Here's Part 3.  Anyone who has played AD&D will probably get the jokes in
this one, otherwise it won't be as funny.  Ah well.

==Miyu==

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		SPAM

(or The Little Mystery Meat That Could)

	     by ==Miyu==
	(Molly C. DesJardin)


EPISODE 3

	Spam bounded off down the airport corridors, stopping from time
to time to gaze in awe at the Spam merchandise being sold in the
duty-free shops.  The meat examined a SpamKey-chain, murmuring in
approval at the fine craftspamship.  As the meat looked to the store
clerk to buy this wonderful masterpiece of Spam memorabelia, it nearly
panicked, for the clerk was not a clerk at all, but Tim, the SpamMinion!!
	Spam squeaked in terror of the greasy blob, but the Tim simply
chuckled and held up his flabby hands once more, waggling the digits as
it spoke.  "Spam! So you have escaped my SpamDemon... that does not
please me, not at all.  I banish you, meat, to .... SPAM-HELL!!"  The
SpamMinion threw its arms down with a gurgling noise, and suddenly the
meat's environment was no longer a fine duty-free shop, but a horrible
chamber made entirely of Recyclable Aluminum!
	Spam regarded this chamber with a calm exterior, reminding itself
that anything as mysterious as Spam luncheon meat should be able to
withstand a little Recyclable Aluminum.  It bounded along the corridors
of Spam-Hell, but more quietly and carefully than it did in the airport. 
The meat was reflected in the wall panels, eerily silent but Spam
nonetheless.  At long last, the little mystery meat came to a large
octagonal room, the same as the rest of Spam-Hell except for the large
cork embedded in the Recyclable Aluminum floor.
	Just as Spam was about to hop over and gleefully pull on the
cork, the demonic demi-goddess of the Dark Spams, a spammy spider named
Ssmoth, appeared atop the cork, cackling at the sight of luncheon meat. 
"Ooooh, I have not devoured a mystery meat in ages.  Come here, little
'spam-meat', so that I may feast upon you."
	Spam yelped as the 'Ssmoth' extended her tentacled arms toward
it, its meaty spine scraped by a loose sheet of Recyclable Aluminum. 
"That's it!" Spam cried, ripping the sheet from its wall and tossing it
with all of its mysterious might at the Dark Spam goddess.  She shrieked
as the Recyclable Aluminum cut through her legs and thorax, banishing her
to the 666th level of Spam-Hell, far away from the brave little meat. 
Spam wasted no time as it hastily pulled the SpamCork from its Recyclable
Aluminum casing, leaping into the tunnel below, wherever it might lead.

Till next time......