< Bosda flees, screaming, from Left-Handed Radioactive Fire-Breathing Anteater Of Doom. >
WRONG CAGE! WRONG CAGE! ANYROSE! I WAS TORMENTING THE ONE ON THE LEFT!!! AYE-CHEE-WA-WA!!!:eek: :eek: :eek:
BREE BREE BREE
Code Puce! Code Puce!
Unauthorised egress in Chambers 23 and 24!
Handlers to Corridor Three!
:: in the control room, the duty chief cracks the whip over her subordinates ::
And check on the “guest” in Room Three!
Clam, is that you? Don’t you recognize me from elementary hench-school? It’s been ages! (and btw - i knew enough to avoid their path of escape, this isn’t the first time I’ve come up against genetically reengineered mutants; I got an A in that class, don’t you remember?)
Why anyrose my friend, of course I do. Please, I can see this was all a misunderstanding. Come with me- I’m sure we can find such a talented individual a place in Winston Smith Enterprises! We’ll deduct the animal costs from your first paycheck.
Hench-school? Blasted yank.
< Bosda runs up & down corridors, pursued by Furies >
AAI-IeeeE-EEeEE-EeeEE!
explosions Buddha, Zeus, God! One of you guys do something! screams
Help! Satan! You owe me!
Code Puce, what in the Sam Hill is a code Puce?
With **Happy Clams ** able assistance the aneexation of Brazil went like Clockwork and exceeded expectations.
**Baker ** and **Sunspace ** have taken care of Rev.
I haven’t heard from the Axe in awhile.
Scumpup is out of my league for direct confrontation, I know he would win. I think Sunspace can handle the job better.
Your order is being filled but many items were not in our stock.
I ordered a gross of pikes, would you believe Supply didn’t have one in stock. I had to send an underling to an SCA event to get one quick.
The Jet is ready and Flame Throwers are being checked. Where did you want the Ecto-Skeletons sent to, none in stock, you have a large supply of Exo-Skeletons on the moon base however. Laser are ready for Implanting.
Thank you for the AR/AP staff. It is making complying with your wishes much simpler.
I strongly recommend Bonuses for **Happy Clam **, **Baker ** and **Sunspace **.
I think that stray agent **Anyrose ** is being brought in. Should be a good hire.
Jim
MEANWHILE, stepping into a cab in Chicago …
Take me to Springer studios!
So, um, when do I get to meet the infamous Mr Winston Smith?
< Bosda grapples with the Left-Handed Radioactive Fire-Breathing Anteater Of Doom >
HALP! It’s sucking the blood out of me!
:turns around to see waht all the commotion is about. Crouches down, makes clucking noises, and holds hand out)
Come’ere baby. That’s a good anteater. aw, you little cutie. There, there. The big ol’ **Bosda ** didn’t mean any harm. He was only following directives from higher up.
:tickles LHRFBA under the chin. it, well, the equivelant of purrs for an anteater:
See? You just have to treat it well.
MEET Winston Smith? Ohhohoho. Nobody MEETS Mr. Smith. Hell, nobody even knows what he looks like (other than handsome, of course). But you don’t need to meet him to feel his presence. Why, he’s right here with us now, in spirit of course, but also through the manifestation of the company. We are all of us part of the company, and that means we are all connected to Mr. Smith. In fact, there’s a little bit of Smith in all of us. It’s the part of us that strives to do its best, that picks us up when we’re feeling down, that stands up on its own two feet and does its durndest to make sure that we do whats right for the company! After all, three’s a crowd, but there’s only one company! And only one Mr. Smith.
Meet Mr. Smith! You might as well ask to meet Uncle Sam, or Big Brother! I like to think that with my all-prevasive poster campaign, my “Love Smith” and “Smith Knows” and “Smith- It’s What’s For Dinner” slogans plastered on every flat surface, that you already have met him, and know all there is to know about him- That he’s one All-Round Swell Guy!
Now come on, let’s get you fitted with a uniform. D’you think black would look good on you? Or would you rather join our special “guest comfort co-ordinator” unit? Their uniforms are…a certain shade of red.
Bosda, for Smith’s sake, can’t you deal with these little problems yourself? Honestly, I don’t know why we recruited you if you can’t show a little initiative and backbone. You wouldn’t want to let the company down, would you? Just tough it out and think of Smith!
Well you don’t really meet Mr. Smith, everything is done through 2-way TV and other forms of comms. When you meet him is up to him.
Black. Definitely black. Besides, it’s very slimming, and I want to look my best on that 2-way TV and other forms of comm.
I can always dress it up with a bright scarf and some kicky earrings…
Yeah, sure would have been great if he had been walking down a public street in broad daylight when he was suddenly, in full view of dozens of innocent bystanders, vibrated into a million tiny pieces, even though there was no visible assailant, wouldn’t it? But no! You had to balk at a little invisibility, didn’t you?
I got no freakin’ sympathy. None.
Seems to me like these things weren’t very well thought out, henh? Like maybe someone was hiring henchmen just for the hell of it? My trail got cold; Springer tapes in advance, so Scumpup’s appearance was pre-recorded; he’s nowhere in Chicago.
So Vibrotronica, I ask you: if you were a power-mad sociopath filled with angst, self-pity and murdurous rage, where would you head to next?
smites with a casual wave of the hand Oh, knock it off…
smites with a casual wave of the hand Oh, knock it off, it’s getting interesting…
Er, mods, could you delete the double post above mine?
Mods, what are these Mods you speak of?
Is this some new group we need to worry about?
::Use special panic switch known as the little red triangle with the ! in it to track down these mods. ::
Oh, we’re ok, They are basically nuetral and many wear Jack Boots. Might be natural allies.
Jim