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From: neb...@rpi.edu (Joseph Nebus)
Date: 14 Dec 2002 05:00:48 -0500
Local: Sat, Dec 14 2002 5:00 am
Subject: MiSTed: Reboot -- Breaking the Barriers [ 1 / 4 ]
[ OPENING SEQUENCE ]
[ 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. 6.. ] [ SATELLITE OF LOVE DESK. CROW and TOM stand behind the desk; CROW: Good evening. Tom Servo and I, Crow T. Robot, speak to you on [ JOEL, carrying another sheet of cardboard, and GYPSY, enter, CROW: So if you've got any extra stuff -- a museum, a potato chip [ CAMBOT puts the address on screen ] Stuff for New Hampshire TOM: Thank you, won't you? [ GYPSY pushes over their New Hampshire display ] CROW, TOM: [ Dutifully ] We're sorry. [ TOM and CROW dash off to the sides of the screen as JOEL: [ Giving chase, tapping COMMERCIAL SIGN ] We'll be right back! [ COMMERCIALS ] [ SATELLITE OF LOVE DESK. CROW, JOEL, TOM, and GYPSY are tossing out CROW: Indiana. [ MADS SIGN flashes ] JOEL: Oh, wait. Goober and the Ghost Chasers are calling. [ JOEL taps MADS SIGN ] [ DEEP 13. A steel girder is in the background, several feet off the DR. F: Hello, Casper. Space Angels. Breakfast cereal: it's not just [ SATELLITE OF LOVE. As above. ] TOM: So you've got a demonstration for us? [ DEEP 13. As above. ] DR. F: Well ... [ DR. FORRESTER shuffles around, clumsily, revealing that across his FRANK: We're working the bugs out. DR. F: [ Shuffling back around ] Your turn. [ SATELLITE OF LOVE DESK. JOEL is at the desk, putting a large thimble JOEL: Our invention this week begins with the provocative question: [ JOEL holds the board up ] JOEL: The Monopoly Edition edition of Monopoly! [ DEEP 13. TV's FRANK is facing forward now, DR. FORRESTER stuck FRANK: Joel, I think you're going to delight in this week's experiment. [ They turn around again, showing DR. FORRESTER. ] DR. F: Your target for tonight is... Reboot: Breaking the Barriers [ They turn around again, showing TV's FRANK. ] FRANK: Good luck breaking on through to the other side! [ SATELLITE OF LOVE DESK. GYPSY, CROW, JOEL, and TOM are beginning to TOM: I wanna be the thimble. [ MOVIE SIGN goes off ] ALL: Aaaah! We got movie sign! [ 6.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.. ] [ THEATER. ALL file in. ] > Breaking the Barriers CROW: Somebody get the Krazy Glue. TOM: Or the Cheerios. > By Carrie Legault JOEL: Legault My Egault. > Blinking and rubbing her eyes, > Carrie leaned back in her JOEL: If she leans too far she'll fall in Yosemite Sam's trap. > chair. TOM: He's going to get rid of her and make it look like an accident. > She had been sitting in front of her computer for hours now. CROW: Gina Smith, the early years. > "Boy," she thought, "there sure is alot of things to look at on the JOEL: "I could be here forever" -- it's foreshadowing! > 'Net. I could be here forever!" We never get foreshadowing! > Reaching up, she rubbed the back of TOM: I hope she's not looking for the parachute release cord. > her neck, > trying to get rid of the kinks that were forming. Then, JOEL: I think she's being visited by Jaga. > suddenly, her screen flashed a blue color > and she got an "Error 2001" TOM: A pretty routine odyssey. > message. "Error 2001?" she said, "Fatal error, CROW: They're going to have to call off finding the monolith? > system destabylizing, JOEL: But feeling better about itself. > auto-transport device activated?" she read aloud, "What the heck is an TOM: Isn't that when Amtrak takes you and your car down to Florida? > auto-transport device?" > Suddenly, the screen began to flash a bright white light > and JOEL: I hope she drives the villains crazy, 'cause she's a lunatic. > she felt herself being lifted off her seat. > She watched in horror and TOM: This is the technology that let Deep Space Nine > surprise as her feet began to pass through her screen into, appear in the tribbles episode. > who knows JOEL: Scream. > what? With a scream of terror, ALL: [ Halfheartedly ] Aaah. > she was pulled into her computer and JOEL: You suppose this would've happend if Carrie had a surge protector? > everything went