The Doomed Folder: Death by Deletion?

“The Doomed Folder: Death by Deletion?” - Episode 253

🚨 THE DOOMED FOLDER: DEATH BY DELETION? 🚨

Nicki Rodriguez and Diroctor Bizzig "Zig" Gneeecey have been kidnapped by the ruthless Markmen—and things are about to get far worse. 😱

After watching their possessions, evidence, and even Gneeecey himself get digitally stuffed into a mysterious computer folder labeled "DOOMED," Nicki finds herself dragged deeper into the terrifying Mierkolatory. There, amid explosions, interrogation rooms, armed alien gangsters, and a shocking case of mistaken evidence, the Markmen are convinced they've uncovered a conspiracy. 🔫💻👽

Meanwhile, poor Yammicles the teddy bear becomes the unlikely victim of a brutal interrogation that sends thousand-dollar bills flying across the room. 💸🧸

As accusations fly, tempers explode, and AK-47s appear, Nicki and Gneeecey may be only moments away from permanent deletion. Can they escape before the Markmen pull the trigger—or has their fate already been sealed inside Folder Three?

🎭 In this episode of Perswayssick Radio: Unearthly Comedy:
 ✅ Alien gangsters
 ✅ Sci-fi kidnapping
 ✅ Dark comedy chaos
 ✅ The mysterious Mierkolatory
 ✅ Yammicles in trouble
 ✅ Nicki Rodriguez adventures
 ✅ Gneeecey's latest disaster
 ✅ Interrogation, suspense & absurdity
 ✅ Comedy science fiction storytelling
 ✅ Serialized audio drama fun

If you love The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, comedic sci-fi adventures, bizarre alien worlds, eccentric characters, and laugh-out-loud audio fiction, you're in the right dimension! 🌌😂

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Transcript

Transcript / “The Doomed Folder: Death by Deletion?” - Episode 253, by Vicki Solá.

(Based on material from THE GETAWAY THAT GOT AWAY by Vicki Solá  (© 2011, Full Court Press) 

All content © 2026 Perswayssick Radio: Unearthly Comedy. 

SFX: [Horror Scary Moment]

NARRATOR VICKI SOLÁ:  In our last episode….

“Time to make a new file,” proclaimed the Markman. Fake-looking teeth clenched, he minimized my solar system SFX: [Electronic Button] [Spaceship, Resonant], opened another application SFX: [Electronic Button] [Magic Summons], and dragged a folder into the screen’s upper right corner. SFX: [Cartoon Slip]
 Gneeecey watched through his knees, fascinated as Mark’s peeling fingers flew across the keyboard like amber lightning. SFX: [Electronic Button] [Computer Keyboard] [Spaceship, Resonant]  “How about we name this new file ‘Doomed’ ?” SFX: [Computer Keyboard] “That’ll be perfect.”
“Yeah,” agreed the rookie. “Perfect!”
“Now,” continued the senior Markman, rotating his mouse’s ring SFX: [Spaceship Resonant], “we wouldn’t want this new folder to feel empty an’ unwanted, would we?”
I gaped spellbound as my portfolio swam above the alien’s head and merged with its gradually materializing onscreen image. SFX: [Eerie Musical Logo] As the Markman stashed my case away in his folder SFX: [Cartoon Slip], my precious zippered navy jacket drifted right past my face. The very instant I reached for it, the coat coalesced seamlessly with its virtual image. SFX: [Eerie Musical Logo] Mark whisked it into the file he’d named “Doomed.” SFX: [Cartoon Slip]
I felt the blood rush from my head.
“Okay, Doc,” began the Markman, as he displayed a page on his screen filled with numbered cubes, “let’s play a game.”

“Okay. I love games!’

“Pick any number, from two to ten.”
Gneeecey’s head tilted. “Threeeee.”
“Three it is,” Mark agreed affably. Clicking twice SFX: [Electronic Button x 2], he snapped his fingers SFX: [Finger Snaps] and zapped Gneeecey off his feet, right past my face, and into the computer screen.  SFX: [Eerie Musical Logo] Another manipulation of the mouse shrank the good diroctor down to the size of a large housefly. SFX: [Spaceship, Resonant]
The senior Markman looked me up and down. “Shut ’cha mouth, ergzap—ya want planes to fly in?” Laughing, the Markman dragged a microscopic Gneeecey, kicking and screaming [Yaaaah! Halp!], into the folder labelled “Doomed,” SFX: [Electronic Button] then deposited the dossier and its condemned contents inside Cube Three. SFX: [Cartoon Slip] [Eerie Musical Logo]

SFX: [Eerie Musical Logo]

NICKI RODRIGUEZ:  Brown-haired Mark held his pistol to my temple. SFX: [Metal Click 4] “Let’s go.”

“Where?” I asked, limping out into the dark hallway. SFX: [Footsteps Concrete]

He rammed his weapon into my ribs. “I do the askin’. Walk.”

