The Right to Bear Arms

I have recently been transferred within my company to a place with more room to grow and much more responsibility. Also, they needed the extra set of hands. Along with this move comes, naturally, new and interesting co-workers.

One co-worker is a rather large and jovial man, who loves his food, video games, and rhyming things, even when it doesn’t make sense to. “What’s over there, monkeybear?” “Open the door, Monsignor!” Also, total nonsequiturs: “That’s the price of fame in Hollywood.” This one is thrown in randomly whenever one of us is complaining.

Another co-worker, a very sleepy art student, likes to refer to the above co-worker as “precious”. “He’s precious,” he says. “He’s 40 years old going on 5.” There’s some truth to that. I will hereafter refer to the subject of this post as “Precious”.

Precious tends to get on Art Student’s nerves very easily, being first and foremost, quite precious, and second, Art Student is often very sleepy and rather cranky. Art Student is often not in the mood for Precious’ very preciousness, and tends to either tune him out when being spoken to, or is laterally rude to him in some small, self-satisfying way. Laterally because, despite the fact that Precious seems deathly allergic to any “real” work to be done around the place, he is well and truly harmless. One could easily make this man cry, and it wouldn’t be funny at all. It would be like purposely making a five year old girl cry.

So, one day Precious is prattling on and on in his usual manner to Art Student, while Art Student sleepily eyes the company television screen, only just imperceptibly nodding out of some ingrained sense of politeness. I am scurrying back and forth, too busy with the contents of my own clipboard to join in, but feeling the desperate strain emanating from Precious, trying very hard to impress Art Student with his story. I overhear bits and pieces of it:

Precious: It’s this new game, for the PC? It’s called Red Alert 3. It is totally awesome.

Art Student: blink

Precious: Okay, get this: It’s like, it’s in the past. You see, these Germans got a hold of time travelling technology, and so they go BACK IN TIME and kill Einstein. Because, you know, Einstein was allied with the Soviets.

Me: looks up from clipboard, blinks

Precious: So, okay, they get RID OF EINSTEIN. He’s gone. BUT! When they come back to the present day, they weren’t prepared for what they found. Get. This: THE EMPIRE OF JAPAN.

Art Student: Oh, yeah? long pause Reaally.

Precious: Yeah! And you get all these really cool weapons. Oh, man! You will NEVER guess what you can shoot out of your guns as ammo. Get THIS:

pause

Art Student: blink

Me, frozen, curious: blink

Precious: ARMOURED. POLAR BEARS.

I had to leave so I could bust a gut laughing in the other room. I laughed until I cried. I couldn’t get the image of polar bears, in full metal armor, flying through the air, claws extended. It was the best imagery ever. It was every boychild’s greatest fantasy come true. Guns that launched armoured polar bears. That would show the enemies what’s what around here! How crazy are we? We got friggin’ armoured polar bears.

I was so amused by the whole thing that it was hard to hide my sheer glee when asking him occasionally about armoured polar bears. He brought me in a page he printed out the other day, with a picture of a large tank called the Bullfrog, which had a large opening in the back, such as to contain a cannon or somesuch.

“See?” Precious says, pointing at the hole. “That’s where the armoured polar bears come out.”

Why, that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard! :smiley:

Sounds like someone is taking *Golden Compass * beyond it’s inception!

You can keep your guns that shoot out armored polar bears. I’ll stick to my dog that shoots bees out of its mouth. They’re a little more portable and easier to reload.

The armored polar bears are the whole reason I want RA3…

Hell. Now I’m going to end up saying “monkeybear” as about every fifth word tomorrow.

Firing armoured Polar Bears from a gun is silly. Back in the real world it’s a lot more mundane

no mention of bees :frowning:

Funny story.

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Sounds like the shark gun from Armed and Dangerous on the Xbox

Declan

Shouldn’t the title be “The Right to Bear Armored Bears”?

So you guys get paid to watch television? Cool! Need any help?

I’d just like to point out that the premise of the story (minus the armored bears bit) is essentially stolen from the Stphen Fry novel Making History.

*Cambridge professor designs machine that can display past events, other prof asks if it can be used to insert things, both decide to put drug in well of Austrian village where Hitler’s parents lived which causes infertility so Hitler will never be born… fast forward to future where Germans won WWII because the guy that became Fuhrer in alternate universe was a better leader than Adolf.

Art Student is an avid watcher. It is a screen that shows the products we carry, tips for your project, company ads, and sometimes has a very slow news widget-type dealie at the bottom and shows our miserable, miserable weather. All without sound, mind you.

And this is infinitely more interesting to Art Student than listening to Precious for longer than a millisecond. He gets much of his news from that slow-ass widget, which churns out information in teensy, slow-chewing, bite-sized pieces.

I feel compeled to point out that Stephen Fry’s book was published in 1997, a year after the first RedAlert game came out.

That is too funny! I want to work with you. I’m going to start saying “That’s the price of fame in Hollywood” every chance I get!

Armored polar bears. I need some of those. Nobody would mess with me if I could shoot armored polar bears at them.

That’s a real game?!?!

I thought it was something “Precious” had made up.

It’s a real game, no joke. However, I believe some of the facts have been convoluted by one very excited and very precious gamer.

There are no armoured polar bears, to the best of my knowledge, in Red Alert 3. However, I believe there is a unit that is avilable to be used, called a War Bear. Not polar bears, though that was a rumour at one point, and you most definitely don’t shoot them from your guns.

I read up a little more on that cannon-shaped hole in the Bullfrog tank. It does have something called a man-cannon - a cannon strong enough to launch *a man * (and keep him alive, one would assume), which is supposed to be hella cool.

Armoured polar bear cannon, man-cannon, what’s the difference?

Ah, ursu-launchers, a real man’s weapon. It is of course the end product of weapons research that started the first time a sailing crew loaded bunnies in their 38-pounders.

Using cute fluffy animals as ammo doesn’t work nearly as well as using large clawed beasts.

'Stasia, I’ve missed you so! What a great story.

Maybe the Polar bears will be available for my Ice Age.

Hubby loves to tell people from Far Away that Seattle is full of polar bears, armored or not. :smiley:

I’m so bummed out - I couldn’t find a youtube video of the Poodle Gun from the animated Tick series. :frowning:

(Have you tried “Know what I mean, jellybean?” on Precious yet? That’s one of my favourites.)