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AUTHOR:  Jamie D.J. Russell a.k.a. The_Shadow_003
TITLE:   "Wake Up Call"
SUMMARY: Shadow [the author] gets rudely awakened by
         the two kats which SK consists of.
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[2001-06-20 CET 21:43]

"Hey T-Bone, check this out! This pathetic old sod has fallen 
asleep at the keyboard!" Razor chuckled out to T-Bone in a 
sneer at Shadow while trying to surpress laughter - but didn't 
do it to well.

The "pathetic sod" was sound asleep, sitting in a chair leaning 
upper body and head on the desk (which the computer was at) and 
occasionally muttered weird things which had no real logical 
meaning, only surreal ones, which pretty much justifies this 
weird sentance.

T-Bone glared at the sleeper suspisiously as if this was only a 
trick to get rid of them.
"Hey kid, wake up!" he exclaimed and shook the kid wide awake, 
and rather stunned too.

Shadow: "What the.. This can't be happening! The SK don't exist 
in real life! Oh shit.. oh no, I must've gone completely nuts."

Razor: "Personally, we both agree on that you're a nutcase, 
don't we T-Bone.."

T-bone: "Hell yeah!"

Razor: "..but this is happening and is very real indeed."

T-Bone: "It's like this, we have a list of demands."

Shadow: "What the??? Demands? What the hell are you talking 
about?!?"

Razor: "T-bone, hand me the list will ya.."

T-Bone: (pulling out a crumpled up piece of paper and 
attempted to smoothe it out) "Uh, here Jake..err Razor." 

Razor: "Well, quite frankly, we don't like the way you've been 
using us in your fanfics nor the way your so-called 'fansite' 
is organised in. In short, we hate you."

Shadow: "What the??? No waY YOU DON'T EVEN EXIST DAMNIT! YOU 
CAN'T BARGE IN HERE AND.." (in annoyance gave T-Bone - that 
had been standing too close - a strong push that nerely knocked 
him off his feet, but shadow suddenly froze stiff in shock when 
realising that you can't do that to nonexistent objects.) "..." 

T-Bone: (immediately gave back a push that sends shadow's chair 
tipping over dragging Shadow along in the fall)

Shadow: (the chair hit the floor with a loud bang - shadow wincing 
in pain while lying at the floor amongst wires, old floppy disks, 
CDs and misc junk) "..." (passes out)

Razor: "Damnit T-Bone, why'd'ya have to do that, now we have to 
wait for the damn kid to wake up again"

T-Bone: "Uh, sorry. Impulse."

 ====A FEW OF MINUTES AND A BUCKET OF ICECOLD WATER LATER====

Shadow (still wincing in pain and lying on the back in a puddle of 
water on the messy floor, staring up at the ceiling): "Ouch my 
back..." (those words trigger a memory and shadow temporarily 
forgets about the pain and by reflex - triggered by the memory of 
Celebrity Deathmatch - smiles) "Aw man I love that show!"

T-Bone: "Hey kid, are you awake or do you need yet another bucket 
of water.."

Shadow: "No-no-no I'm awake I'm awake"

Razor: (looks down at Shadow lying on the floor) "Get up."

T-Bone: "So anyway, here are our demands.."

Razor: "You ain't allowed to write any more of those 'fanfics' 
where we become the braindead slaves of Ulysses Feral, or us 
starting to dress in pink ballerina outfits as our new SK uniform. 
Nor.." (Razor shudders) "..us as Teletubbie wannabies. Nor can 
you keep drawing us like, Ahem, you know how."

T-Bone: "Hell yeah! You sadistic bastard!"

Shadow: (wryly staring at them) "...But it's fun!" (starts moping 
in dissapointment over all the "can't"s)

Razor: "And that's far from all!!"

Razor: "You are most importantly of all, forbidden to write 
utterly meaningless fictional short stories with us."

Shadow: "Oh, like this one huh?"

T-Bone: "Exactly."

Shadow: "Um. Well I oughta stop writing on this one right now 
then huh?"

T-Bone: "Yeah, unless you wanna taste what a knuckle sandwich � la 
T-Bone tastes like."

Shadow: "Hmm, actually sandwich with sirloin does sound interesting...

T-Bone: "Wiseass.. Razor, I warned the kid, nobody can say say I 
didn't."

Razor: "Yeah you did."

Shadow: "Well actually you two were threatening, not warning."

T-Bone: "Grr.. Razor, may I?"

Razor: "Be my guest.."

Shadow: "Guest where? Ya gonna go away to somewhere? But ya can't! I 
need ya for a fanfic where you T-Bone play the role of Mata-Hari and 
Razor d"(*Whack!* Shadow got knocked away to kingdome come...)

Razor: "Hmm.. All this talk about sandwiches has made me hungry, how 
about grabbing a tuna sandwich when we get home?"

T-Bone: "Nah, I'd rather have a tuna pizza with anchovy."

Razor: "Hm, alright, sounds good. Let's head home then, now that we've 
finally gotten rid of the problem."

T-Bone: "Yup. ..Mmm Tuna pizza, I wish we were home already."

Razor: "Yeah me too..."

 ==SEVERAL MONTHS, SCIENTIFIC MIRACLES, CYBERNETIC TRANSPLANTS AND
 RECONSTRUCTIVE SURGERIES LATER==
[2002-01-01 CET 19:53]

Shadow: (crawls back into the scene.) "Ouch." (crawls back to the hospital.)


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THE END OF A CAUSE OF ANNOYANCE FOR THE SK? Heck no, just the end of this
zero relevance/logics story...