LOVE EPIDEMIC--PART 7
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Hope rising from the ashes. (Do we want it to?)
Sub-basement level: Ranger Coffeehouse.
:: Click ::
General Protection Fault.
Rebooting................
Power systems check...... OK
Computer systems check... OK
Holo-emitters check...... Failed
Backup Holo-emitters..... Initiated
Four slim metal cylinders rose from the ground. There was a brief flickering, and the Dragon Planet Corporation Logo
appeared in the air, seemingly made of solid polished bronze and red lacquer.
Backup Holo-emitters..... OK
Begin Coffeehouse routine OK
The rubble vanished, leaving a smooth flat surface imbedded with colored lines. The logo spun prettily and disappeared in
a shower of red and gold sparks.
:: Flicker ::
The coffeehouse was back, exactly as before. The waiters and robot servers immaculate and ready to serve. The guests
stood, in stunned disbelief, in their scorched, filthy clothing. Then Karl shrugged and said, "I guess the closest medical
facilities are right through that door!"
The cappucino machine gurgled in a happy way, and waited for it's next customer. As a primary subsystem of the main
holo-processor, it had been built of real matter. It wore it's scars proudly.
Karl
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"What" asked The J.A.M. "You mean this whole place is really a holodeck?"
The J.A.M.
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"Uhmm, yeah... Always has been!" Exclaimed Karl, putting his magical writer's pad away...
Karl (No one saw me do that, right?)
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Re: Hope rising from the ashes. (Do we want it to?)
"John You have failed twice, this is your last chance. Fail me again and it's off to Rura Pentre with you" General Thul
shouted
"Don't worry I have a plan that will not fail, but I need a ship and access to certain records.
"Just remember one more time and it;s the end of the line with you."
"Don't worry this time the coffeehouse will be destroyed"
Later John is in a decommissioned Steamrunner class starship. He pilots the ship towards the location of the Dragon
planet. But instead of going to the actual planet he veers of toward the sun. He accelerates at full speed then pulls off just
barley missing crashing into the sun. It takes all of his skill but he oulled it off, time warp. Now it is earlier just when the
large holodeck is being built. He secretly sneaks into the main control room and puts a sleeper program into the computer
systems.
"Computer on September 20th 1999 turn off al safeties and initiate Allamo program O'Brien."
Then as a back up he hides a device on the far side of the planet. Also with a timer, this device was rebuilt from the old
notes of its designer. It was one of the black marks on Starfleet, a device of such destuction. It was called Genesis
John D
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"Do we want it to? It seems not, if you're that eager to destroy it.
Karl
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Well, one evil plot stopped...
Dylan, having been treated by the nurse was back at the computer stations with a new 64oz dew. Having tired of Quake
2 he started snooping around the coffeehouse's computers. He finds a strange program set to run sometime later today. It
looks like sabotage so he deactivates the timer and deletes the program after making a backup to floppy which he then
delivers to coffeehouse security. Security thanks him and asks him to not break into the computers again without
authorization.
dxkelly
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REALLY meanwhile . . .
In the Dark Tower in The Land of Morder Where the Shadows lie, David Rockefeller (also known as "Sauron") turned
his evil red Eye upon the Coffeehouse to see what was going on.
At first he was delighted to see the Coffeehouse explode into powder, thinking that both the Master of the Blue Lodge of
Bethel Springs and that teller at the Bank of Finger should be promoted in their respective Masonic and Banker sections
of his International Master Conspiracy. But he was disgusted and frustrated to see the Coffeehouse immediately
reconstruct on the spot, with almost no marks to show what had happened. Where are my two minions? he thought.
Then turning his Eye to look about the worlds he found Bobby Bill and Nina Jo (the Master and Teller respectively) had
met up and taken a liking to each other's company, and instead of going to the Dragon Planet they had instead driven to
the Sonic in Selmer, Tennessee, and they didn't look like they'd be finished anytime soon.
The Eye would have pulled its hair out if it had any, or if it had a hand and fingers, which it also didn't. WHERE IS RED
SKELTON WHEN YOU NEED HIM??? Dr. Rockefeller (Ph.D.) screamed within himself, knowing that his trusty
lieutenant had joined Lord Rothschild and his own brothers in the Next World. What could he do now? The Coffeehouse
was back, its patrons were being treated, and soon it would be back at full steam. Then he saw a decomissioned starship
arrive at the Coffeehouse and manipulate time to place another bomb.