“Why’d you bother kidnapping us if all along you could’ve could zapped us here with your
 computers?”
 “They were down. Ya always gotta have a backup plan.”
 I sighed. I didn’t.
 “Now, stop askin’ dumb questions an’ move!”
The moment I stepped forward, a thunderous boom rattled beneath us, slamming me into the wall. SFX: [Explosion] I tumbled to the floor as a second explosion rumbled through the building. SFX: [Explosion] A series of short, rhythmic blasts followed, accompanied by metallic squeaks. SFX: [Machine Pistons]
I sat shivering and perspiring at the same time. “What the—”
“Jus’ the mierkolatin’ pistons pumpin’,” said Mark, checking his glowing lime-green wristwatch. “First production shift jus’ came on…. Ya know somethin’?  I could blow you away here, right now—wit’ all this racket, nobody’d even notice.” His narrowed eyes lit up.
Mine widened.
“Now geddup awready an’ walk.”
“I’m freezing,” I whispered, staggering to my feet. “Wish I had my jacket.”
“You’ll wish ya had more than that if ya don’t come clean.”
“I—I still don’t understand—”
“Stop playin’ stupid, ya alien Earthling ergzap. Wit’ everythin’ we got on you, we can put’cha away for years—or worse.”
“But—”
“Over here.” He shoved me up against Interrogation Three’s closed door. “You’re next.”

SFX: [Whip]
 “Oooooooow!” howled Gneeecey, on the other side. “Stop!”
Mark jammed his peeling amber face into mine. He stank, like a mixture of moldy mierk and gasoline. “They’re whippin’ him for your lies. You’re gettin’ a real beating—by proxy!”
“What’s in the coat?” demanded a harsh voice inside the room. “This navy job here, wit’ all them zippers?”
I clutched my sides.
“Go through her pockets,” suggested Gneeecey. “She’s the one ya want—she double-crossed us!”
“Oh, man!” exclaimed a muffled voice.
“Tie that tighter! Now, where are the codes?”
“How’s about we crash this little party?” asked brown-haired Mark, banging his gun on the door. SFX: [Door Knock Metal]
It creaked open slowly. SFX: [Metal Door Open]
“Whadda nice surprise,” gushed a falsetto-voiced, blond, big-nosed Mark, arranging an imaginary bouffant hairdo with one hand and clutching a .44 magnum in his other. “If I knew youse was comin’, I woulda baked a cake!”
“Well,” replied the dark-haired Markman, “if I knew I was comin’, I woulda brung somethin’. Oh—I did! I brung her.” He jammed the barrel of his revolver into my spine. SFX: [Metal Click 4]
I peered over the blond’s beefy shoulder, as a whip sliced through the air.  It hit its target, with an ugly, cracking sound. SFX: [Whip] [Rustling Papers]
“Ooooooow!” shrilled Gneeecey. I winced.
Murky eyes dancing with delight, the blond Markman, gracious host that he was, moved aside. “C’mon in.”
I wobbled into the room SFX: [Footsteps Concrete] and stopped short. SFX: [Whip] [Rustling Papers]
There, tied up in a chair, sat Gneeecey’s missing teddy bear Yammicles, hemorrhaging thousand dollar bills. SFX: [Whip] [Rustling Papers]
“Ig!” yowled Gneeecey, “they’re whippin’ him!”
“That’s our dough!” growled blond, big-nosed Mark.
Teeth gritted, redheaded, broken-nosed Mark turned his lash on the sea of magazines spilling out of my portfolio. SFX: [Whip] [Rustling Papers] “Doc, you knew all along that them lousy codes weren’t in here!”
“They stinkin’ were—I swear! Someone musta stoled ’em!”
The Markman’s swamp-green eyes flashed with desperation. “I’m gonna ask ya one more time, where are they?”
“Heh, heh, why don’cha put the Ig into your computer there an’ drag ’em outta her?” proposed Gneeecey.
“We’ll deal wit’ her later—as a matter-of-fact, we’re plannin’ to delete her.”
I nearly dissolved into the floor.
Hate oozing from his mierk-dripping sockets, the redhead resumed whipping Yammicles. SFX: [Whip] [Rustling Papers]
The teddy’s crossed peepers remained fixed on the room’s half-fallen drop ceiling, as clouds of cash exploded from his bursting seams. SFX: [Whip] [Rustling Papers]
Gneeecey dropped to his furry knees. “Stop! You’ll kill him!” 

“Shaaadup or we’ll kill you, too!”
 “Yeah,” agreed the blond, arranging greenbacks in neat piles. “Let’s not waste no more time. Let’s go ahead an’ waste them alien ergzaps, right now.”
“Wanna make sure my weapon’s fully loaded,” said brown-haired Mark, spinning his revolver’s chamber. SFX: [Metal Click 4]
The redhead threw his whip down and wedged my precious navy jacket under his arm. “Yup. These bullets got perspiration dates stamped on ’em—might as well use ’em all up before they go bad.
“We’ll go through all their crap after we blow their brains out,” declared blond Mark, as he opened a tall locker. SFX: [Metal Click 4] [Metal Door Open]
Gneeecey and I exchanged glassy-eyed glances.
Brown-haired Mark grinned. “I’m sure Bob’ll figure it ain’t our fault if a few zillion bucks turn up missin’—if ya get my drift. Heh, heh.”
“Any, uh, excess, could be split three ways,” suggested the redhead, eyeing the banknotes scattered all over the floor. “Let’s march these two out back an’ get it over wit’.”
The blond tossed AK 47’s into his colleagues’ quick-catching mitts. “Let’s do this in style.”
Numb, curiously detached, I stepped aside quickly as a steady, noisy stream of yellow splashed Gneeecey’s high-tops. SFX: [Water Splash] [Eerie Musical Logo] [Magic Spell]

We hope you enjoyed this week’s episode! We thank Marysol Rodriguez, Sal Solá, Sandi Solá, Marcellina Ramirez, Rick “El Molestoso” Rivera, Diane L., Brunie Cariño, Toni Aponte, and Aileen Bean for being generous supporting members through BuyMeACoffee.com. 

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Frank: It’s a Gneeecey thing! [SFX: Door Slam] ###