------------------------------------------------------------------------------ < - - - - - - - - - - Designed for a 78-letter line size - - - - - - - - - - > ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Blood and Metal", by David Gonterman MSTing by Shay Caron (Shay_Caron@letterbox.com) Part 5 of 9 [ INT SOL. Mike is examining a large machine vaguely resembling an Apple ][. Crow and Tom look on. ] TOM: Since when are you such a mechanical expert? MIKE: I took a Sally Struthers correspondence course. Hammer? CROW: Hammer... hammer... [ Crow reaches over, grabs Tom by the head, and hands him to Mike. ] Here ya go. MIKE: Thanks. [ Mike pounds at the machine for a moment and then notices Tom. ] Ack! [ drops Tom ] TOM: Ouch! CROW: Hee hee. MIKE: Very funny, Crow. [ tinkers some more ] Wrench? [ Without a word, Tom grabs Crow's arm with his mouth, wrenches it off, and gives it to Mike. ] CROW: Yeow! MIKE: Thanks. [ twists a screw ] Aack! [ drops Crow's arm ] TOM: Hee hee. MIKE: OK, guys, just stop it. TOM: So what *is* this?! MIKE: Well, I've been thinking about Davey C down there. Sounds like he's going to try to take over the universe. CROW: So? MIKE: So we've got to stop him before he starts, and this machine will do just that. TOM: And you built this all on your own? MIKE: Well, the nanites helped a little. They made the actual parts using molecules from around the ship. [ Crow suddenly falls down behind the counter with a CRACK sound. ] CROW: Like from the floor, for example? MIKE: Well, yeah. TOM: So what's it do? MIKE: First of all, it prevents-- [ The Movie Sign alarms go off. ] ALL: DAVEY SIGN!! MIKE: Darn it. [ 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... ] [ Everyone enters the theater. ] > ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Page 11 > ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- MIKE: Nowhere near heaven. TOM: How long're ya gonna keep that up? MIKE: As long as I can keep finding rhymes. > > Davey was somewhat disappointed when he saw that his hut appeared to be > near completion. TOM: [ Davey ] I wanna keep staying in Sonia's hut. CROW: Suni. TOM: Whatever. > He really wanted to help in the construction. "Hey, my > friend," CROW: Oh, and there's Davey too. > Cadmen Coon ALL: [ snicker ] MIKE: Ah yes, David Gonterman, Lord of Freaky Weird Names. TOM: Well, what do you expect from a "Gonterman"? > said from the roof. CROW: So is he a raccoon or a dog? TOM: Huh? CROW: "Roof". MIKE: Oh. > "It's no problem for us. You've > been doin' more with your built-in 24-hour Internet Access than anything we > can hack out by hand." TOM: Of course, log-on time is horrendous! > "Yeah," Bear added, who just leapt down from above, landing behind > Davey. "Even with help." CROW: [ Bear ] Boo. > "YIIIIIIIII!!!!" ALL: WAAAAAAAAAUGH!! CROW: I didn't mean it! MIKE: Geez, Davey, calm down! > Davey jumped straight up ten feet. TOM: Yeah, three inches at a time. > "My oh my, David. > You're kinda jumpy today. I've never expected you to have 'outsider moods' CROW: He's in the outsider mood. > this soon." > Davey paused for breath. TOM: [ loud gasping ] > "Sorry, Bear. I'm just not used to working [ pause ] CROW: Oh, there's, ah, no period. > with a team. I must confess to being a loner of sorts." MIKE: [ Davey ] People scream and run when they see me approaching. > "'Team?' Why Davey, the way these people welcome folks, you'll end up TOM: [ Bear ] Dead within days! > thinking they're family in a month. Where's Bunnie?" CROW: Oh, she went to go kill her parents for screwing up royally naming her. > "Good news, Bear," Mighty said. "The test on her was successful. She > was at Rotor's when I went by . . ." > "Successful? You mean?" TOM: [ Mighty ] Yeah, I'm not sure either. > "Come with me, son." > > ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- MIKE: Oh my god! This fanfic's a flatliner! > > As Davey and Bear walked to Rotor's hut, they talked at length about > Davey's social life on Earth. BOTS: Or lack thereof. > Or rather, the lack of one. BOTS: Hey! > "It seemed that > I have been but CROW: Yeah, he's been butt all right. > on that mudball to piss of as many people as possible. MIKE: Umm... TOM: Hm. > Sooner or later, I'll say something or do something that will offend > somebody. MIKE: It's like he's saying this for our benefit. > I'm sure hat MIKE: [ Davey ] Yes, my hat is very confident in itself. > I'll get some of you Mobians mad at me eventually." > "Well, piss off the right people; the ALL: MSTies!! > bad guys." TOM: Same diff. > "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea, here. However, on my home world, MIKE: [ Davey ] We consume mass