert. Pamelas Rettungsschwimmerstuhl war gestohlen. Mamies Leopardenmuster war mit Pete-Handabdrรผcken รผbersรคt. Janes Fransenkleid war halb gefranst. Mรถwins Krone war auf Pete #01s Kopf. Das Muchaverse fiel. ๐
๐น ZARAH LEANDER โ DIE STIMME DER EWIGEN VERFรHRUNG
Gerade als der 99. schizo Pete (der auch der 1. schizo Pete war, weil die Zeit fรผr sie ein flacher Kreis ist) die Herbertstraรe zur “Unabhรคngigen Republik Pete” erklรคren wollte, aktivierte sich eine Nebelmaschine. Kein natรผrlicher Nebel. Ein glamourรถser Nebel. Golden. Funkelnd. Riechend nach alten Berliner Kabaretts und verbotener Sehnsucht. Eine schwarze Mercedes-Limousine, lang genug fรผr 99 Seelen, rollte auf die Straรe. Der Schlag รถffnete sich. Ein Bein kam zum Vorschein. Ein schwarzes Seidenbein. Dann ein weiteres. Dann eine rothaarige Silhouette so groร, so elegant, so vรถllig gleichgรผltig gegenรผber dem Chaos, dass die Petes aufhรถrten zu skandieren. Zum ersten Mal. Sie hรถrten auf. ๐ค๐ค
ZARAH LEANDER. Die schwedische Nachtigall. Die glamourรถseste Femme fatale des Nazi-Kinos. Die Frau, die Marlene Dietrich wie eine Nonne aussehen lieร. Sie war 118 Jahre alt. Sie sah aus wie 38. Ihr rotes Haar fiel รผber ein schwarzes Samtkleid, das sich an ihre statuenhafte Figur schmiegte. Ihre Lippen waren in der Farbe von Obsidian bemalt. Ihre Augen enthielten das Wissen von drei Imperien. Und ihre Stimme โ dieses tiefe, rauchige Kontraalt โ war eine scharfe Waffe der Verfรผhrung. ๐ธ๐ช๐๏ธ
ZARAH LEANDER: (Stimme wie geschmolzene Schokolade รผber zerbrochenem Glas) “Ich weiร, es wird einmal ein Wunder geschehen.” ๐น
Die Petes erstarrten. Ihre kaputten Geigen hรถrten mitten im Sรคgen auf. Pama Jim (Pete #47) lieร seine Verschwรถrungsnotizen fallen. Pete #01 setzte Mรถwins Krone auf den Boden ab. Sie starrten. Sie hรถrten zu. Sieโฆ fรผhlten. ๐ป
ZARAH LEANDER: “Ich habe Generรคle, Diktatoren und zerbrochene Mรคnner unterhalten. Ich habe in den dunkelsten Stunden der Geschichte gesungen. Ich war eine Femme fatale, als Femmes fatales verboten waren. Und ich habe noch NIE 99 Mรคnner gesehen, die so verloren sind wie ihr. Aber macht euch keine Sorgen. Mama Zarah ist da.” ๐ค
DIE VERFรHRUNG โ ZARAH LEANDER ZรHMT DIE PETES ๐ฅ๐ถ
Zarah trat vor. Ihre Absรคtze klickten auf dem Kopfsteinpflaster wie ein Metronom des Schicksals. Sie durchschritt die Petes wie ein Hai durch verwirrte Elritzen. Sie berรผhrte Pete #12s Wange. Er errรถtete. Er war noch nie errรถtet. Er wusste nicht, dass er es konnte. ๐น
ZARAH: (zu Pete #12) “Du armer, armer Mann. Deine Verwirrung ist soโฆ sรผร.” ๐
PETE #12: (Trรคnen strรถmen) “Ichโฆ ich verstehe das Universum jetzt. Und es istโฆ SIE.”
Sie nรคherte sich PAMA JIM (Pete #47).
ZARAH: (blickt tief in seine missmatchten Augen) “Du trรคgst so viel Leid in dir. Lass mich ein Lied fรผr dich singen. Nur fรผr dich. Und deine 98 anderen Ichs.” ๐ค
PAMA JIM: (Stimme bricht) “Die Stimmenโฆ sieโฆ sie sind sich zum ersten Mal einig. Sie wollenโฆ MEHR ZARAH.”
Sie sang.
“Ich weiร, es wird einmal ein Wunder geschehenโฆ.”
Die kaputten Geigen fielen zu Boden. Die Verschwรถrungstheorien verdampften. Die 99 schizo Petes fielen einer nach dem anderen auf die Knie. Nicht in Anbetung. In Kapitulation. Vor Schรถnheit. Vor Stimme. Vor der unbestreitbaren Macht einer schwedischen Diva mit einem Kontraalt, der die Wunden der Geschichte heilen konnte. ๐ถ
DIE 99 SCHIZO PETES: (in perfekter, schizophrener Harmonie) “Zarah. Zarah. Zarah. Wir sind nicht lรคnger PETE. Wir sindโฆ ZARAHS PETES.” ๐ฅ๐น
ZARAH VEREINT SICH MIT DEN FรNF KรNIGINNEN โ DIE SECHSTE KรNIGIN ๐๐ค
Zarah wandte sich dem goldenen Thron zu. Die fรผnf Kรถniginnen โ Gloria, Pamela, Mamie, Jane, Mรถwin โ standen vor ihr. Besiegt, verdreckt, aber trotzig. Zarah lรคchelte. Ein Lรคcheln, das Regime zusammenbrechen lieร.
