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Newsgroups: alt.tv.mst3k, rec.arts.tv.mst3k.misc
From: Shay_Ca...@letterbox.com
Date: 1998/05/16
Subject: [MSTing] Blood and Metal (Part 5b of 9)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- > --------------------------------------------------------------------------- - > The hedgehog, with two-tailed fox in tow, made a beeline TOM: [ snicker ] > for Uncle CROW: This fanfic. > Chuck's hidden base, blowing past any bot unfortunate enough to be in > between them and their destination. TOM: With a bird poop. > Sonic did a bird call, which was answered. MIKE: Ew! > A ramp opened up from a pile of refuse. MIKE: Double ew! > Sonic spoke into an intercom, "I made it to Uncle Chuck's. Go to Act TOM: Was that a run on sentence, I think it was. > Three," and sped inside. > --------------------------------------------------------------------------- - > The ladies got Sonic's message as they were surrounded by Swats, they MIKE: It just needed a conjunction, it was missing an "and". > "Time for a Bunnie Hop, Sally Girl." Bunnie picked up the Princess as CROW: Apple Hydraulic Jacks. > her 'robot' legs expand. > One hop and hydraulic jacks TOM: We hop what we like! > propelled the two a quarter mile straight ALL: Wah-wah-waaaahhh... > up and several city blocks ahead. > The Swats opened fire on empty air, taking themselves out instead. > --------------------------------------------------------------------------- - > "CROCKETT MOVING ON HOVERBIKE AT 450 KM/HOUR HEADING. . .OH, NO. . > Detonation Boulevard was originaly just an ordinary street on TOM: Groin coup? > Mobotroplis before the coup. > Robotnik riddled the place with traps, mines, CROW: OK, *definitely* go for it! > and enough automated weaponry to turn it into a death trap for living > Mobians. > It would have been advoided if Davey knew any better and is he TOM: Wha-a-at?! > hasn't been called in by Sonic at that time. MIKE: Now the proofreader is praying for his or her life. CROW: So am I. > "I LOVE THIS GAME!!!" Davey shouted as he gunned his bike past Mobius' ALL: [ singing ] Oh, Purgatory, here we co-o-ome! > answer to Purgatory > at 625 km/hour with hellfire and brimstone TOM: Double, double, toil and trouble. CROW: Fire burn and cauldron bubble. > nipping at MIKE: Their noses. TOM: [ Davey ] Oh, hi, Jack Frost. > the afterburner. Antoine screamed in terror. Davey screamed in delight. CROW: Yet another thing I did *not* need to know about Davey-boy here. > Just as the billowing flame was about to envelop the two, Davey turned at a CROW: As in "there's only *7* nuclear bombs hidden on *this* street". > right angle into a relatively safer street > as the rest of Detonation MIKE: Tiger? > Boulevard went the way of the > Waco Branch Davidian Inferno. TOM: Oh *please*. > "YEEEEE MIKE: Limbaugh. > HAAAAAA! WHAT A RUSH!!!" > Davey held his arms in victory as Bunnie and TOM: SPLAT! > Sally landed on the nose section. > "I can't believe you did that, Crockett! Not even Sonic will go near CROW: [ Sally ] You see, Sonic has a brain. > that Street of Death!" > "Nor can anyone else or a while." MIKE: Even though those whiles will just be dying to be on that street. > Davey looked back past a fainted TOM: [ Davey ] Hey, Ant, wake up. Oh... you didn't make it. Sorry 'bout that. > Antoine My mistake. > at 20 blocks of burning city. CROW: And 15 blocks of flaming cabbage. MIKE: [ beating his hands on his chest, sounding like a helicopter ] This is Mike "Get Me Out Of Here" Nelson with your Traffic Report. Today, Davey Crockett, the crazy fox, exploded a street in downtown Robotropolis. It is advised that you steer clear of this stretch until the swelling goes down and