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From: rainbowranger@my-dejanews.com
Subject: Re: [OW!:99] The Machine is dead, long live the Senshi!
Date: 04 Mar 1999 00:00:00 GMT
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Terra sighed.  They were getting more and more lost by the second.

"At least someone's posting," she responded, remarking about the lack of
response from the Minpire and Sailor Clown.

Then, Sally spotted a small man, dressed in an Italian suit.

"Let's follow him," she responded.

Grandpa, Sailor Clown, Terra, and Pikachu followed the man through a series of
caves, to a small encampment.

"Halt!" demanded the man.

"We're only here for a tent!" Terra pleaded.

The man sighed.  "We do not have your tent.  Our brothers-in-war, the Midget
Mexican Mafia, have the tent.  We are the Mini-Midget Mexican Mafia!"



Sally pikued.

Sally asked, "Well, then why are we here?"

The man sighed.  "We need your help.  We want to take over the other Mafia.
Their power is in their height.  Our power is in our wisdom. With your
power on our side, the Midgets will fall."

"And our tent?" Terra asked.

"Spoils of war..." the man responded, "and maybe, we'll lead you to the
Lemmings."

"The Lemmings!" shouted both Terra and Sally.

"We must attack now!" the man responded, "in the name of all small people
everywhere!"

"Why do I get the feeling that we'll meet the others real soon?" Grandpa
asked.

"Nah..." Sailor Clown responded, "they're probably miles away from us by
now..."



Tuxedo Clown was led to the tent.

"My goodness..." He shouted.

SJT screamed a high note.

The tent, which was at first like a regular clown tent, had been washed,
dried, and painted in the most outrageous colors known to man (and Mexicans).
 It looked like someone had eaten 3 tacos, 20 burritos, 3 Mexican Pizzas, and
then spewed the entire meal over the tent thrice.

The Artemisians face-faulted.

"Our tent..." Tuxedo Clown responded, "it's ruined! We'll never be able to
live in it again!"

"That's what we said." responded a familiar voice.

"Jester Mars?" Asked SJT.

The Jesters peered out from behind the tent, somewhat sick at the sight of all
the colors.

"This is too much," Jester Jupiter responded.

"Where's Sailor Clown?" Asked Jester Venus.

"We... sorta split up," Tuxedo Clown responded.

The Jesters face-faulted.

"You mean that Saior Clown's now all alone!" shouted Jester Mars.

"She's with Terra and Sailor Pikachu," responded SJT.

"That's it," Venus responded, "I'm leaving."

"But, you're a Artemis follower!" Tuxedo Clown responded.

"Am not!" argued Jester Venus.

The other Jesters left, leaving Venus to argue with Tuxedo Clown.

Jester Mercury led the way with her computer back to Sailor Clown.

"Hopefully," Jester Mercury responded, "we'll be able to patch this mess up."

"Uh, guys... guys... guys?" asked Venus.

Venus sighed.  She was now stuck with the Artemisians.

"This sucks," Jester Venus responded.



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