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From: ferpriest@aol.comikaze (Ferpriest)
Subject: Re: [OW!] Foreshadowing
Date: 18 Jan 1999 00:00:00 GMT
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AAAAARGH! Someone tell me how to Bcc people with AOL. 

Tenchi wrote:

>
>"Huh? What things?", asked the AW.
>
>"You know... *stuff* ", Tenchi replies with a mischievous grin.
>
>"Oh, that *stuff* you mean...". The AW started grinning mischievously as
>well.
>
>"If you'll excuse me now... I have to finish the preparations."

"NO! Wait!" cried the AW melodramatically as Tenchi looked at him. 

"What? I'm in the middle of foreshadowing here." 

The AW ran over to Tenchi and embraced him.  

"OH thank you for writing me in! I was stuck outside the OSDF castle launching
melons, and let me tell you, it wasn't fun." said the AW.

"Oh...okay..." said a sweatdropping Tenchi.

>
>With that, Tenchi leaves by using an Etereal Portal. He re-emerges at some
>dimly-lit location and walks up to a locker with "Dr. Tenchi" on it. 

As Tenchi planned nefarious thingies, the AW looked at Rooks.   

"Rooks, we've been out of the loop for too long! It's time to lay the
smackdown!" proclaimed the AW.

Dark Glen walked up with one of his many inflatable dolls and started beating
the AW around the head. 

"That's my line, punk!" said the Dark General.  The AW cowered as the blow up
girl struck his forehead time and time again. 

Rooks was too busy holding his ear to notice his running mate getting his ass
handed to him.. "Hey! I'm getting a message ...from...could it be?? It sounds
like Tuxedo Dionysus!!"

"Ridiculous! I personally gave him a whiff of what the DarkMoon was cookin!"
sneered Dark Glen. 

"QUICKLY! TO THE SPICEGEAR!" shouted Rooks as he and the AW hopped in the
modified Winnebago, leaving Dark Glen and his doll on the ground. 

"Wait." said the AW between gritted teeth. "I have something for the Dark Moon!
EMPTY THE TRASH!!!!"

Dark Glen opened his mouth and began to scream like a little girl.  "NOOOOOOOO!
I just got this outfit!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't dump trash on it!!"

The AW simply laughed evilly. "You destroyed my mentor! Now pay the price!"

The trash chute opened. 

Dark Glen cowered.

An empty bag of Lay's potato chips fluttered down. 

"CRAP!" said the AW.  Dark Glen meanwhile, simply laughed.  

"THE DARK MOON WILL PREVAIL! Mark my words, punks!"

The AW and Rooks set course for the Arty-P to figure out just what the hell was
going on. 
***************************
Meanwhile, inside a dark chamber, an elderly fellow was hard at work.  

"Heh heh heh...These weak fools will never survive my selective forces. Mwaha.
Mwahaha!".  
*****************************

TBC? 

Arty.   AOLer. *shudder*
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