The Refinery Explosion: Saved by the Blast?

“The Refinery Explosion: Saved by the Blast?”💥- Episode 254, 

💥 JUST AS ALL HOPE IS LOST... THE REFINERY EXPLODES! 💥

Nicki Rodriguez, the thought-to-be deceased Cleveland Wheeler, and canine-humanoid Diroctor Bizzig "Zig" Gneeecey have been lined up for execution by the ruthless Markmen. Armed to the teeth, surrounded by stolen cash, and eager to eliminate witnesses, the alien gangsters are seconds away from pulling the trigger.

But the very moment a cigarette is lit inside the volatile miercoles refinery, everything changes.

Will the sudden explosion save Nicki and her friends—or make their situation even worse?

In this suspense-filled episode of Perswayssick Radio: Unearthly Comedy, you'll find explosive sci-fi adventure, absurd alien humor, interdimensional chaos, dangerous gangsters, bizarre technology, and a cliffhanger that will leave you wanting more.

🔥 Armed Markmen
 💰 Missing fortunes
 🚬 Bad decisions
 💥 Massive explosions
 🐶 Gneeecey in trouble
 🌀 Interdimensional mayhem
 😱 A shocking last-second twist

Perswayssick Radio: Unearthly Comedy is the long-running comedy sci-fi podcast for fans of outrageous adventures, eccentric aliens, weird worlds, and stories in the spirit of classic humorous science fiction.

🎙️ Written and performed by Vicki Solá 

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Transcript

Transcript / “The Refinery Explosion: Saved by the Blast?” - Episode 254, 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….

NICKI RODRIGUEZ:  “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] [Horror Scary Moment]

So, this was how it was gonna end. My mother would really be upset. Come to think of it, she already was.
 “Okay, youse two,” ordered brown-haired Mark. He kicked teddy bear Yammicles’ empty plaid nightie across the concrete. “Start walkin’.”  SFX: [Footsteps Concrete]
 A tower of cartons, stacked at the far end of the room, caught my attention. Marked Do Not Store On Floor!, they were exact replicas of the makeshift night table I had left behind, in that so-called utility closet of a “guestroom” that reeked of chemicals. The one Gneeecey had assigned me when I’d first arrived in Perswayssick County.
 Zoning out, I stared at those containers, concentrating on them until nothing else existed. With little effort, I convinced myself that they’d begun expanding and contracting. Breathing in and breathing out….ready to topple.
 Hypnotized, I gazed until the boxes exploded outward in seventy-five directions. SFX: [Wood Chair Scrape] [Wood Demolition Bang] [Gun, Artillery]
 Heart beating erratically, I ducked for cover. When I finally did raise my head, I found myself gaping at my good friend Cleveland Wheeler—all six denim-clad feet of him. Still alive!
Unshaven, mouth gagged, and ankles bound, he gaped right back.
Behind him lay an upside-down chair, ropes still attached.  He caught me as I began to collapse. Gneeecey pointed to my dangling left wrist. “Hey, Ig, he ain’t dead—now you’ll hafta give his watch back!”

“Okay, everyone, it’s time,” announced brown-haired Mark, loading his assault rifle. “Youse three—go line up by that door there. An’ don’t try no heroics.”

As Cleve hopped ahead of me, he snapped his left foot up over his right and freed it in a single motion. They didn’t notice. Then he loosened the gag from his mouth and let it drop.
 Blond big-nosed Mark whirled around and took aim. “Watch it, Wheeler—I’ll plug ya right between your eyes right now, an’ blow off her head—wit’ one shot.”
Cleve’s jaw tightened.
The dark-haired Markman strolled over to Gneeecey and stepped down on the trembling white-and-black canine-humanoid’s tail. Hard.
“Oooooooow!”
“I said, line up by the lousy door.”
Urine-logged sneakers squishing SFX: [Feet], Gneeecey tiptoed past Cleve and me, and fell into line.
My precious navy zippered jacket still clenched under his arm, the redheaded creep pulled a dilapidated pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. “C’mon—let’s take them three alien ergzaps outside. I’m dyin’ for a smoke.”
Blond, big-nosed Mark nodded. “Me too. Y’know, the boss is too freakin’ paranoid about us
smokin’ inside here.”
“Bob does take it a little too far,” agreed the senior Markman. “I mean, yeah, this is a miercoles refinery an’ all, but our fire ain’t like ergzap fire—it can’t hurt nuthin’—except them ergzaps.”
 “Y’know, as usual, I ain’t waitin’ till we’re outside.” Laughing, red-haired Mark stuffed a half-smoked butt into his blubbery kisser and lit it up with one of those strange, translucent, flame-filled poles. SFX: [Fire] “We awready know, it don’t hurt nuthin’, us smokin’ inside. If it did, every time we lit up, hah, hah, this whole crummy place would—”
SFX: [Explosions] A brick-shattering blast cut him off mid-sentence, rocking the whole place to its foundations. 

SFX: [Music Logo Big Band] [Cinematic Boom A] [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. 

And thank you for tuning in to “Perswayssick Radio: Unearthly Comedy.” We hope you enjoyed traveling to this loopy dimension with us and that you’ll come along again! Our new episodes drop every Tuesday morning! Please make sure to tell a friend! And keep on laughing! 

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