quantities of peanut butter. CROW: [ Davey ] Anyone different is shot. TOM: [ Davey ] Socks are plentiful the world over! > I keep trying to keep myself from losing what few friends I had. > Unfortunately, that means keeping to myself, like MIKE: Michael Jackson! TOM: John Vandermeulen! CROW: Who? > those bears you've named > after." > "True. But in my years, CROW: There are numbers. > and believe me, they are plenty, TOM: [ Bear ] Yep, I'm an old fart and I'm proud! > I found out > that even bears need other people every now and then, otherwise they just go MIKE: [ Bear ] Slaughter a city or two. > nuts. These are good people, these Freedom Fighters, and you are a BOTS: Geek! > much > better person than you give yourself credit for. TOM: Well, he'd have to be! > They will become your > family, David, if you would open up MIKE: Ow! That'd be painful! > and let them. I think you know that > already, by what you're doing to Sonia." ALL: EEEEEEWWW!!! > "Hmm. I suppose." TOM: 3x plus 7 could be equal to 6x minus 10! > Bear put his paw on Davey's shoulder. CROW: And attached it with a staple gun. MIKE: > "If you ever need someone to > talk to, don't be afraid MIKE: [ Bear ] To zark off! > to see me, okay?" The two stopped by Rotor's hut. > "Thanks, Bear." > > ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- CROW: Really boring paper dolls/stick figures. > > From a distance, Bunnie Buns, CROW: Ack! MIKE: Gag! TOM: Barf! > a.k.a. Bunnie Rabbot, MIKE: Let's just stick with that, OK? TOM: Please? > looked as if she > was never been roboticized, CROW: [ laughing ] "Was never been roboticized"?! > but as you looked real close, CROW: [ laughing harder ] "As you looked real close"?! > you will see the CROW: [ nearly in hysterics ] "As you looked, you will see"?? TOM: [ megaphone ] This is the Grammar Police! We have your web site surrounded! Come out with your word processor up! Resistance is really irritating! > hinges and pivot rings that are the tell-tale signs of CROW: [ mostly recovered ] Years of bondage. MIKE: Crow... > roboticization, only TOM: Painted purple! > a lot more subtle. MIKE, TOM: Unlike Crow! CROW: Hey. > She was frozen in a position where she was CROW: Er... I think I'll just let that one slide. > taking her > pulse in her roboticized arm. MIKE: Do robots have pulses? CROW: I dunno. [ He holds out his arm. ] MIKE: [ He takes Crow's arm. ] Hmm, nothing. TOM: What about me? MIKE: Er, how do you take the pulse of a spring? > Her copiously crying eyes just stare blankly. [ all in a monotone, quickly, one after another: ] MIKE: I like melons. CROW: Cheese is good. TOM: String tastes funny. MIKE: Hooray for socks. TOM: I can do the splits. CROW: Frogs smell bad. > "She just found her pulse and froze like that," Rotor tried to explain > while shaking TOM: His booty. CROW: [ pirate ] Arr arr arr! > her. "I can't seem to wake her up." > Bear and Davey glanced at each other. BOTS: [ Bear, Davey ] What a moron. > "She must be in shock." MIKE: TOM: [ babbles ] > "Yeah, > or by what I call it, TOM: Syntho-Flavo-Shock! MIKE: Don't forget the Five. TOM: Oh, silly me. > 'Systems Lock-Up.'" "You say that as if we can just > re-boot her and she'll be fine." CROW: Ooh, pick me! I'll boot her! > "Sure thing, Bear. Here's how:" CROW: You take two strawberry Pop-Tarts, put them in a toaster, get a heavy glove... > Davey grabbed an empty bucket, filled it up with water, and threw it at > Bunnie. Splash! MIKE: Clang! TOM: Splat! CROW: Crunch! TOM: Kaboom! CROW: Whack! MIKE: Thunk! CROW: MIKE: Crow!! > "Aaachk! Sppputtt! H-Hey! What the hoo-hah!?! Oooooh, Ah'm all wet! > How'd ah . . . " > "Bunnie, you're back." > "What do ya mean, Ro--" She pointed with her left arm. CROW: With her middle finger on that arm. > "Oh, ah > must've found mah pulse on this arm and . . . MIKE: [ announcer voice ] Bunnie Rabbot has her thumb on the pulse of--well, her arm. What'd you think? CROW: I think Davey has some sort of blood fetish. MIKE: Crow... > ah must've drifted a mile > away, Sugar." TOM: That's "Sugah". CROW: Tom, shut up. > "I take it you couldn't find your pulse in that arm for quite a while, > didn't you, Bunnie?" MIKE: [ ominously ] Her arm fell asleep one day and *never* *woke* *up*. CROW: Sounds like a tale someone's mother would tell. > "Why sho', Davey Dear. It's been three years since Ah got chuck int' > th' Roboticizer. CROW: [ Bunnie ] An' let me tell ya, Chuck sure did squirm! > Sonic shut that durn thang ALL: [ singing ] Shake yer groove thang, shake yer groove thang, yeah yeah! > off mid-way. Oh mah stars, if > not for these small grooves, Ah'd think ah was TOM: Elvis! > cured!" > "Why don't ya