black. > * * * * * * * * > Part Two > Carrie felt groggy and her head was spinning as she came to. > Gently, she began to open her eyes. TOM: [ As Carrie ] Aw, mom, it's not a school day... > As they fluttered open, she could JOEL: Please remain in the waking-up position until > hear a voice announce that she was waking up. the fan fiction has come to a complete stop. > As her eyes came into CROW: Oh, OK. Now I know exactly what it looks like. > focus, she could see that she was in a room she had never seen before. > 'What happened?' she thought, then gasped as someone's face appeared TOM: [ Distorted ] Hi, I'm Leonard Maltin. > above hers. > She found herself staring > into the most gorgeous pair of brown TOM: They were unlike any eyes she had ever seen before. > eyes she had ever seen. > She then realized that the face that housed CROW: Oh, great. Honey? We got Andorians. > the eyes bore blue skin and chrome hair. > As her eyes began to travel TOM: A little glue can keep them from slipping like that. > down the face, > she noticed that this figure was wearing a blue uniform JOEL: He's painted like Jay Ramos's house down the street. > with gold and silver trim. > Suddenly, it registered, and she bolted CROW: [ As Carrie ] I'm on "Silverhawks"! > upright, gasping in surprise and total disbelief. > "Oh man,oh man,oh man!" she whispered, "I must be dreaming! It > Can you?" JOEL: *May* you. > She looked into the eyes TOM: Newhart? > again and whispered, "Are you Bob?" JOEL: Dylan? CROW: --White? > * * * * * * * * this barrier should be good as new again. > Part Three the part of the third part. > After a bit of confusion, Who are you? Where are we? What's going on? Should we be doing something? ] TOM: At some point she might want to ask how she got there. > Carrie managed to calm down and was CROW: [ As Carrie ] Oh, I dunno, what do you wanna do? > able to answer and ask questions normally. JOEL: [ As Bob ] I dunno. What do you wanna do? > Looking up from the energy TOM: You're sure I can't get that supersized? > shake she had been given, > Carrie found herself once again staring into JOEL: You have a liiiiiittle booger, right there. > those eyes. > "You really are Bob, aren't you?" she asked, sheepishly. > "How do TOM: Let me count the ways. > you know me?" > he asked, "I know you're not from Mainframe." Looking JOEL: So she's got no tea, right? > back down at her energy shake, > Carrie tried to think of a good answer. CROW: How would it be if I just spelled Mississippi? > "Uh...well...you're pretty well known where I come from." TOM: In about the same way that Mister Spaceley is a leading industrialist back where she comes from. > She said, JOEL: It was unlike any shake she had cautiously sipped before. > then took a cautious sip of her shake. > It was as if she were drinking TOM: MM-mmm. Endocrine solutions, just like Mom used to distill. > adrenaline or something. > Her whole body felt revitalized and her head TOM: What the -- no, get your head out of there! You'll get stuck! > started to clear. With a feeling of both surprise and pleasure, she > started to gulp down the shake. > "Whoa!" Bob said, "Be careful or you're gonna choke!" > Putting CROW: Or deliberately bathed in... > her drink down, Carrie smiled shyly. "I've never tasted, or felt, > anything like that before!" she said. "You mean you've never had an JOEL: I think an energy shake would go something... like this. > energy shake?" [ ALL stand up and start wiggling around. ] > Bob asked, surprised. "No," Carrie whispered, "They TOM: Yeah, they decaffeinate Mountain Dew too. > don't have these where I come from." > She looked back up at Bob, and CROW: Sooner or later, one of them has to blink. > found him staring at her. > "Just where do you come from anyway?" He TOM: Come from. Go to's considered harmful. > asked. > * * * * * * * * > Part Four > Carrie swallowed hard. How was she going to explain the fact > she was completely JOEL: Don't throw in an unpredictable series of digits? > random? > She glanced down at her feet, TOM: [ As Carrie ] Wait a minute, *three*? > thinking of something to say, CROW: