It’s
not everyday you get to meet someone that eclipses the age of The 2000
Year-Old Man.We tracked
Mummy to, where else, Egypt.We
wined and dined in the shadow of the Sphinx and talked the afternoon
away.What follows is an
abridged transcript.
Just
how old are you?
Oh,
like that’s an original question.You guys ask that question all the time, for the last time,
I’m… let’s see.Well
I was about 200 years old when…I’m
old.Real old.
Forgive
me for saying, but your memory’s not what used to be, is it?
Look
at this hole in my head.You can see daylight.Brain
pretty much dried up and blow away with the sand.So, mister swanky I’ve-got-skin-and-you-don’t, you’ll
excuse me for not being able to remember how old I am.
What’s
the secret of your longevitiy?
I’ve
been well preserved.Oh
sure, I’ve decomposed a little, what skin I have left is leathery, and
most of my cotton bandages have become pretty ragged, but I’m still
kicking.I’ll tell you
one thing, not many people out there have as much articulation as me.Just when they think I can’t possibly bend again, I surprise
‘em.
Tell
me about your headdress.
This
old thing?Picked it up at
a garage sale as a raincoat.It’s pretty neat though, ain’t it?I like the detail and the staff holders on the back.And I’ll let you in a secret… it’s great for picking up
women.
Women
still find you attractive?
As
long as I’ve got the headdress… let’s just say I keep a pocket
full of Viagra.Why, at our
last Monster’s get-together, I scored with Voodoo Queen.Now that was some hoodoo voodoo!Course, I picked up a case of scorpions but it was worth it.
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They’re
crawling down your leg.
Yeah,
that’s right.
So
do you get out much to enjoy your hobbies?
Hobbies,
no hobbies.I do get out
once in a while, but I always stay away from people.Kids especially.Little devils always manage to snap off one or two of my
limbs.I’m old and
fragile, but they don’t realize that.Mostly I just stand around in my pyramid.Well, I say “stand” but I’m really in a vicious fall-down
get-up cycle.I can’t
stand worth a damn and without any holes in my feet I’ve got no option to
steady myself.I mean, I’ve got a hole clear through my head, but none in
my feet?But the ladies
don’t notice.
What
about your snake?
Good
with kids surprisingly.But he annoys me mostly.He likes to wedge himself through the hole in my head.
I’ve
got to ask about the whole “Mummy’s curse” thing.What’s the deal?
Funny
story that.Wrote a play once that consisted entirely of swear words.Got good a review in the Babylonian Times and he nicknamed it the
Mummy’s Curse.Some dumb
explorer came along about 2000 years later – a really accident prone
moron – and when I started explaining the concept to him part of the
crypt wall fell away and squashed an assistant.Moron ran away after that, screaming his fool head off.So, the nickname took on a whole new meaning.Then Hollywood got hold of the idea… what a load of crap.And I’m still waiting for my royalties.