just say that you are TOM: Elvis! > cured, Bunnie? MIKE: [ Bunnie ] Um, because I'm not? CROW: David Gonterman. The Lord of Fanfic Self-Insertion, Angst, and Denial. > That bio-genetic > limbs you've got now is identical in nature to the body you were born with." CROW: Except for the DSS remote surgically attached to your armpit. > "Are you thinking what Ah'm thinking, Davey Dear?" MIKE: [ Pinky ] I think so, Bunnie, but... well, Bill Clinton and Katie Couric? It just wouldn't work out. > "We show your new bod to th' public MIKE: That has *got* to be illegal. > next time we fight the Badniks." > "And when Snivley looks at littl' ol' me and finds out about all this." TOM: Shouldn't that be an ellipsis? MIKE: Tom, we're 11 "pages" into the story. Why start now? > She struck a pose. TOM: Rabbit of the Apocalypse? MIKE, CROW: Huh? TOM: I dunno. It just came to me. > "The Quicktime Video of that pusbag crapping his pants TOM: Ewww! MIKE: Eeegh! CROW: Davey, keep your fantasies to yourself! MIKE: CROW!! > will be as > priceless as the Simpson murder cartoon!" > "Ooooooo, Davey Dear, you can be a devil at times!" TOM: More like *the* Devil. CROW: Well, he's no Ned Flanders. > Davey smiles mischievously with a chuckle that will strike fear in that > ersatz despot mentioned. CROW: Vocab word! Vocab word! > > ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Page 12 > ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- MIKE: Um... well... er... for content we delve. CROW: You're really reaching. MIKE: Who asked you? > > Red on Black TOM: Jay and Kay? > eyes stare at countless monitors. CROW: Oh, come on. One, two, three. There, was that so hard? MIKE: Well, it did take Capcom years to get to three from two. > A chubby finger points at a fox figure climbing debris. TOM: [ owner of said finger ] I want him for my next husband. > "Snivley, is this the one you've been telling me about?" > "Yes, Doctor, MIKE: Animals vill be bred und slaughtered! CROW: Actually, I wouldn't put that past this guy. > he's Davey Crockett, the newest Freedom Fighter who's > causing such a ruckus as of late." > "Hmmm, Interesting. CROW: [ Mindy ] Why? > I've read his file. . .his cunning and > resourcefulness matches my own. TOM: Grammar flame! The singular verb doesn't match the plural subject! > Davey steps into a spotlight. MIKE: Buck Sidebroth! CROW: Punt Steakbeef! TOM: Crunch Slabaroni! MIKE: Bolt Blastgroin! CROW: Big Brickbody! TOM: Blast Deadman! MIKE: Crunch Thornbuns! CROW: Fridge Slamrod! TOM: Dick Beeflift! > "Stop the presses! MIKE: Or else! > His arm! And those eyes! TOM: Your eyes are like limpid pools of blood. > And this record of his! CROW: [ Neptune Man ] Hey, Davey has my record! Give it back! > . . . He the mirror image of myself, in a way. TOM: [ Robotnik? ] He have got grammar crappier than I! > I like him already! MIKE: [ Robotnik? ] Well, except for the fact that he destroys all of my robots. Other than that, he's really neat! > Hahahahaha!" MIKE: No, no, no, it's "Bwah-hahahahaha!" > As Robotnik laughed, silvery liquid seeped from his left roboticized > arm. ALL: Ewwwy! MIKE: Ivo's infected! TOM: Pus! Yuck! > Packbell quickly TOM: Became nauseous. > placed a pan underneath the drip. CROW: [ Robotnik ] Hey, how'd Davey get in *here*?! > Robotnik leaned forward. "So, Davey Crockett, Mr. King of the Cyber > Frontier--heh-heh. CROW: [ Beavis ] Heh-heh-heh, he said "frontier". TOM: [ Butthead ] Huh-huh-huh, he said "lean", too. CROW: [ Beavis ] Heh-heh-heh, lean to. Heh-heh-heh. > What have you been doing lately?" MIKE: The tango! > "HE'S BEEN DOIN' THIS, ROBUTTNIK!!" ALL: We don't want to know. > "Gazooks!!!!" CROW: The wish-granting green man? TOM: Gazooks shmazooks. > "It's Bunnie!" "Her arm!!!" MIKE: It's-- all together now: ALL: Green and moldy!! TOM: Man, we just take a joke and stretch it until it snaps! MIKE: Aaugh! CROW: There goes the arm joke. > All three gasped as Bunnie Buns ALL: [ shout out "No" repeatedly ] > jumped into the camera as she pumped > her formerly roboticized left arm TOM: What, now it's real again? MIKE: No, but "Davey-kins" can't tell the difference. > over her right in an two-armed obscene > gesture. MIKE: Oddly enough, she was facing Davey. CROW: I wouldn't call that "odd". > Five seconds later, the monitor flashed blue, TOM: Courtesy of the Amazing Rando! > then cut to white > noise. CROW: Green Jelly is cooler, though. > The "'Hedgehog--Priority One' when lit" lamp ALL: [ snicker ] MIKE: Throwing objects at the lamp will *not* get you more Hedgehog--Priority One! TOM: Aaugh, we got Hedgehog--Priority One sign! > flashed loudly. CROW: Here we go again with the "light makes