Saruman! the Dark Lord screamed in thought (after activating his intercom) come in here! The former White Wizard
(and now lacky) came in at once. "Yes, my Lord Sauron?" he asked.
Who is that guy in the starship planting the bomb? He's not part of my operation! Who is he working for???
"I do not know, my Liege!" Saruman said in a trembling voice.
Well, I wish him luck but I'm not taking any chances! the dark thoughts continued I've got a Bilderbergers meeting
back on earth and several elections to rig. If he succeeds contact him and try to bring him into the Company. But
just in case, I'm going to call . . . HIM!
Saruman shook to the very essence of his foul soul. "Not . . . not . . . !"
Summon him! came the commanding telepathic thought, so Saruman pulled out his cellular phone and made a call to the
deep recesses of space. "He wants you," was all he said.
"Kill all!" came the diabolical voice, "die, die, die, die, EVERYBODY DIE!!!!! This was followed by several seconds of
fiendish, blood-curdling laughter.
The Eye smiled. Er, or something like that.
At the coffeehouse the actual customers' section was very empty and quiet (everyone being seen to by the nurses) when
the small, innocent figure walked in through the front doors. So harmless looking. So idyllic, gentle, and kind. Little did they
know!!!
Rose and Adam were the first back into the customers' area and saw the new guest. Their hearts soared with love at the
mere Presence of this icon of childhood innocence!
"Oh, Mr. Piglet!" Rose said, bouncing around with childish glee, "I'm so happy to see you! I've watched you on "Winnie
the Pooh" for years! Er . . . even though . . . I was only created a little while ago . . . is this what they call a 'plot hole,'
Adam?" She asked her companion.
"Yeah, but I guess he's so famous and universally beloved that we know him instinctually," Adam replied somewhat
reservedly (he didn't want to be considered a "baby" or "sissy" for knowing who this was).
Oh, dear! Oh, d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-dear!" Piglet responded with mock innocence, "how can it be that I'm so famous?"
"Oh, everybody knows and loves you, Mr. Piglet!" Rose said without the least attempt to mask her enthusiasm, "you are
the very apotheosis of childhood shyness, innocence, and vulnerability! Uh . . . sorry I called you 'Mr. Piglet' there. What
is your last name?
The adorable little mouth curled into a sinister and bloodthirsty grin that would have curdled the gizzard of a ghoul had his
young admirers seen it. Unfortunately, and unbeknownst to themselves, their minds were clouded by a hypnotic screen.
"My last name?" he repeated after her. "Call me Mr. HENGEST!!! MWA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!"
"The Enduring Man-Child"
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A brief interlude
***We interrupt our postboard message story thingy for a word from some guy***
CONDIMENTS! (insert theme jingle)
Knightram: When was the last time you really appreciated the condiments on your table? How plain would your chips be
without salt, or catsup? The heat of our lives would be lost without mustard! And of course, pepper, inducer of sneezes ...
we musn't forget you.
So next time you go down to the store, don't forget to buy ...
CONDIMENTS! (jingle plays out)
Knightram
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Hit the showers!
Inside the newly constructed Coffeehouse, Max wasn't doing so well. "Just look at my tail!", he wailed, holding the
scortched, frazzled, soot covered mass of fur in his paws. "After that fire, I may never get it clean! This is horrible!" And
indeed it was, since as everyone knows, a squirrel's tail is very important. It's his pride, his essence, the thing that makes
him cute above all other species. "Even the dry cleaners couldn't fix this!" he moaned.
The other squirrels in the Coffeehouse were all in similar predicaments, since now their tails were just as bad. All except
for Slappy. Somehow, she had managed to remain pristine through it all, perhaps because she's managed to avoid so many
explosions through the years. Tammy, on the other hand, had gone from brown to a dark, dull gray due to all the soot, and
was noticably avoiding Chip so he wouldn't see her in such a state.
Fortunately for all, Karl knew just what to do, having had much experience in this area from the last adventure. "Don't
worry, Max. Just go slip in to the sonic shower. They do wonders, believe me!"
"Really?"
"Sure! They're just right over there, through those doors."