They were *so* fifteen milliseconds ago. > when she realized that her shoes and clothes were all wrong. > Instead JOEL: And felt-tip socks. > of her usual blue jeans and high-top runners, she was wearing black > leather pants > and knee-high black boots. Each boot had a symbol CROW: And vice-versa. > crested at the top under the knee, a black and white bisected circle, JOEL: The mark of the standardized test! > impaled by a black and white diamond. She stretched her arms out and TOM: Hey, Rocky! Watch me pull a rabbit outta my hat! > began to examine the sleeves of her shirt. CROW: But that trick *never* works! > What had been a plain grey CROW: Without that suit, she wouldn't have a body at all. > sweatshirt, was now a maroon bodysuit > with chrome trim. TOM: And huge fins and that Edsel horse-collar grille. > Her hands, JOEL: If the sun kissed me I'd probably get third degree burns. > once the sun-kissed brown > of a Native-Canadian, had instead become an CROW: Of a Newfoundlander. > aquamarine colour. JOEL: Or one of Namor's armies. > With a starled gasp, she jumped off the couch and ran to the > The face that stared back at JOEL: I guess she's going through her Blue Period. > her bore the same aquamarine colour as her hands, and she now had > metallic blue hair. TOM: She's really got to *steel* herself for this look! > Her lips were a deep turquoise CROW: Two feet deep, in fact. > and her eyes... CROW: She clashes with every conceivable color and style. > fortunately, her eyes were still the same hazel that had always stared > back at her. JOEL: Black, white, maroon, and turquoise. She's become a CGA graphic. > With a small shriek of disbelief, she turned to Bob who TOM: I hope he doesn't frighten Miss Muffet away. > had come up beside her. > "What's wrong?" he asked, worried. "I don't look the same!!" > Carrie almost shouted. "What's happened to me?" I...I..." She turned TOM: [ As Carrie ] Oh, magic mirror, take me away from this all. > back to the mirror again, > and now noticed the same black and white JOEL: So her neck's become a boot? > bisected circle that was on her boots was also placed near her left > collarbone. > Reaching up to touch it, TOM: If that's a hot spot, she's going to be in a lot of trouble. > she looked at Bob's worried face CROW: It looks like a mirror, but it's actually a web camera > in the mirror. serving over five thousand people a day. > "This is all wrong!" she whispered, "I'm not a JOEL: You'd rather be a raster interrupt method? > sprite!" > * * * * * * * * > Part Five > At Carrie's shock and dismay at her appearence, > and her TOM: It *was* a good idea... > insistance that she was not a sprite, Bob decided it would be a good > idea to take her to see Phong. ALL: At first. > Upon arriving at the Principle Office, CROW: Because they were on the Infirmaration Superhighway. > Phong took her to the Infirmary > to see if there was anything the JOEL: Hey, those aren't scanners, they're just an alpha channel effect. > scanners could pick up. > As he ran the tests, CROW: Carrie regretted not studying earlier. > Phong began to ask JOEL: Live around here much? > Carrie questions. TOM: If you were a natural-born human transported by freakish accident to the world inside the computer, how would you convince people you weren't insane? > "You say that you do not look as you are supposed to." Phong TOM: [ As Phong ] What is your former appearance? > Carrie stared up JOEL: [ As Carrie ] What the... there's people dancing on it! > at the ceiling, > and started to recount her human appearence to them, TOM: [ As Phong ] So you were the most beautiful person we ever saw... and we're drawn to your beautiful eyes, that are quiet pools of tranquility that still betray a deep secret and still penetrate our souls... any distinguishing features? > being careful not to sound like she was crazy. CROW: So she had to keep from honking. > "Well, I had brown JOEL: But not on my head! > hair before, > and my skin was a dark beige colour. My lips were not CROW: Carrie Legault, for the new Color Trinitron. > turquoise, more of a pink colour. > These