the large chunks of pavement fall back to Mobius. BOTS: [ cheer ] MIKE: Ow. Now my chest is sore and my hands are tired. PEARL: [ off screen ] One more page, guys. CROW: Damn. > --------------------------------------------------------------------------- - MIKE: Oh, pass. There's nothing that rhymes with "thirteen". > Page 13 > --------------------------------------------------------------------------- - > "So, you're Davey Crockett, huh?" Charles Hedgehog, > roboticized CROW: Pancake. > creator of the MIKE: Automatic Toothbrush Freshener! > Roboticizer and Sonic's uncle, said as he approached. "I've CROW: [ Charles ] Let one. > been hearing a lot about you since you've crashed landed on the feet of my TOM: Smashing them to a bloody pulp. > nephew." > His red-on-black eyes looked him up and down for a moment. "Y'now, MIKE: That's what we keep saying! Why now? > sonny, right now, as a fox, TOM: You need to get out more. MIKE: True, but I don't think that's the point Charlie's trying to make. > you don't look as much like Robotnik as you did CROW: [ Charles ] It was a good idea to shave off that 2-foot orange mustache. > when you just showed up here. . . > You don't look so psychotic, either." TOM: [ Sonic ] It's time for your relaxing medicine, Chuck. > "Oh, don't mind that, Chuck," Sonic injected. > "Davey's 'Psycho Streak' CROW: So when Davey goes crazy he runs around nude? MIKE: Crow! Yuck!! > is purely hype. I started it to put fear into Snerdly and Packbald. CROW: Sounds like a law firm. TOM: Or a rock band. CROW: No, more like heavy metal. MIKE: Live, on this very stage, it's Smurky and the Bigzits! BOTS: [ crowd cheering noises ] > Besides, he only shows it when he trashes bots." ALL: Booooo! > "Ahem!" Sonic blushes, CROW: Turning red, which with his blue, makes him purple. MIKE: Davey mistakenly takes this expression to mean Sonic is choking and hilarity ensues! > "Oh, sorry, Unc." MIKE: In Charge. > "Yeah, Charles. > Back home, This big guy's one of the nicest people CROW: Really? I never would have guessed. > you'll know. Even Sonia warms up to him. You ask me, I think MIKE: He's not done talking. > this mean TOM: Not a very good act, but an act nonetheless. > streak of his is just an act." > "You want to analyz ze complex human perzonalitee, my preencezz? CROW: [ Ren Hoek ] You EEdiot! > I do CROW: I'll do it. He's nuts. There, I'm done. > not theenk you want to zign up for ze dirty job." TOM: Where's the dirty part? CROW: That'll be if I ever get to St. Louis with a mud launching catapult. > "Besides, look what he brought with him." MIKE: A new car!! > Bunnie turns around an TOM: Just like that imaginary stein? > imaginary catwalk, MIKE: 'Scuse me? TOM: In "Rangers of NIMH II". Two charactes "finished off" imaginary steins. MIKE: Oh. Ew. CROW: This is one case where perfect robotic memory is a *dis*advantage. > proudly showing off her new body, ALL: Nooooo!! > with the limbs in flesh BOTS: [ Charles ] Ewwwww! > mode. Charles did a double take. > "Whatta ya think, Charles? MIKE: [ Charles ] It *stinks*! > Is it an TOM: Or a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle? > upgrade or the cure? > Depends on who ya ask, if ya ast me?" ALL: Whuh?! MIKE: OK, now the proofreader is done praying for his or her life and has started praying for cyanide. > "We've come here to give you Davey's special treatment, Uncle Chuck. TOM: I suggest getting used to the fact that you're a robot. > It's the sure cure for what ails the roboticized." CROW: Yeah! Being a robot is great! You can reconstruct yourself any way you like... TOM: You can install laser death missiles in your armpits... CROW: You can play Doom II in your head while you're at a boring funeral... MIKE: Of course, you have to balance that with the fact that anyone who has a remote control or an off switch effectively controls you. CROW: Hm. TOM: I guess. > "Is . . . is it really?" MIKE: [ Davey ] No, it's not. I just like getting your hopes up and then dashing them to the ground! Bwah hahahahaha!! > "Only if you want it to be, Sir." TOM: --elid. > "Please, Davey, call me Charles. 