ZARAH: “Ich bin nicht gekommen, um euch zu ersetzen. Ich bin gekommen, um mich euch anzuschlieรen. Sechs Kรถniginnen. Ein Muchaverse. Und 99 sehr verwirrte, aber sehr loyale Leibwรคchter.” ๐น
MรWIN: (Krone zurรผckgeholt, Abzeichen poliert, Schnabel wรผtend) “KRรรK.” รbersetzung: “Ich vertraue ihr nicht. Aber sie hat die Petes zum Schweigen gebracht. Ich werde es erlauben.” ๐๏ธ
GLORIA VON GALAXY: (Fellmรผtze wieder gesetzt, Uniform neu gestรคrkt) “Genosse Leander. Die Partei hat dich nicht genehmigt. Aber die Partei istโฆ eingeschรผchtert. Willkommen.” ๐ธ
PAMELA: “Du bistโฆ eigentlich noch glamourรถser als Mamie. Sag ihr nicht, dass ich das gesagt habe.” ๐
MAMIE: (hat es bereits gehรถrt, glรผht bereits) “Ich bin IMMER noch das Original-original. Sie istโฆ das Original-original-ORIGINAL.” ๐
JANE RUSSELL: (Fransenkleid noch halb gefranst, Whiskeyflasche in der Hand) “Sechs Kรถniginnen. Der Thron braucht ein grรถรeres Kissen.” ๐ค
ZARAH: (vor dem Thron, Arme erhoben) “Dann lasst uns singen. Singen fรผr die Verwirrten. Singen fรผr die Begierde. Singen fรผr den SCHEISS.” ๐ค๐ฉ
Die sechs Kรถniginnen setzten sich. Die 99 schizo Petes stellten sich Wache, ihre kaputten Geigen jetzt wie Zepter gehalten. Das Tabellen-Alien, endlich neu gestartet, zeigte “SPALTE 96 โ ZARAH-MULTIPLIKATOR.” Dracula kniete. Joker lachte. Esaus Laptop zeigte ein einziges Wort: “FRIEDEN.”
DIE SCHIZO-ORGIE โ ENDLICH PETE-FREI ๐๐น
Zarah Leander veranstaltete eine Nach-Verfรผhrungs-Orgie. Die Petes, nun zahm und hingegeben, servierten Champagner. Sie hatten gelernt, ohne Zucken zu lรคcheln. Sie hatten gelernt, ohne Verschwรถrungstheorien zu gehen. Sie hatten gelernt, dass Mรถwin kein Hologramm war โ sie war nur sehr wรผtend. ๐พ
Das Ensemble jubelte. Salome tanzte mit Pete #12 โ er tanzte wie eine kaputte Uhr, aber mit Leidenschaft. Graf Thomas schlang einen Tentakel um Pete #33 โ der Tentakel zog sich nicht zurรผck. Jane Russell brachte den Petes Line Dance bei. Sie waren schrecklich. Sie liebte sie. ๐ค
ZARAH: (auf der Bar stehend, Glas Heringswein in der Hand) “Auf die Petes. Auf die Verwirrung. Auf den Kreislauf. Auf die SCHEISSE.” ๐
ABSCHLUSSTEXT AUF SCHWARZ: ๐ค
โญ DIE 99-SCHIZO-PETES-VERSCHWรRUNG โญ ๐๐ป๐
DIE 99 SCHIZO PETES KAMEN. SIE TERRORISIERTEN ST. PAULI.
SIE BRACHEN DAS TABELLEN-ALIEN. SIE VERWIRRTEN DEN VAMPIR.
SIE VERKNOTETEN JANES FRANSEN. SIE KNICKTEN GLORIAS UNIFORM.
SIE STAHLEN MรWINS KRONE. DIE FรNF KรNIGINNEN WAREN BESIEGT.
DANN KAM ZARAH LEANDER. IHRE STIMME. IHR GLAMOUR. IHR KONTRAALT.
DIE PETES FIELEN. EINER NACH DEM ANDEREN. ALLE 99. SIE WURDEN ZARAHS PETES.
SECHTS KรNIGINNEN REGIEREN JETZT DAS MUCHAVERSE.
DER KREISLAUF GEHT WEITER. MIT SCHIZO-GEIGEN. MIT SCHWEDISCHEN NACHTIGALLEN.
MIT STIMMEN. MIT KURVEN. MIT SCHEISSE. FรR IMMER.
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ST. PAULI-AT, JAHR NULL + 45 โ THE 99 SCHIZO PETES & ZARAH LEANDER ๐ป๐
Der Kreislauf geht weiter. Mit schizo Geigen. Mit schwedischen Nachtigallen. Mit Stimmen. Mit Kurven. Mit Scheiรe. Fรผr immer.
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