aren't even my clothes!" She TOM: Inhaling over four kilobytes of memory. > sighed deeply, > and turned her head to look at Phong. [ CROW makes a slow, squeaking, hinge-in-need-of-oil sound. ] > "I know it TOM: [ As Phong ] Sure thing, Mister Napoleon. > sounds crazy," she said, "but you've gotta believe me. > I don't belong CROW: She's only been gone fifteen milliseconds and already > here, and I need to get back home." her ISP's disconnected her forty times. > Bob looked over at her JOEL: Good woman. Tasty. > and gave TOM: He gives looks in Klingon. > her a look she didn't quite understand. > "I can try and get you home." CROW: Just go '4C E2 FC', '4C E2 FC', '4C E2 FC' while clicking your VIC-IIs together three times. > he said, "The only thing is, I need to know where you're from. JOEL: And if you can pay half tolls. > You TOM: Why, it almost makes me not want to trust the person > still haven't told me." I've never met before and know almost nothing about. > Carrie swallowed hard, CROW: There goes another 24 k of the stack. > and looked up into his TOM: As a sprite, would you feel more comfortable if we put you > eyes. into a Snoopy Versus The Red Baron game? > "Um.. well...I...you see," she stammered. From the look on his JOEL: And the banner ad running across his forehead... > face, > she decided then and there, that she was going to have to tell JOEL: [ As Carrie ] This isn't as cool as I thought it would be. > him the truth, > no matter what the conciquences. CROW: Is that the Canadian spelling? TOM: That's the Canadian misspelling. > * * * * * * * * > Part Six > Taking a deep breath, > Carrie sat up, but then looked down at JOEL: The action here has the flow of a game of Arkanoid. > the floor. > "What I'm going to tell you is confidential," She CROW: So I hope you're just very confident. > whispered, > "and it's going to sound like I've gone random. TOM: But I'm really just sampling voice chip three. > You have ALL: MAKEUP! > got to believe me, I could not just make this up." [ JOEL pulls out a pillow, bops TOM, CROW. ] > She looked up to CROW: You got -- you got something on -- something on your -- right -- > find Bob and Phong watching her with rapt attention. > Licking her lips TOM: She's going to have to get some CyberLip Balm if she keeps doing that. > unconciously, > Carrie began to run through what she was going to say, JOEL: I probably shouldn't talk too much about radiator fluids, > in her mind. it's just too much of a diversion. > "I come from a place called Earth." > She said, "I am a human, TOM: I am not a binary-coded-decimal number! > not a sprite. > Where I come from, you aren't supposed to really JOEL: You're just a metaphor for improved comprehension. > exist." > she smiled a little at Bob's startled reaction, TOM: [ As Bob ] Yeah, well, where we come from *you* don't exist, so double-dumb nyah on you! > then kept CROW: To a select group of Cartoon Network junkies. > going. "You see, where I am from, you are known only > as characters in JOEL: And why I've brought you here together. > a cartoon. Now I'm sure you're wondering what a cartoon is, > but I'll TOM: Next time she's freakishly pulled into the world of a cartoon? > have to explain that some other time." > She raced through all the CROW: I bet there are some things she *could* say that she is > things she could say, *not* considering. > and all the things she couldn't say. JOEL: Saying them would violate the Prime Directive. > "This CROW: ...mostly among people who ever bid more than thirty dollars > cartoon is called 'ReBoot', and it is very popular. on eBay for an SLP recording of the Transformers where Sea Spray meets the mermaid. > You were TOM: I'm assembling you into my Impossible Missions force. > wondering why I knew who you were, it's because, > in this show, you are CROW: Unless it's that year you don't appear at all. > the main character. > Anyone who's even seen just part of the show TOM: OK, OK, Bob's the king of the world, OK? Good for you. > knows who Bob is because you're in every episode." > It was then that Carrie realized that Phong had moved to his > and