'Chuck' if you must. CROW: So that's where the horrible stench is coming from. > <Turns to MIKE: The proofreader, begging for help, but he/she says, "No way, I'm moving to a place where Sonic the Hedgehog is banned." CROW: Is there a place like that? MIKE: I certainly hope so. > others> I'd love to get this treatment, folks, but TOM: [ Charles, whiny ] I don't wanna be cured! CROW: He just said he *did*. TOM: I didn't mess up your mustache joke. > we've got work to do. CROW: [ Charles ] Bite me. > I'll get this along the way. Please." > Everybody sat down, even Tails, who just came in slowly. Everybody TOM: Except Sonic, and Sally, and also Davey, and Charles doesn't notice > notices. either, and Rotor, and Bunnie, and Antoine, and, well, I guess even Tails wasn't paying attention, or else he wouldn't have walked into that column there. MIKE: Maybe that's why he came in slowly. > "Sonic," Davey whispers, "Tails looks a little down." "Yo, rocket MIKE: [ laughing ] What?! > scientist. Is it full time of part time?" CROW: Full time of part time? Sheesh! > "As you know, Princess, we've got two mysteries to solve. The first of TOM: Why does this fanfic even EXIST?! > which is > Robotnik coming back so soon. I've figured that someone that evil MIKE: Would write a fanfic just like this one. > would not allow an exploding Roboticizer #1 to do him in." CROW: Now an exploding Roboticizer #2, that's another story. > "Yeah, I wonder what supernatural place he was in, and how he came TOM: Plot Contrivance Theater screws up plans again. > back?" MIKE: Well, you know the saying about best-laid plans. CROW: [ Beavis ] Laid? Heh-heh-heh... MIKE: Don't you start again. > "Well, Heaven wouldn't take him. CROW: Dave knows this sort of thing from experience. > Maybe Hell got terrified of him CROW: Yeah, they sent him to a *real* Hell! > taking over. So, they sent him back!" > Everybody laughs. MIKE: Crow's joke wasn't that funny. CROW: Yes it was. > "Good one, Dave." TOM: It's been done. > "We've also got this mystery about MIKE: Why Sonic the Hedgehog? Why why why *why* WHY Sonic the Hedgehog already?! > this silverily CROW: Huh? Is Dave trying to turn that into an adverb? TOM: Oh, I know! It's "silver lily"! MIKE: Wow. What a beautiful flower. > goo MIKE: Hm. Goo doesn't make a very pretty flower. > that Packbell's CROW: Eeewwww!! > been dumping MIKE: Oh, too bad. Packbell broke up with his *goo*friend! [ laughing ] > as of late. I didn't raise a fuss TOM: [ Charles ] Even though I knew *exactly* where the four robots were the minute I came in! > because the Great Jungle CROW: [ Charles ] Told me not to worry. > that accursed android was dumping it in was eating it and growing. TOM: [ Great Jungle ] Mmm boy, that's good goo! > However, MIKE: Twin brother and sister? > the two happened to begin at the same time. It leads me to believe that > they might be related." TOM: Married? CROW: Twin brother and sister and married? TOM: Ew! > "What do you mean Zir Charlez?" MIKE: Zo zay you're at a bar, and zurprizingly there'z no beer. BOTS: Aaaaaaaaahhh!!! > "Don't know yet, Antoine. That's why I called for this two-week CROW: [ Charles ] We're going to find out whether or not Bill Clinton is > investigation. guilty once and for all! > Sonic, Tails, Antoine, and Sally can dress up in these TOM: Beautiful