noise". > > ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- > > "PREPARE TO BE ASSIMILATED! RESISTANCE WILL BE FUTILE!" CROW: I am Intel of Borg. Prepare to be assimilated. Running integration process... *bzzt* Division by zero error. Operation aborted. MIKE: Ich bin Fritz von Borg. Widerstand ist zwecklos! TOM: I am Q of Borg. Now you're *really* in trouble! > Davey shouted > his battle cry ALL: [ Sailor Moon ] Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!! > as he leapt into the fray, with a blazing rifle in each arm. > "Wow-whee, Big Daddy!" CROW: Eeeyuck. > Bunnie cheered as her limbs morphed from skin to > metal. "Show me that there mean streak of yars, sugah!!" CROW: I'm starting to get scared, Mike. MIKE: Don't worry. We'll break soon. > Sonic bounded in and out of the scene, careening on every Swat he sees. ALL: Boingy, boingy, boingy! > "Let's dance rustbuckets, and I don't mean polka!" MIKE: [ imitates accordion ] BOTS: No! NO! *NOO*!! > "In fact," Sally sprang up to slingshot a paint pellet into a bot's > eye, CROW: Oh, my eye! TOM: Oh, my... dome. > "I believe that Davey here has some appropriate music for this ball. MIKE: Beethoven? > A > little of that metal band you've told me about, please?" CROW: Bach? > "A very fine choice, My Princess." Davey pushed some keys. TOM: Handel? > The rhythm guitar of the Earth band Metallica ALL: Nooo! MIKE: For a "ball"?! TOM: Ga-a-ag!! CROW: Give me a break! > blared from some of the > Monitor Orbs MIKE: Hey, there's Cambot! TOM: He's just popping up in all sorts of fanfics! > that happened to be floating by. CROW: Recording three geniuses' comments. TOM: Well, two, anyway. MIKE, CROW: Hey! TOM: Hee hee. > Sally heard of that band when > Davey joined in a bonfire, CROW: [ Beavis ] FIRE!! Heh-heh-heh! TOM: [ chanting ] Burn him! Burn him! > and mistook a Mobian folk song for "Nothing Else > Matters," one of this bands ballads. MIKE: So she thought a Mobian song was an Earth song. BOTS: Seems that way. MIKE: I hate this fanfic. > The lyrics sung-- MIKE: [ singing ] Don't send in the clowns... don't send in the clowns... don't send in the clowns... CROW: [ Zorak ] They always get me down. > So close, but ever so > far/Never guess just how from the start/Forever trust in who we are/And > nothing else matters--were quite haunting. BOTS: [ ghost noises ] OooooOOOOOOoooooo.... > This song being played now was > about war's effect on the environment MIKE: To sum up the arguments: "not good". > and was entitled, "Blackened." She > would've liked that song despite the guitars sounding like a swarm of killer > bees CROW: Well, guys, we better get buzy! BOTS: Hee hee... > and vocals that can melt tofu. ALL: [ singing ] Killer Tofu-u-u!! > Unfortunately, she couldn't hear the > words over the sound of robot heads exploding. MIKE: No, Tom! > "Okay, Sonic. I've just got info-dumped TOM: Ewww... > that we've got Robotnik's > attention. Go to Act Two." CROW: Level One, Act Two: Green Hill Zone. TOM: FANBOY! > Sonic broke away, Tails follows. The other four paired up: Sally with > Bunnie and Davey with Antoine. CROW: Shouldn't it be male/female pairs? MIKE: Crow... CROW: Finish your sentences. TOM: And then they meet up with Jonathan Brisby IV! MIKE, CROW: Nooooooooo!! > > ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- CROW: [ Beavis ] Heh-heh-heh... it's a stick. Heh-heh-heh. > > An extendable robotic arm darts in and out, knocking out badniks one by > one. It grabs hold of the last one. ALL: Crunch! > "Git ovah heah!!" TOM: Stereotypical accent attack! MIKE: Women, small children, and temps first! BOTS: Hey! > Bunnie yanks that last bot in close, CROW: [ bot ] Oh yeah... ohhh yeah... > right into a bionic dropkick. CROW: [ bot ] D'oh. > "Something Ah picked up from Davey, Sally Girl." TOM: [ Bunnie ] The measles. Want some? > She looks at the > robot head she's still holding, which has been removed from the body MIKE: What, does Davey think we're too stupid to figure that out on our own? > and > dripping oil. "Ewww, gross, Ah didn't wanna pick up the 'oil effects.' CROW: A new Photoshop filter. > Hey, check this out, Princess. This heah's TOM: What's a "heah"? > a new model." MIKE: It's a new model, I guess. > "You're right, Bunnie. CROW: [ Sally ] That's the most new model heah I've ever seen. > I was wondering what Snivley's been doing > lately. He was MIKE: Stuck on the 17th level of Crash Bandicoot 2. > designing new badniks." MIKE: Well, yeah, after he got tired of getting stung by the bees. > As if to prove her point, MIKE: Snively threw his Playstation out the window. > another Swat appeared; this one with heat > laser for one