was skimming through the information there. CROW: Huh ... make money fast sending emails to pet kittens at home... > "What are you looking for, Phong?" Bob asked, curiously. JOEL: Phong? The fish is ready. > Phong TOM: Sorry, I stumbled on the "Red Hot RS-232C Action" site by mistake. > looked up at him, then at Carrie. > "I remembered hearing a story once JOEL: It was amusing. I liked it. > before > about a species called 'humans', and I am looking to see if I CROW: So far Google's returned 2,038 billion sites, and a cute > can find a reference to them." cartoon of a guy getting gumballs out of an 'o' in its logo. > Phong began to race through the TOM: Search results found. Entries deleted. Have a nice day. > information, as Bob went over to see what he was looking at. "Ah, > here it is." Phong said, > "The term 'human' was once used by a visitor JOEL: A system named Jeff Bridges? > to another system, by the name of Jeff Bridges. CROW: They're so advanced they can get the behind-the-scenes documentary of "Tron." > He claimed to come TOM: [ As Carrie ] I knew I shouldn't have written all > from Earth, just as you do." Phong looked up at Carrie, and she > swallowed hard. those tank programs! > "That's not the only way you know humans." She said, and > "And how else should we know of 'humans'?" he JOEL: Have you tried our web site? http://www.humans.int/ ? > asked. > Carrie looked down at her feet, and stayed silent, not sure TOM: [ As Carrie ] Hey, when'd I get ruby slippers? > how to tell them. > She felt a hand on her shoulder, and looked up. CROW: Why, thank you, Thing. > She found herself looking into Bob's eyes as he sat down next to her. TOM: This is what happens when the cooling fan breaks. > "It's O.K.," he said, quietly, "you can tell us." As he flashed her > his killer smile, her fears and her heart, began to melt. CROW: They should've packed her on dry ice. > "Well," JOEL: Darkwing Duck! > she whispered, "Not only am I human, but when I am home on Earth, I > would be known to you as...." > She swallowed and looked at Bob for CROW: They're running out of hands there. > reassurance. When he smiled and placed his hand on her shoulder > again, TOM: Shoulders too. > she looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath. "I am JOEL: I had no respect for individuals, just what I could make them do. > known to you as a 'User'." > * * * * * * * * > Part Seven > Carrie sat silently as Phong and Bob stared at her in shock CROW: [ As Bob ] I tell ya, full moon, that's when the crazies come out. > She had known this was going to happen eventually, and TOM: Why is telling them she's a User going to make them like her more? > she was sure that they would think she was random. > Instead of smiling CROW: Perhaps I could use a Markov chain generator to > nicely and then quietly locking her away, Bob stood up. "I don't know > what to say." he whispered, create some generic poetry product for you. > and then turned slightly, avoiding her TOM: Why? > gaze. Carrie clasped her hands together, and looked at him with > pleading eyes. "I know how bad it sounds," she whispered, "but you've > got to believe me. > This is the truth, no matter how weird it sounds." JOEL: Uhoh. Morph programs. Trouble. > She let her eyes trace his gorgeous profile, looking for any signs of > belief, or slight acceptance. > As she watched his face began to change, slowly. > Then he did TOM: Must... be... bland! > something unexpected, he whirled around to face her, his face a mask > of fierce concentration and withheld emotions. > "I can't accept that CROW: This pretty accurately gets how computers feel about their users. > you're a User!" He almost shouted, "The User is threat to the sprites > of Mainframe!" > He looked down at the floor, his hands clenched into TOM: [ As Carrie ] I just know they're going to think I'm a Mary Sue... > fists at his sides, breathing hard with the exertion used to hold back > his anger. Carrie sat back, surprised and shocked at the outburst. > Her throat constricted, and she could feel tears begin to burn in her JOEL: Oh, *that's* what she did. I