purple bridesmaid dresses. Except Sally. MIKE: What about Sally? TOM: She gets a Barney T-shirt. MIKE, CROW: Aaaaahhh!! > Worker Bot costumes and follow Packbell like a hawk, ALL: Lutherain! [ burst into laughter ] > to find out what's his MIKE: Monopoly. > game is. TOM: Magic: the Gathering. CROW: Chess. MIKE: Hearts. TOM: Solitaire, probably. CROW: Good one! > Davey, you're with me. We can both jack into cyberspace. TOM: [ Charles ] We'll E-mail your fanfics to Robotnik, and when his brain turns to mush, we'll rush in... > From MIKE: But Were Afraid to Ask. > there the two of us can find out all we need to know about Robotnik." > "Will do, Chuck." CROW: [ Davey ] Roger Wilcox. > --------------------------------------------------------------------------- - > "Y'know, Sonny," lip! > Charles told Davey as they went down a corridor, CROW: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! Hallways!! Hundreds and hundreds of hallways!! MIKE: Wha? TOM: Remember Detective? MIKE: Ah. > "ever BOTS: [ snort ] > since I got my mind back, MIKE: Shall we pass on this one? CROW: Let's shall. > I've been asking myself why in heaven's name did I CROW: [ Charles ] Ever allow fanfics to be created?! > make that Roboticizer, since It's been giving us all this pain and TOM: Philly cheese steaks. > suffering. But then you showed up, with a replacement limb. This <Chuck CROW: Bites Davey. MIKE: Bit too literal there, eh, Chucky? > points to that arm> is a classic example of TOM: Pre-post-neo-Fontaine masterpiece architecture. MIKE: Did that mean anything at all? TOM: Not a speck of meaning whatsoever. CROW: Kinda like this fanfic, wordy but unimportant. > why I've built that thing in the MIKE: Except for the hole in your chest where we insert the battery. > first place: To mend people, to make them whole again, > not to send my TOM: Hey, I get it now! These robots are actually a parallel to the situation > people into slavery." before the Civil War! CROW: No, robots are just cool. > "Then blame Robotnik, who uses the machine for evil, not the machine CROW: Robotnik uses the machine for evil, but he doesn't use the machine > itself. itself? MIKE: No, Robotnik uses the machine for evil, but the machine doesn't use the machine for evil. CROW: That didn't help much. MIKE: Anything else I can clear up? > You designed the Roboticizer to be a source of good when used MIKE: Before Labor Day. > properly. You never knew it would fall into the wrong hands one day. I TOM: [ Davey ] Hate you! I hate you! I HATEYOUHATEYOUHATEYOU!! MIKE: Calm down, Tom. > only hope that you Mobians remember that and not trash your life's work down ALL: [ toilet flushing noises ] > the drain." > "Oh, with this new upgrade King Acorn sent with you, rest assured. CROW: [ Davey ] Okay! Snozzz... snore... > We're here." MIKE: [ Charles ] You can talk to Santa Claus now. > Uncle Chuck CROW: So is he "Charles" or "Chuck"? TOM: Depends on the author's whim. > led Davey into a small room with a mainframe CROW: Reboot! MIKE: Glitch, delete fanfic. > -style MIKE: Oooo, gimme! We don't have any recliners up here on the SOL! > cyberdeck, dual input jacks, and comfortable, if cramped, recliner chairs. > Davey's not claustrophobic, but TOM: He tries his best. > as he looked into that room he longed for TOM: No it doesn't. It's just a string of ONES and ZEROS!! > some wide open space. > And cyberspace definably does qualify as 'wide open space.' MIKE: You got zeros? We had to use the letter O. > Inspired MIKE: Lemme guess, an earthling fiction writer, perhaps FROM ST. LOUIS?! > by an earthling fiction writer, TOM: Geez, this guy's got an ego the size of Mount Rushmore! CROW: Y'know, they blew up Abraham Lincoln's face on Mount