arm. CROW: And for the other arm, a waffle iron. > A paint pellet caused that laser to overload, setting > the bot on fire. MIKE: Oh, yeah, one pellet blows a bot to bits. CROW: So Robotnik ends up being defeated by a game of paintball? TOM: It takes more than paint to defeat me! > The two ladies has to get 25 meters between themselves > from this robot torch BOTS: Huh? MIKE: At this point, the proofreader throws up his or her hands and says, "That's it, I give up." > before the fuel systems ignite, exploding the bot in a > fireball. CROW: [ shouting ] Ha-do-ken!! > Suddenly, a dark shadow passed above them. They looked up. And > gasped. TOM: And fragmented their sentences. MIKE: And forgot to use nouns. > "Oh mah stars, Sally. You weren't kidding." CROW: [ Sally ] I wasn't? > > ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- > > Dave zigged when he should've zagged, and that ran him right into an > alley of-- MIKE: Jello! TOM: Dirt! CROW: Intestines! > "Worker Bots!! ALL: Oh. > Crud!" > Over a hundred robot cats, dogs, foxes, rabbits, and other fauna said > in unison, TOM: SLEEEEEP! > "SURRENDER FREEDOM FIGHTER ON ORDER FROM ROBOTNIK," and advanced > like zombies. MIKE: [ holds his arms out zombie-like ] > Antoine yelped in fright. TOM: Yipe yipe yipe yipeyipeyipe... > "You cannot deztroy theez, Misu Crockett!" CROW: Did he just say "Miss Crockett"? > Davey backed his partner back into the street. "Maybe I don't have to, > Ant. MIKE: [ Davey ] I'll just chop off their heads and--no, wait. > Time to break out the EMP mode." MIKE: Elephants Mash Plants! TOM: Eat My Pants! CROW: Every Man Poopies! TOM: Ewww! > Davey switched rifles to phasers, CROW: To squirt guns! > setting each to Electromagnetic Pulse. ALL: Oh. MIKE: I like "Eat My Pants" better. > Antoine did the same with his one > phaser. "This is a great opportunity to beta test TOM: HomeSite 3.0. > Rotor's idea." > The two returned to the mecha undead TOM: And now SLEEEEEP! MIKE: It's a mecha-undead-load of savings at Menard's! > and opened fire. Within moments half > of the crowd fell down stunned, CROW: It's a fanfic ray! MIKE: How cruel! Not even robots should be subjected to such torture! BOTS: "NOT EVEN" ROBOTS? MIKE: I meant not even *evil* robots. > the rest took cover behind the fallen ones. > "It works, mon ami. Zey are down, but zey are not out!" > Knowing that this wave of bots is kept at bay, the two decided to turn > and run to their rondeaux point, TOM: "Rondeaux"?! MIKE: Maybe it's "rendezvous". > Uncle Chuck's hidden lab in Robotroplis, > where Sonic and Tails ran off to. They rounded the corner. TOM: With a wood rasp? > And called out to their respective gods. CROW: Yes? MIKE: Crow, you're no god. > Now, if it were a perfect world, ALL: WE WOULDN'T BE HERE NOW!!! > Antoine and Davey would ask each other CROW: Out on a date! > about who's name they have just used as a part prayer, part cuss word, since TOM: What? > they have never heard of the person the other one shouted out loud: MIKE: I don't get it. > "Destiny? Who the phrack's Destiny?" "I am wondering just who ees zis > Jesus Christ person, yes?" MIKE: Oh. CROW: "What do you mean by 'Roll Fizzlebeef'?" > Unfortunately, ALL: We *are* here now. > discussions on religion will have > to wait, ALL: Woohoo! > because Davey Crockett and Antoine DeCollette were staring up a > giant robotic gargoyle, MIKE: Who quickly kills them. The end. > twenty feet tall with a thirty feet wingspan. CROW: Which kills them. The end. > And > impervious to Electromagnetic Pulse shots. TOM: So it kills them, the end. > "Damn. Where's Xanatos when you need him?" Davey ad-libbed CROW: Ours are better. > as he > grabbed a petrified Antoine and booked. MIKE: Oh, he's busy beating up Nimnul. CROW: Waugh! TOM: Aaack! MIKE: Sorry. > > ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- > > The hedgehog, with two-tailed fox in tow, made a beeline MIKE: Come on, Sonic, get buzy! TOM: [ snicker ] > for Uncle > Chuck's hidden base, blowing past any bot unfortunate enough to be in CROW: This fanfic. > between them and their destination. > Sonic did a bird call, which was answered. TOM: With a bird poop. 