So Max followed Karl's advice, and in less than a minute, he'd returned. "This is absolutely astounding! My tail has never
been this fluffy!" he said, completely amazed at how thoroughly the showers had done their job. In fact, had he known it
would have worked this well, he might have let someone else go first, since now all the female squirrels were fawning
over him, and pawing his tail much to his dismay, since they hadn't washed up yet, and were redepositing soot back on to
it. Eventually, he managed to get clean, but he had to wait for the female squirrels to wash up first. Once everyone else
saw how clean the all squirrels were, a long line formed at the sonic showers, as everyone was eager to get clean.
Tom
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Condiments?
"Oh, yeah! Thanks for the reminder!" The second assistant to the chef, took a note. "Condiments."
That synthesized stuff just doesn't taste the same somehow...
On the other side of the planet, a rather plump matronly dragoness was digging for gems, as dragons are wont to do, and
came upon an egg-shaped object. "An egg!" She gasped, for her eyesight was not as keen as in ages past. Overcome
with a mother's instinct, she gently dug it out of the earth, built a lovely nest lined with precious stones and gold nuggets,
carefully placed the "egg" in the nest, and then rested her massive self upon it to await it's hatching.
The Genesis device was instantly crushed flat.
Karl
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Just how long are the days at the Dragon Planet?
Chris (RC) had been in the infirmary with his unconscious friend. Eventually, exhaustion took it's toll on the human and he
fell into a fitful sleep. A few minutes later, Dyglo awoke with one thought on his mind. Where is the body? He slipped
out of his bed, careful not to disturb his friend. Silently, the dragon crept out the doors and began making his way to the
scene of the battle. It was as if nothing had ever happened. Nogard was in a heap in the middle of the floor. He looked
the same if you didn't count the blackened scales, the scratches, and the bite marks. Unable to resist, Dyglo kicked the
prone form as hard as he could. Satisfied that there was no more life in his double, he began to drag it back to the cafe
area. Back to Dulcy. Back to happiness. Now she'll have to believe that it wasn't me. I haven't seen her since before
I started hunting this guy. I hope she will take me back...
The dragon paused before the doors to the cafe. "Here goes nothing!" Then he stepped through the doors.
Dyglo
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Back at sickbay. . .
[...unWARP!!!]
Good evening.
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Bunnie wasn't too upset when they removed her bionic arm, to replace some smashed chips. She wasn't upset when
they had to remove her legs as well in order to remove the baked-in lubricants and have new ones put in.
She wasn't upset because all she could do was sit in her bed, with only one appendage remaining attached to her body.
She was upset because The J.A.M. was right next to her, and he was getting his left side stitched up.
She noticed the torn and bloody t-shirt on the floor, and his black leather kangaroo pouch on the shelf. She tried not to
wince as he heard him growl.
The Jaguar was sitting on his bed, with his left arm above his head.
"And keep the stitches SMALL," he said in his best Sherriff Of Nottingham impression.
He was trying to keep his humor up, as best as he could. And yet, he couldn't help but feel bad, not for himself, but for
Bunnie. He wouldn't dare look at her with all her missing limbs, it wouldn't be polite. The local anasthetic worked fine,
but he was still ticklish, and he tried not to move as the doctor poked at his side again and again.
"Why didn't you warp away, Sugar?" he heard Bunnie ask.
"I---can't warp very well when I'm injured. Even if I had, Nogard would have still been able to smell me. And also---I
couldn't leave U alone---Bunnie."
The Rabbit just looked at him in shock. . .
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Until next time, remember:
I AM THE J.A.M.
Good evening.
[WARP!!!]
The J.A.M.
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Baack at the Coffeehouse, on the Dragon Planet. Take 157,104 divided by 39,276
Rose had started to feel depressed. By the way she noticed things starting to come together, she figured that everyone
would be leaving soon. This wasn't the thought that depressed her. When they left the Coffeehouse, when would she
be able to play with Adam again? Not only that, but she had come to like it here at the Coffeehouse. Rose didn't want
to leave. She sighed and leaned on a table. She found a book on it. Hmm, You've Got to Read This. If you say so...
The young skunk then sat down to read...
Dyglo
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J.A.M. was still being stiched up when Tom entered the room holding something in his hand.