Rushmore. I think they replaced it with some 20-year-old author's face. MIKE, TOM: [ chuckle ] > cyberspace became the standard virtual CROW: Wouldn't that be, like, the *only* VR interface to the 'net?! > reality interface to the 'net. TOM: Not in Davey's world. > A checkerboard expands to infinity. MIKE: Wow. I am amazed. > Chess MIKE: And the really freaky mutated shape that glows! > pieces of cubes, pyramids, cones, cylinders, and other geometric shapes TOM: All hail the power of the really freaky mutated shape that glows! > represents data bases, security systems, computer networks, and other CROW: What is this, Blood and Metal or Tron? > connections in Mobius' Information Superhighway. MIKE: Or Shadowrun. > Blue rivers intertwine in MIKE: Checkmate. > computer chip fashion between the chess > pieces. TOM: I counter. MIKE: You can't "counter" a checkmate! > "And with this view screen, you'll have an electron's eye view of CROW: Davey, you can't jack into cyberspace! You don't *know* jack! > the 'net." > "View screen?" Davey said as he flopped on the couch and jacked in- > directly--with the Data Spear, "The way I jack in, MIKE: That joke was pretty much inevitable. > I don't need view MIKE: [ deep voice ] Cuz Ah'm a MAN! > screens. . ." > Davey's eyes defocused and glowed as cyberspace filled his sense of CROW: Smell! MIKE: Taste! TOM: Lunchmeat! MIKE, CROW: Huh? > vision. TOM: I still think it should've been lunchmeat. MIKE, CROW: Huh?! > An image of himself appeared on the view screen, but he was CROW: He's got a brain! > changed; > Davey was dressed more like a superhero, with a cape, and he ALL: Ewww! > appeared to be glowing inside. > His hands and eyes were lit up with the MIKE: [ chuckling nervously ] Oh, it's the "FoxFire Studios" thing. Heh heh. > promise of power, and his tail was like it was set on fire. Kill me. > ". . . Not when CROW: Pickles. > I can become one with the 'net. I now have a cosmic-style awareness over > everything that goes in here. It really give quite a buzz." MIKE: Energy BUZZ!! Wait, no. > "I'd say," Uncle Chuck said as he jacked in himself. CROW: Oh, just jack off! MIKE: As was that joke. > "If my readings TOM: [ Charles/Chuck ] You're picking up the Sci-Fi Channel! > are correct, every terminal and monitor is having a feedback loop sent > directly to you. <Gasps> CROW: [ Charles/Chuck ] And Comedy Central! MIKE: [ Davey ] Noooooo!! > Davey, you're monitoring every computer on Mobius MIKE: [ Charles/Chuck ] The awesome responsibilities that come with such > even as we speak! Do you think you can handle--" power? > "I'm surprised to say it, but CROW: [ Davey, cheerfully ] Not a chance, dickweed! > I am! Normally, the human, or Mobian TOM: Or maybe it would create run-on sentences, do you think so too? > mind for that matter, cannot handle this much input all at once, it would be > unintelligible at least, insanity-producing at most. > Yet, my cyborg MIKE: I am Bubba Deliverance of Borg. I'm gonna assimilate yo' an' make yo' squeal, piggy! CROW: I am Cornholio of Borg. You will... give me TP for my assimilated bunghole! Don't resist, 'cause it's like, futile, or something. TOM: I am Mork of Borg. Nanoo, nanoo! You will be assimilated, as soon as I report to Orson. > implants enable me to handle all this. This is fantastic!! <Laughs> Oh, CROW: [ Davey ] I just downloaded every "Feet of Clay" comic into my brain at once. Hee hee... oh, that Abbott. > I've found Lard-ass." TOM: [ Davey ] I finally turned around. > "Where?" CROW: [ Davey ] Inside the roboticizer. Where do you think?! > Their vision cut to a security camera's view of Robotroplis' Command MIKE: [ Robotnik ] Get me more lard for my tea! > Room. > "--need: Another