Andromeda, victimized daughter under skies of pasta

Chained Andromeda is, chained to a wet rock in El Ferrol, offered in sacrifice to the tricolor reptile: mascot and humble dragon of the Bay of Biscay, the French Republic and the PSOE

her crime? Being the daughter of the vain Cassiopeia, who dared to declare herself more beautiful than the Nereids, caressing her own tits in front of mirror. 

Now the daughter is offered to the furores of the quadruped ophidian to mitigate the indignation of the nymphs of the sea, because the Oracle of Apollo said so, while her odious and obscene mother is at her castle in the Pyrénées-Atlantiques, surrounded by lovers and dildoes.


Lost and easy prey of the small dragon Andromeda is, lost and wondering why she has to pay for the impiety of her mother:

the marine air of Biarritz brings trash and metalloids flying, and the red Andromeda's hair look like the mane of a heavy metal bassist:

while she is wondering why once again, and the laughable dragon comes closer to bite her tiptoe, a hero appears on the firmament, riding a winged equine... what's his name?

No one knows. He may be Perseus, or Proteus, or Prosaicus

his name is not important, the important thing is that he and his winjed horse are a-comin' to save the princessness of Andromeda, and to kill the dwarfed reptile that spits tepid and weak fire, like a Magiclick.

Perseus, or Proteus, or Prosaicus kills the dragoon by violent sablazo on the head of the saurian, breaks the chains of Andromeda telephasically, and kidnaps her on horse all at the same time:





is at 4 PM when, through rear-view mirror, eating a Danone Activia yogurt with bifidus regularis, you see them escaping toward Zaragoza:
the hero and Andromeda, victimized daughter under skies of pasta.