forgot. > eyes. The last thing she had wanted to do was to upset Bob or anyone, > and now she had done just that. > She waited for him to storm away or TOM: [ As Bob ] I oughta interrupt your raster vectoring... > hit something, she was sure he was mad at her. > "I just can't accept JOEL: Hey, there's no crying in cyberspace! > that." he whispered, then looked up at her, his eyes glistening with > tears of his own. > "I know you can't be a User because you just don't CROW: That sounds like a major dis, really. > come across as one." > Carrie slid gracefully off the bio-bed, and walked forward. CROW: She's conserving disk space. > "I JOEL: So she can get on the 'net and sit there all week. > know you don't believe me," she said, "but you're going to have to. I > can't stay here, I have to return to Earth and my home." > Bob just CROW: Yeah, right after he gets the kid from Voyager, the Dungeons > looked at her for a while, but couldn't say anything. "I know that > you have the ability to get me back home." Carrie said, and Dragons kids, Samurai Jack, and Kidd Video back home. TOM: I'm going to stick around until he gets the kid from Liddsville home, and that's it. > "I just hope TOM: [ Harshly ] Abort, Retry... [ Softly ] Ignore? > you're willing to believe me enough to do it." Bob looked away for a > bit, deep in thought, then turned back to face her. > "I don't know if JOEL: Well. Can you direct me to Max Headroom, then? > I can," he sighed, " No Mainframer has ever been to the world of the > User, so I don't think there's anyway you can get there." > * * * * * * * * > Part Eight the one that completes the jigsaw puzzle. > Since Phong wasn't able to do much more for them, TOM: He's genial, but kind of helpless. > and had CROW: That's where they get their ethics. > responsibilities for running the Principle Office, > Bob and Carrie JOEL: Why doesn't Carrie just try saying "Xyzzy" some? > headed back to his apartment to try and work out how to get Carrie > home. > On the way there, Bob called Dot and told her to meet him at TOM: But in a wacky mixup they go to different Bob's apartments! > his apartment. > On the way there, Bob began to ask Carrie about her JOEL: [ As Bob ] So, do you have people where you come from? > home. He was curious to know what it was like. TOM: [ As Carrie ] I don't know... I never talked to one. > As Carrie was CROW: Red alert! It's the Atari 2600 "E.T." cartridge! > describing her hometown, the sky suddenly darkened, and the sound of > crackling static could be heard everywhere. "WARNING! INCOMING GAME! > WARNING! INCOMING GAME!" JOEL: We're surrounded! It's "Superman" in the other direction! > As the voice boomed through the sky, Bob cursed quietly under > Carrie looked at JOEL: [ As Carrie ] Oh, all right, you go and *play* your little *game*, > him, fear etched into her delicate features. Bob looked over at her. > *What am I going to do?* he thought, *I can't let that game close > without me, but I don't want to endanger Carrie!* dear, I'll wait up for *you*, I don't have anything else to do. > Bob saw the fear CROW: I want to check the web site for cheat codes first. > flash in Carrie's eyes, then she smiled and the fear changed to > burning fire. "What are you waiting for?" > she asked, "We can't let TOM: So get in there fast, before nobody's at risk! > that game drop onto that empty sector, or it'll be nullified for sure > with no one to beat the User. > You're the one who knows the most about CROW: You and Sid Meier. > games, > you've got to go." Bob marveled at her courage. "I'm not TOM: Oh, just burn a copy of her to CD and don't worry about it. > willing to risk your life!" He said. > Carrie shifted in her seat so JOEL: They should really just turn "disasters off" and maybe > that she was facing him squarely. "You don't have a choice!" She > shouted over the static, "The whole sector will get nullified if you > don't enter that Game!!" try auto-budgeting too. CROW: There's also the .