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 > Three," and sped inside. > > ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- > > The ladies got Sonic's message as they were surrounded by Swats, they > locked their weapons and prepared to fire. TOM: Was that a run on sentence, I think it was. MIKE: It just needed a conjunction, it was missing an "and". > "Time for a Bunnie Hop, Sally Girl." Bunnie picked up the Princess as > her 'robot' legs expand. > One hop and hydraulic jacks CROW: Apple Hydraulic Jacks. TOM: We hop what we like! > propelled the two a quarter mile straight > up and several city blocks ahead. > The Swats opened fire on empty air, taking themselves out instead. ALL: Wah-wah-waaaahhh... > > > ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- > > "CROCKETT MOVING ON HOVERBIKE AT 450 KM/HOUR HEADING. . .OH, NO. . > .HE'S TAKING DETONATION BOULEVARD!" CROW: Sounds painful. Go for it! > Detonation Boulevard was originaly just an ordinary street on > Mobotroplis before the coup. TOM: Groin coup? > Robotnik riddled the place with traps, mines, > and enough automated weaponry to turn it into a death trap for living > Mobians. CROW: OK, *definitely* go for it! > It would have been advoided if Davey knew any better and is he > hasn't been called in by Sonic at that time. TOM: Wha-a-at?! 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' > answer to Purgatory ALL: [ singing ] Oh, Purgatory, here we co-o-ome! > 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 > right angle into a relatively safer street CROW: As in "there's only *7* nuclear bombs hidden on *this* street". > as the rest of Detonation > Boulevard went the way of the MIKE: Tiger? > Waco Branch Davidian Inferno. TOM: Oh *please*. > "YEEEEE > HAAAAAA! WHAT A RUSH!!!" MIKE: Limbaugh. > Davey held his arms in victory as Bunnie and > Sally landed on the nose section. TOM: SPLAT! > "I can't believe you did that, Crockett! Not even Sonic will go near > that Street of Death!" CROW: [ Sally ] You see, Sonic has a brain. > "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 > Antoine TOM: [ Davey ] Hey, Ant, wake up. Oh... you didn't make it. Sorry 'bout that. 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. > CROW: Let's get out of here. PEARL: [ off screen ] One more page, guys. CROW: Damn. > ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Page 13 > ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- MIKE: Oh, pass. There's nothing that rhymes with "thirteen". > > "So, you're Davey Crockett, huh?" Charles Hedgehog, TOM: Charles, Charlie, Charlibus. > 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 > nephew." TOM: Smashing them to a bloody pulp. > 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 > when you just showed up here. . . CROW: [ Charles ] It was a good idea to shave off that 2-foot orange mustache. > You don't look so psychotic, either." > "Oh, don't mind that, Chuck," Sonic injected. TOM: [ Sonic ] It's time for your relaxing medicine, Chuck. > "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." > "Yeah, Charles. MIKE: In Charge. > Back home, This big guy's one of the nicest people > you'll know. Even Sonia warms up to him. You ask me, I think CROW: Really? I never would have guessed. MIKE: He's not done talking. > this mean > streak of his is just an act." TOM: Not a very good act, but an act nonetheless. > "You want to analyz ze complex human perzonalitee, my preencezz? CROW: [ Ren Hoek ] You EEdiot! > I do > not theenk you want to zign up for ze dirty job." CROW: I'll do it. He's nuts. There, I'm done. 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 > imaginary catwalk, TOM: Just like that imaginary stein? 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 > mode. Charles did a double take. BOTS: [ Charles ] Ewwwww! > "Whatta ya think, Charles? MIKE: [ Charles ] It *stinks*! > Is it an > upgrade or the cure? TOM: Or a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle? > 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. > It's the sure cure for what ails the roboticized." TOM: I suggest getting used to the fact that you're a robot. 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." > "Please, Davey, call me Charles. 'Chuck' if you must. TOM: --elid. CROW: So that's where the horrible stench is coming from. > 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. > I'll get this along the way. Please." CROW: [ Charles ] Bite me. > Everybody sat down, even Tails, who just came in slowly. Everybody > notices. TOM: Except Sonic, and Sally, and also Davey, and Charles doesn't notice 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 > scientist. Is it full time of part time?" MIKE: [ laughing ] What?! CROW: Full time of part time? Sheesh! > "As you know, Princess, we've got two mysteries to solve. The first of > which is TOM: Why does this fanfic even EXIST?! > 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 > back?" TOM: Plot Contrivance Theater screws up plans again. 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 > taking over. So, they sent him back!" CROW: Yeah, they sent him to a *real* Hell! > 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 > been dumping CROW: Eeewwww!! 