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From: neofelisn@aol.com (Neofelis n)
Subject: Re: [OW!] Newbies, newbies, everywhere!
Date: 08 Mar 1999 00:00:00 GMT
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>He walked behind the speaker he last saw Shilari behind and tapped her on
>the shoulder. "Gyaaahh!!! Don't do that! Are you done?"
>
>"Yeah, let's get to the ABC. I think we'd better get going, too. They're
>getting as bad as the cabbits."
>
>"What are you going to do there?"

>"Simple. Blow up their pile of rubble." Sprite laughed, and saw a blue Land
>Rover with a Mercury sign on the side. "And I think we might have a ride.
>Come on! Oh, and act Amichanian-like."

>TBC
>

"Take a left at the Wal-Mart up ahead and then drive straight for the next five
miles... or is that three?  There's a big wrinkle on the map right next to the
ABC..."  Coby squinted at the map.

Sodalite grunted noncommitally, and resumed fiddling with the radio dial,
trying to pick up a station that played neither rap nor Celine Dion nor country
songs and so far failing.  She was so absorbed in the radio dial that she would
have run down Shilari and Sprite, had they not leapt aside before she could. 
She slammed on the brakes at Coby's yell of warning, and the Rover came to a
sliding, screeching halt.

Shilari and Sprite approached the car cautiously and tapped on the driver's
side window.  Sodalite rolled the window down and stuck her head out with a
frown.

"Yes?" she snapped irritably.

"Er.... we were looking for a ride to the Amichanian Base Camp.  Since we're
Amichanians and all.  Um, brains are cool.  Are you going there?"  Sprite said
brightly.  Sodalite stared.

"Fine.  Get in.  Here are the car rules: the radio station is under MY control,
you don't touch my stuff, you don't kick my seat, and you don't hurt my
upholstery.  If you break any of them, you'll die slowly and painfully."

Sprite and Shilari exchanged triumphant glances and climbed into the back seat.
 Sodalite stomped on the gas and set back out for the ABC at top speed as soon
as they had the door all the way closed.

"By the way, the seatbelts in back are broken."

-Neofelis nebulosa, who couldn't think of anything more to write since she
doesn't know Sprite's plan ^_-



Grrl code BL:* PA:** SF:*** TP: *** F:! B/F:!! A:! V:* B:* G:! O:** S:! N:* K:!
H:* D/S:! T/F:! R:! C:* 

It looked good-natured, she thought; still, it had very long claws and a great
many teeth, so she felt it ought to be treated with respect.