"Hey guys! I went rummaging through the medicine cabinate in one of the bathrooms, and I found something that I think
might be useful." he told them, holding up a tube that said, "Boz's all purpose healing cream" on the side. He then moved
over to the table J.A.M. was lying on, and rubbed some of the cream on his wound. Almost immediately, the wound
disapeared as though it had been nothing more than makeup painted on for a bad sci-fi movie, leaving not even the
slightest trace behind. Even the fur the doctor had shaved off to treat the wound grew back as good as new.
It took a second or two for J.A.M. to believe his wound wasn't there anymore, and at first, was hesitant to move, for fear
that the great pain he'd been suffering would still be there. But when he felt nothing after poking the spot where the
wound had been, he sat up.
"Wow! That stuff worked great! Thanks!"
"No problem!" Tom told him. "I just remembered about that spray superglue Boz used last year to reattach everyone's
limbs after the lightsaber training, and figured he must have a few other neat things lying around this place. Here," he said
as he gave the tube to J.A.M. "Use some of this on whoever else may need it."
Tom
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Bunch of grapes?
(Man, how long can this crazy tale keep going?)
The J.A.M., having studied his now-cleanly-healed hide in a most impressed fashion (thanks to the ingenious intervention
of that rodent rascal Max), was helping Bunnie re-attach her bionic limbs and striking up a healthy romantic rapport with
her ... when who should come lumbering in and ruining the atmosphere bu that horn-headed so-called hero, Knightram.
"Hey there, old buddy," the ram enthused as he waggled a bunch of grapes (mostly eaten) for the cat's inspection.
"Thought you might want a little company."
"Thanks," the jaguar growled softly and menacingly, "but I'm getting along just fine."
The sheep took one look at the whole J.A.M. - Bunnie romantic liasion thing, understood and politely backed out of the
room. As he lounged outside finishing off the grapes, he forlornly pondered on his own failure to so far meet anyone with
Magical Female Powers (tm) and idly wondered if there was any ravishing young ewe out there who could be interested
in a malshaven crusader such as himself ...
Knightram
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Re: Bunch of grapes?
[...unWARP!!!]
Good evening.
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As Knightram left Sickbay, The J.A.M. said, while helping Bunnie attach her left arm,
"Interesting friend, don't you think? But don't be angry with him. He *did* save my life, after all."
"Well, I'm *very* thankful for that, Sugar," she replied.
The Jaguar then had an idea. He took Boz's All Purpose Healing Cream that Tom had given him, and put some on his
still-sore right arm. The soreness left immediately, and he gave some to Bunnie as well.
"What was the grape thing all about? Ermm. . .so, you will be heading back to Mobius in a little bit?" he asked, a bit
nervous like.
"I-I guess I will. Depends on what Sally says. But don't worry, Sugar. I'll never forget this day."
"I won't either. And I hope that Dyglo was able to straighten things out with Dulcy. Um----you---er---won't need help
in putting your legs back on? I--uh---don't want to---umdo anything that will---um---well---you know---"
She looked at him, and could only smile.
Meanwhile, Dyglo entered the Coffeehouse while carrying a dead Nogard. . .
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Until next time, remember:
I AM THE J.A.M.
Good evening.
[WARP!!!]
The J.A.M.
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She loves me... She loves me not...
Dyglo walked through the door. From across the multitudes of characters, he spotted Dulcy. 'I can't do this! What
was I thinking? She won't take me back. Whatever Nogard did was probably too big.' Dyglo sat at a close table.
Tails was also sitting there. "You all right Dyglo?"
"Well, not exactly. I have a major problem."
"Dulcy?"
"Yup. I can't go over to her, she might not take me back! On the other claw, if I never go over there, she'll never know
about Nogard and will think me a total jerk! It's a sorry situation."
"Well, how about this... I go over and see what mood she's in, and come back and tell you. Better yet, let's go over
there together. C'mon, I'll back you up."
"I dunno..."
"On your feet, dragon! You're going over there if I have to drag you over there!"
"Okay! I'm going!"
Dyglo stood up with a purposeful air around him. Somehow, the crowd sensed this and moved apart of it's own free
will. A clear path to Dulcy appeared in the gap. Dyglo straightened up, got a better hold on Nogard and strode down
the path. The characters on the fringe watched in awe as Dyglo passed by, Nogard in tow.