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, > the two happened to begin at the same time. It leads me to believe that > they might be related." MIKE: Twin brother and sister? 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 > investigation. CROW: [ Charles ] We're going to find out whether or not Bill Clinton is 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 > game is. MIKE: Monopoly. 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 > there the two of us can find out all we need to know about Robotnik." MIKE: But Were Afraid to Ask. > "Will do, Chuck." CROW: [ Davey ] Roger Wilcox. > > ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- > > "Y'know, Sonny," TOM: [ Charles ] You can look like a vampire by sticking straws in your upper 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 > since I got my mind back, BOTS: [ snort ] 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 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 > first place: To mend people, to make them whole again, MIKE: Except for the hole in your chest where we insert the battery. > not to send my > people into slavery." TOM: Hey, I get it now! These robots are actually a parallel to the situation before the Civil War! CROW: No, robots are just cool. > "Then blame Robotnik, who uses the machine for evil, not the machine > itself. CROW: Robotnik uses the machine for evil, but he doesn't use the machine 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 > the drain." ALL: [ toilet flushing noises ] > "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 > cyberdeck, dual input jacks, and comfortable, if cramped, recliner chairs. MIKE: Oooo, gimme! We don't have any recliners up here on the SOL! > Davey's not claustrophobic, but TOM: He tries his best. > as he looked into that room he longed for > some wide open space. > And cyberspace definably does qualify as 'wide open space.' TOM: No it doesn't. It's just a string of ONES and ZEROS!! MIKE: You got zeros? We had to use the letter O. > Inspired > by an earthling fiction writer, MIKE: Lemme guess, an earthling fiction writer, perhaps FROM ST. LOUIS?! 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 > reality interface to the 'net. CROW: Wouldn't that be, like, the *only* VR interface to the 'net?! TOM: Not in Davey's world. > A checkerboard expands to infinity. MIKE: Wow. I am amazed. > Chess > pieces of cubes, pyramids, cones, cylinders, and other geometric shapes MIKE: And the really freaky mutated shape that glows! TOM: All hail the power of the really freaky mutated shape that glows! > represents data bases, security systems, computer networks, and other > connections in Mobius' Information Superhighway. CROW: What is this, Blood and Metal or Tron? MIKE: Or Shadowrun. > Blue rivers intertwine in > computer chip fashion between the chess > pieces. MIKE: Checkmate. TOM: I counter. MIKE: You can't "counter" a checkmate! > "And with this view screen, you'll have an electron's eye view of > 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, CROW: Davey, you can't jack into cyberspace! You don't *know* jack! MIKE: That joke was pretty much inevitable. > I don't need view > screens. . ." MIKE: [ deep voice ] Cuz Ah'm a MAN! > 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 > changed; CROW: He's got a brain! > Davey was dressed more like a superhero, with a cape, and he > appeared to be glowing inside. ALL: Ewww! > His hands and eyes were lit up with the > promise of power, and his tail was like it was set on fire. MIKE: [ chuckling nervously ] Oh, it's the "FoxFire Studios" thing. Heh heh. Kill me. > ". . . Not when > I can become one with the 'net. I now have a cosmic-style awareness over CROW: Pickles. > 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 > are correct, every terminal and monitor is having a feedback loop sent > directly to you. TOM: [ Charles/Chuck ] You're picking up the Sci-Fi Channel! CROW: [ Charles/Chuck ] And Comedy Central! MIKE: [ Davey ] Noooooo!! > Davey, you're monitoring every computer on Mobius > even as we speak! Do you think you can handle--" MIKE: [ Charles/Chuck ] The awesome responsibilities that come with such power? > "I'm surprised to say it, but CROW: [ Davey, cheerfully ] Not a chance, dickweed! > I am! Normally, the human, or Mobian > mind for that matter, cannot handle this much input all at once, it would be > unintelligible at least, insanity-producing at most. TOM: Or maybe it would create run-on sentences, do you think so too? > 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!! 