% bond trick. > Bob stared at her, then turned his car TOM: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ricky... > sharply. The engine in his 262 whined > as it strained to pick up CROW: Made it in just under the chapter break. > speed. "Hang on!" Bob shouted, "This is gonna be close!!" > * * * * * * * * > Part Nine > Carrie opened her eyes slowly. > She had tried to enter the TOM: She's afraid of Q*Bert? > game as fearlessly as Bob, but it had gotten the best of her and she > had closed her eyes in fright. > As her eyes focused in the dim light, JOEL: She's in a maze of twisty little passages, all alike. > she began to recognize her surroundings. They were standing in a > large cavern lit by a single flickering torch. > "I know this game..." TOM: That's not a video game, that's a porn starlet. > Bob started. "It's Crystal Chambers." [ JOEL, CROW look at TOM. ] CROW: I think it's the one with the bear collecting gems. > Carrie said, and Bob turned, CROW: Hey, it's inhumane to keep traps all trapped up like that! > surprised. "The idea is to be the first to get to the final chamber a > retrive the artifact without releasing any of the traps." JOEL: Let the traps go! > Bob just TOM: And make sure you don't get caught by the Wumpus. > stared at her, and Carrie giggled. "Don't look so shocked, I've > played this game before. > I know all the secrets." JOEL: Boy, she's just got the *best* luck. > Feeling confident, TOM: Ribbit! > she reached up and touched her icon twice gently. "ReBoot!" > She CROW: C'mon, reboot, darned you! Aw... would you jiggle the thing? > could feel a wave of energy sweep over her. When it was gone, she > opened her eyes and turned to Bob. "ReBoot!" > Bob was surrounded by a beam of fluorescent green energy. > When the beam faded, Carrie's eyes began to wander down along Bob's TOM: Unfortunately, she was Mac, he was MS-DOS... > well formatted body. they could never get along. > His blue uniform had morphed into a worn leather JOEL: It's a digital Fonzie. > jacket over a white shirt with brown pants and hiking boots. > He was CROW: This is a weird Dixon Hill episode. > equipped with a carrying bag and a long bullwhip. Sitting fashionably > on the top of his head was a rather beat-up looking fedora. > He turned TOM: Null pointer error in class Heart method advance(int beat). > to face Carrie, and her heart skipped a beat. > In that outfit, he CROW, TOM: [ In unison ] "What is 'kiss'?" > looked absolutely stunning!! She let her eyes trace his body once > again, then carefully returned his gaze. > "You look like Indiana TOM: [ As Bob ] Who's this Deanna Jones I'm supposed to be in? > Jones." Carrie remarked, placing her hand on her hip. "You don't > look so bad yourself." Bob smirked, but his real thoughts were very > different. > Carrie was wearing short cutoff jeans with a baby blue JOEL: Indiana Jones and the Temple of Daisy Dukes. > midriff blouse tied in a knot. She had tall brown boots with a long > jewelled dagger attached to the right one. She also had a large gun > holsted around her waist. > *Wow!* Bob thought, *She looks awesome! I wonder if she > Then he reached up and tilted the fedora CROW: The problems of two sprites don't amount > slightly. "Well," he said, to a hill of beans in this crazy mixed-up world... > "If we're gonna win this game, we better JOEL: They're stored on ROM page four. We can get any move we need. > get a move on." > Reaching up, he removed the torch from its holder, TOM: Let's get back to the real game. > and they moved forward together into the unknown. JOEL: [ Picking up TOM ] Works for me. [ ALL leave. ] [ 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6.. ] [ SATELLITE OF LOVE DESK. The Monopoly set is on the center of the JOEL: OK, that's a six, that puts Gypsy [ moving her piece ] on the [ An awkward pause. JOEL rolls the dice, and advances MAGIC VOICE's JOEL: [ Not paying attention as TOM and CROW think of an example ] [ As JOEL takes cash from MAGIC VOICE's pile and turns over a card ] GYPSY: Automan. [ COMMERCIAL SIGN flashes ] JOEL: They couldn't have been better. We'll be right back. [ JOEL taps COMMERCIAL SIGN. ] You must Sign in before you can post messages.
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