Dulcy turned and saw Dyglo coming towards her...
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Rose took no notice of the happenings, as the combined forces of depression and the book induced boredom had sent
her into a state between conciousness and sleep. Strange dreams and visions visited her in this trance, visions of
happiness, visions of sorrow, visions of things to come. Someone bumped into her and brought her out of the trance.
The visions faded as she returned to reality. She looked at the back cover and noticed a warning label.
WARNING!
Reading this book while depressed may induce mysterious trances. This company may not be held
responsible for any visions, prophesies, or predictions recieved during said trance.
Dyglo
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Dyglo stood up with a purposeful air around him. Somehow, the crowd sensed this and
moved apart of it's own free will. A clear path to Dulcy appeared in the gap. Dyglo
straightened up, got a better hold on Nogard and strode down the path. The characters on
the fringe watched in awe as Dyglo passed by, Nogard in tow.
Dulcy turned and saw Dyglo coming towards her...
As Dyglo approached her with growing trepidation and fear, Dulcie suddenly opened wide her draconian eyes and
GAZED upon him!
"The Enduring Man-Child"
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An hour later a squirrel wearing a black trenchcoat, fedora and goggles walked in to the Coffeehouse. He then ordered
a cup of acorn tea with a touch of maple sap and went to find a table in the shadows. Not used to be in the open like
this, the Bandit sat down and sipped at his tea while not paying attention to his surroundings.
The Smiling Bandit
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Really, really meanwhile . . .
The Enduring Man-Child had returned to his isolated table after being treated by the nurses, along with Elaine, Tammy
(the tarantula), Chris (AC), and Pikachu. All were relieved that things were finally getting back to normal.
Suddenly Pikachu's ears twitched, his lightning-bolt tail stood straight in the air, and he hit the floor crying "PIKAPI!" as
he rushed for the door.
"PIKACHU!" a boyish voice cried out, and at that moment three young people, a young boy, a young girl, and a teenage
boy, entered the Ranger Coffeehouse. Pikachu jumped happily into the young boy's arms and apparently gave him a mild
electrical shock in greeting.
"Whoa, boy! Easy!" Ash said, giggling as the electricity tickled him.
"Wow!" Man-Child said, jumping up from his seat, "It's Ash and the gang! Come sit down, guys!" And he moved his chair
to show there was plenty of room. Ash and his friends were happy to oblige.
Man-Child introduced everyone to each other, while Pikachu told his friends of the adventures he had had in the short
time he had been here. A squirrel waitress came over to take orders, and Ash and Co. ordered enthusiastically. Evidently
they had been wandering for some time and had missed a couple of meals. Brock also took the opportunity to stock his
backpack with food for the coming journey. He was of course struck immediately by the Magical Female Powers(tm) of
Julie, who had returned to manipulating the helpless James like a puppet (she had just suspended him between two chairs
and was sticking him with pins to demonstrate her control over his neuro-muscular system).
Everything was SO WONDERFUL!
Until . . .
The lights dimmed, then the very air seemed to flash different colors. A hideous voice began its demonic laughter.
"Kill all! Make you suffer!" it laughed in a voice that made everyone's hair stand on end, "I may cut off your air and
let let you suffocate! You will all DIE, in SEARING PAIN!"
Skippy, who had come up to the main room, immediately ran to the intercom and pressed the button. "Aunt Slappy!" he
said in a tone of absolute panic, "Piglet has possessed the Coffeehouse computer system again! Do you want me to order
it to solve Fermat's Last Theorem?"
"Nah," Aunt Slappy told him, "whenever you run the little shmo out of the computer he just jumps into somebody's body.
Have Emmy give the customers a hit of that happy juice."
Skippy immediately ran to Emmy with Slappy's orders. Unfortunately, being a female, she was so terrified she didn't pay
the least bit of attention to him. [Don't get mad ladies. This is part of the episode. "Redjac" preys on women because their
emotions are sharper and he feeds on emotion as well as death. Sheesh! Am I the only one who remembers that
episode???]
"Aunt Slappy, Emmy's petrified with fear! What do we do?"
"Go the the refrigerator and get the syringe. You'll have to administer the dosage yourself."