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 > Room. MIKE: [ Robotnik ] Get me more lard for my tea! > "--need: Another high speed show-off! And this one destroyed a death > trap meant for Sonic!" TOM: [ Robotnik ] The stupid death-trap-setter-offer! > "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 > monitors, admiring Davey's work. > That's odd," Chuck mused. "Usually, Robotnik would be throttling CROW: Hey, he spelled "throttling" right! > Snivley TOM: Misspelled "Snively", though. MIKE: Guess you can't have everything. > for that crack." > "Mmm. I'd believe ya, Chuck. MIKE: [ Davey ] Except that you're a fool, Chuck. > And he appears to be admiring me as > well. I don't think that's, like, normal for someone like him." TOM: [ Butthead ] Or something. Huh-huh-huh. CROW: Not normal for anyone sane, that is. > "Humph, MIKE: [ Charles/Chuck ] Bite me. > from what I heard, that would be debatable." > "Hey now!" CROW: [ Davey ] Uh, is that an insult or not? I can't tell. > Davey turned to make a face at Chuck, but something from > the feed caught his eye: Silvery-Grey ooze seeped from Robotnik's left > metal arm. Robotnik notices. "Damn." MIKE: Yuck, he's still infected! > "Man, Talk about crappy quality," Davey said in disgust. "Who made > that arm? Apple?" TOM: Bite me, Win-boy! > Charles just stood silently, scratching his chin, CROW: [ Charles/Chuck ] Not by the itch on my chinny-chin-chin! > as Packbell arrives > into the scene, MIKE: [ Packbell ] Hey! Am I gonna get any lines here? > placing another pan underneath the drip. MIKE: [ Packbell ] Guess not. > "Y'now, CROW: Yeah, now. What about now? > sonny, I'm > beginning to think that's not really Robotnik." TOM: Well, gee, he's oozing pus-like goo and he seems to *like* Davey. Sounds 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, > thanked-- TOM: Not spanked! 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 > now either dead of roboticized. > "Now I KNOW that's not CROW: Butter! > Robotnik!" > "If he's not, then, who is he?" CROW: He's Fabio! > "Not who, Davey, What? Do a all-database scan for 'Auto- Automations,' > for me, will you." > "Way ahead of you. . . [15 second pause] MIKE: [ Davey ] Well, sorta ahead, at least. > . . . I've got something." TOM: [ Davey ] A rash. > Davey relays a record to Chuck about CROW: Rash removal. > Snivley and Packbell creating an Auto > Automation MIKE: "Auto-Automation"? Gimme a break. Not only is it redundant, it repeats 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." > "Main Roboticizer #2?! MIKE: How're they gonna get him in there-- 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! > what's this? CROW: [ Charles/Chuck ] Get your hand away from there, Davey. > Roboticizer Override?" TOM: I'd rather see Roboticizer Ponyride. > "This I've got to see. . . " Davey reached out for the file, but > suddenly, white lightning could be seen from some of the paths of blue, and > approaching paths. MIKE: [ HAL 9000 ] I'm sorry, Davey, but I'm afraid I can't do that. > "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 > Countermeasure Electronics,' designed to take out uninvited guests in > computer networks by any means possible, even if it means flatlining the MIKE: Fanfic. > poor soul. CROW: That'd be us. > "Jack out of here, now!!" > Davey managed to get a copy of the Roboticizer Override file in a split TOM: Hair? > second before he jacked out, just before the ICE ran into the ram space he > was just occupying one CPU cycle before. . . MIKE: Ah, cyberpunk crap. Fun, fun, fun. > > ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- > > "Whew," Charles said as their brains MIKE: Let's skip that one. 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 > file?" MIKE: [ Davey ] Well, yeah, I got it right--hey, where'd that magnet come 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 > expected those cyberspace defenses to be developed on Mobius. Now, this > game is going to be fun." TOM: Fun? HA!! > "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 > came out from Sega, MIKE: [ Charles/Chuck ] Then YOU, my friend, are an idiot. > think of it from OUR point of view. And by what I'm > fearing from what I think 'Roboticizer Override' means, I'm afraid that TOM: This fanfic is going to get *worse*. > 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?" > "Don't know, son. Let's assume he did, however, and move up our plans > from there. I'll signal the others. . ." CROW: [ Charles/Chuck ] Dear others, bite me. Love, Chuck. > [ Without a word, the crew flees out of the theater as fast as they can. ] [ MST3K planet bumper. 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