high speed show-off! And this one destroyed a death TOM: [ Robotnik ] The stupid death-trap-setter-offer! > trap meant for Sonic!" > "But Dr. Robotnik, he was on a hovercycle. I don't think he counts." MIKE: At least not without taking off his shoes. > Robotnik glared at Snivley for a moment, CROW: [ Robotnik ] Snively, shut your fat, stupid, annoying, obnoxious, long- and-pointy-nosed trap, if you don't mind. > but then returned to the CROW: Hey, he spelled "throttling" right! > monitors, admiring Davey's work. > That's odd," Chuck mused. "Usually, Robotnik would be throttling > Snivley TOM: Misspelled "Snively", though. MIKE: Guess you can't have everything. > for that crack." MIKE: [ Davey ] Except that you're a fool, Chuck. > "Mmm. I'd believe ya, Chuck. > And he appears to be admiring me as TOM: [ Butthead ] Or something. Huh-huh-huh. > well. I don't think that's, like, normal for someone like him." CROW: Not normal for anyone sane, that is. > "Humph, MIKE: [ Charles/Chuck ] Bite me. > from what I heard, that would be debatable." CROW: [ Davey ] Uh, is that an insult or not? I can't tell. > "Hey now!" > Davey turned to make a face at Chuck, but something from MIKE: Yuck, he's still infected! > the feed caught his eye: Silvery-Grey ooze seeped from Robotnik's left > metal arm. Robotnik notices. "Damn." > "Man, Talk about crappy quality," Davey said in disgust. "Who made TOM: Bite me, Win-boy! > that arm? Apple?" > Charles just stood silently, scratching his chin, CROW: [ Charles/Chuck ] Not by the itch on my chinny-chin-chin! > as Packbell arrives MIKE: [ Packbell ] Hey! Am I gonna get any lines here? > into the scene, > placing another pan underneath the drip. MIKE: [ Packbell ] Guess not. > "Y'now, CROW: Yeah, now. What about now? > sonny, I'm TOM: Well, gee, he's oozing pus-like goo and he seems to *like* Davey. Sounds > beginning to think that's not really Robotnik." fine to me! > At this point, Robotnik did the one thing that took the two cyber-spies CROW: To the movie "Titanic". > back for almost five minutes: He turned to Packbell and thanked--yes, TOM: Not spanked! > thanked-- MIKE: Or cranked! CROW: Or tanked! TOM: But thanked! > him for putting the pan under the drip. Julian Ivo Robotnik would MIKE: Kill you if you made fun of his name. > never thank anyone for anything. TOM: Not even that birthday party we threw for him. What a loser. > Everyone who had the nerve to help him are CROW: Butter! > now either dead of roboticized. > "Now I KNOW that's not > Robotnik!" CROW: He's Fabio! > "If he's not, then, who is he?" > "Not who, Davey, What? Do a all-database scan for 'Auto- Automations,' MIKE: [ Davey ] Well, sorta ahead, at least. > for me, will you." > "Way ahead of you. . . [15 second pause] > . . . I've got something." TOM: [ Davey ] A rash. > Davey relays a record to Chuck about CROW: Rash removal. > Snivley and Packbell creating an Auto MIKE: "Auto-Automation"? Gimme a break. Not only is it redundant, it repeats > Automation itself *and* says the same thing more than once! > version of Robotnik. The reason for it was because live was just TOM: Too costly! I'll wait for pay-per-view. > too quiet without him around. CROW: We miss the sounds of bungling and screwing up. > However, Packbell couldn't find up-to-date MIKE: Macarena instructions. BOTS: Nooooo! > records on how to MIKE: Do the Macarena! BOTS: Nooooooo! > make good Auto-Automations, so they had to make do with TOM: Cheap auto-automation rip-offs with only one "auto". > out-of-date procedures and files. "Remind me to smack Snivley around for MIKE: [ Davey ] Having such a stupid name. "Snively"? Gimme a break! CROW: But wasn't it his parents who chose his name, thus making him blameless? MIKE: [ Davey ] Shut up. > using such crappy work. I expected more from him. Oh, I've got access to CROW: [ Beavis ] Porn! Heh-heh-heh! TOM: [ Butthead ] Cool, lemme see! Huh-huh-huh! MIKE: All right, I'm cutting off your MTV. > Main Roboticizer #2! I'll upload the upgrade parameters and we can give you TOM: A sponge bath. MIKE, CROW: Ewww! > the treatment from there." MIKE: How're they gonna get him in there-- > "Main Roboticizer #2?! CROW: --put the tube down-- TOM: --pull the switch-- CROW: --put the tube *up*-- MIKE: --and get out without being blasted? TOM: Contrivance power. > Ballsy, Crockett. MIKE: I call bull. Stupid does not necessarily mean manly. > Crazy, but ballsy--Hey! CROW: [ Charles/Chuck ] Get your hand away from there, Davey. > what's this? > Roboticizer Override?" TOM: I'd rather see Roboticizer Ponyride. > "This I've got to see. . . " Davey reached out for the file, but MIKE: [ HAL 9000 ] I'm sorry, Davey, but I'm afraid I can't do that. > suddenly, white lightning could be seen from some of the paths of blue, and > approaching paths. > "ICE constructs!" TOM: Yep, definitely Shadowrun. > Charles shouted, referring to the acronym TOM: Instrument Compressing Elephants! MIKE: Inimitable Clog-dancing Easterners! CROW: Ifrit Can't Eat! MIKE: Ooh, it rhymes! Good job! CROW: Thank you. > 'Intrusion MIKE: Fanfic. > Countermeasure Electronics,' designed to take out uninvited guests in > computer networks by any means possible, even if it means flatlining the > poor soul. CROW: That'd be us. > "Jack out of here, now!!" TOM: Hair? > Davey managed to get a copy of the Roboticizer Override file in a split > second before he jacked out, just before the ICE ran into the ram space he MIKE: Ah, cyberpunk crap. Fun, fun, fun. > was just occupying one CPU cycle before. . . > --------------------------------------------------------------------------- - > "Whew," Charles said as their brains CROW: Well, OK. > were catching up to the fact that CROW: Two plus two is *not* five. > they are back in their bodies. "That was a close one. You got that last MIKE: [ Davey ] Well, yeah, I got it right--hey, where'd that magnet come > file?" from? Oops. > "Sure did, Uncle Chuck." He popped the disk out from his upper arm MIKE: [ flinches ] Ouch! > drive. "For a moment there, I was disappointed in Needle Nose, CROW: He facially sews. MIKE: [ claps ] CROW: Thank you, thank you, thank you. > but I didn't TOM: Fun? HA!! > expected those cyberspace defenses to be developed on Mobius. Now, this > game is going to be fun." > "Sonny," Chuck sighed, MIKE: [ Charles/Chuck ] Tell me to stop acting like your grandpa. CROW: [ Charles/Chuck ] Put on a clean shirt, and cut your fur! TOM: [ Charles/Chuck ] And would you decide on a name for me, *please*? > "If you still think that this is something that MIKE: [ Charles/Chuck ] Then YOU, my friend, are an idiot. > came out from Sega, > think of it from OUR point of view. And by what I'm TOM: This fanfic is going to get *worse*. > fearing from what I think 'Roboticizer Override' means, I'm afraid that > you're gonna be seeing that point of view awfully quick." TOM: LY! *LY*!! Awfully quick-*LY*!! > Davey was too quick to change the subject. "You think that Robatsy ALL: [ snicker ] > knows we were there?" CROW: [ Charles/Chuck ] Dear others, bite me. Love, Chuck. > "Don't know, son. Let's assume he did, however, and move up our plans > from there. I'll signal the others. . ." [ MST3K planet bumper. Commercials ensue. ] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- -----== Posted via Deja News, The Leader in Internet Discussion ==----- You must Sign in before you can post messages.
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