"EEEWWWWW!" he exclaimed, but proceeded at once to the fridge. Unfortunately, when he found the bottle labelled
"happy juice," he found it empty!
Man-Child, Pikachu, and Ash (Brock had gotten up to try to approach Julie) looked about at the females in the
Coffeehouse.
"Blast!" said Man-Child, consumed with jealousy, "while the rest of us poor guys are helplessly BUFFALOED by any
female, this Piglet guy seems to have power over them! What does he got that the rest of us don't got?"
"Aw, who wants to be liked by a GIRL anyway?" Ash asked with distaste in every syllable. Man-Child just looked at him
while Pikachu shook his said and clucked his tongue in a "you will soon learn, pitiable soul!" manner.
"Well, it ain't fair!" Man-Child grumbled. "I need to meet this guy and pick up a few pointers."
When Slappy had been informed by her terrified nephew she knew things had reached a crisis point. She ran over to a
niche in the wall with a sign reading "In case of Piglet possessing the Coffeehouse computer system and you're clean out
of Happy Juice, break glass" and . . . well . . . broke the glass. (What did you EXPECT?) Inside the niche was a phone
with no dial or numbers. Once the receiver was picked up the call was placed to a certain particular phone. When she
heard the receiver on the other end pick up she explained calmly, "HEEEEEEEELP!!!!!!!!!"
In the Coffeehouse proper Piglet the Ripper was still having a ball working people up into a mind numbing fear. "I have
existed from the dawn of time," he shouted, "and I will continue to exist beyond its end!!!"
"That's impressive," Ash said, "Are you in the Guinness Book?"
However, this question went unanswered. Soon the males were just as terrified as the females. Piglet the Immortal Entity
of Evil was preparing to KILL and feast on the DEATH and TERROR in a feast such as he had not had in millenia when
suddenly the front door burst open and a strange, large creature entered. Piglet didn't know what it was, but I do, so I'll
tell you if you all sit still and stop squirming. She was a cryptozoic, long-thought-extinct-by-science, legend to the South
American Indians, giant South American ground sloth. Named Annie Mae Sue, to be precise.
"Somebody call fo' Piglet-Busters, honey chil'?" she called, and pulling up her blouse to reveal THE GLAND [NB:
According to the Indians of South America the legendary giant ground sloth possesses a "second mouth" on the belly
which emits a scent that is so foul, so inexplicable, that it is rumored by cryptozoologists to be a nerve gas that will not
allow a human to even draw near to a ground sloth corpse without fainting.] she blasted away!!!
Of course, every sentient being in the entire Coffeehouse proper was OUT OF IT at once. I mean, nothing but "tilt" signs
in the eye-balls, ifyuhknowwhuttahmean!
"Oh dear! Oh d-d-d-d-d-d-d-dear!" said Piglet, leaving the computer system and reentering his cute little body, "now look
what you've done! How can I feast on their fear as I slaughter them in unspeakable cruelty if their knocked out by ground
sloth nerve gas? You're mean!"
"Now now, Piglet darlin'," Annie Mae said to him in a patronizing adult's voice, "you'd best git on back tuh the Hunnerd
Acre Wood and see to po' li'l ol' Christopher Robin. He's worried about y'all."
"He is?" Piglet inquired with concern, "is he sad?"
"Yeah hon, Ah'm afeard Christopher Robin is VERY sad," she told him sadly, "Y'all get back tuh him afore he sets in tuh
cryin'!"
"Oh dear! Oh d-d-d-d-dear!" Piglet said with worry, "I didn't realize I'd been gone from his toy chest that long!" And then
shouting "I'M COMING, CHRISTOPHER ROBIN!" And then in less than no time he was gone.
Annie Mae looked about in supreme satisfaction and then blew a non-existent smoke trail from her GLAND. "Well well
well," she observed, "Once ag'in li'l ol' Annie Mae saves thuh dae! Now, let's see . . . theyah all gonna be out for some
tahm. Whut can Ah do tuh have a li'l ol' hahmless fun? Hmmm. Theah mus' be some way Ah kin--how shall Ah put
it--rearrange the bodies with a li'l creativity?" And with mischief in her eye she began doing just that. The first thing she
did was to place Tammy the tarantula on Misty's neck!!!
Everyone was going to be in for a BIG surprise when they regained consciousness!
"The Enduring Man-Child"
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