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>Subject: MST This.
>Date: Wed, 12 Aug 1998 15:34:14 EDT
>From: 
>To: jehdjh@worldnet.att.net

Crow: Hey, guys!  We actually got E-mail!

>OK, James, here's the real test of your skills.

Tom: Who's James?
Mike: I think that she means M. H., Tom.
Michelle: Look, guys!  A challenge!  Let's try!

>Not to sound egocentric,

Tom: It's a self- insert?
Mike: No, Val wouldn't do that to us.

>but I
>am really very proud of this one and have gotten a LOT of compliments on it.
>IF you can find something in it to MST, I salute you. If not, I want you to
>tell me what you think.

Magic voice: Okay, guys!  I'll time you!

>Val
>
>The characters in this story belong to Buena Vista. This story is for Mature
>Readers Only.

Michelle: Are we going to need a bucket for his one, too?

>This is for our Leader, with my thanks for the basic idea.

Mike: I always knew that Gargoyles was of the occult!
Crow: Who's this Leader, anyway?  That Applewhite guy with heaven's Gate?

>                        And Dreams Persist

Tom: �and the Hansons annoy.

>        The sound of breathing woke her just in time to see the fist
>coming down to KO her.

Crow: Oh, no!  Marv Albert is dreaming that mike Tyson is trying to get him for stealing 
Mike's bit!

>Swearing in half a dozen languages,

Tom: Poopie!
Mike: Baka!
Michelle: Schieza!
Crow: Hotshka!
Tom: D'oh!
Mike: Consarn and fandangle it!

>she ducked
>to the side.

All: (quacking noises)

>Her would-be captor swore in English, and for some reason
>the voice sounded familiar to her.

Mike: Man, these insurance salesmen get hostile when you turn them down!

>Shrugging that idea off, she dropped
>into a defensive crouch and snarled, eyes lighting up in rage.

Crow: Anyone here know what size batteries she takes?

>Her
>assailant laughed derisively and said in a harsh voice, "Come, come,
>Demona.

Crow: Oh, it's a lemon?
Michelle: SHUT UP!

>I'm not afraid of your glowing eyes or your loud roars.

Mike: No, no, guy.  Demona's a gargoyle, not a lion.

>We
>know each other better than that. Or, rather, I know you." With that,
>the human-for it was obviously a human, though masked, and also obviously
>female, judging by the slender form-lashed out at Demona with a perfect
>roundhouse.

Tom: Linda Tripp's back, and she's pissed!

>Demona caught the leg and would have snapped it, but the
>other foot came up in that same second and caught her on the wrist.
>        The ever-sickening sound of snapping bone resounded as the
>left carpals snapped under the pressure. Demona grunted, more out
>of annoyance than pain, and reset them herself.

Crow: Demona Howser, M.D.�

>"You will have to
>do better than that, human."

Michelle: (snobby voice) We are not impressed�

>        "Gladly," replied the woman, and again the voice struck her

Tom: OUCH!
Crow: ABUSE!

>as familiar, but she had no time to analyze it, having to fend off a
>series of lightning-fast moves, including some very well-formed,
>high-level Karate and Tae Kwon Do. Who did she know that could do
>that?

Mike: Jackie Chan's twin sister?

>        She was strong, stronger than Demona, which was strange
>because she was a gargoyle and the other a lowly human.

Mike and Michelle: LOWLY?!?!
Mike: Not according to countless episodes of Star Trek and multiple fics featuring Q!

>As such,
>she should have been easy to beat. But Demona was getting quite
>a workout trying to protect herself from this human, physically
>stronger than she.

Crow: Oh, quit your whining!  It's just Jamie Lee Curtis's stunt double!

>Hell, Goliath would have found her a challenge.
>Everything she tried she anticipated, every blow she attempted
>was countered.

Tom: ONE!!  TWO!!  THREE!!!
Mike: No, Tom, that's "counted"�

>        Fortunately, the same was true about the human's attempts
>on Demona. After the shot on the wrist, none of the others made
>contact. It had been almost on in the morning when Demona was
>awakened, and now, as the battle began to intensify, the sun began
>to rise.

Crow: Demona monlights as a Gremlin.

>        Demona froze as the first rays of light streamed into the
>atmosphere, making a valiant attempt to control the metamorphosis.
>The last blow before the pain struck was easily deflected,
>and the other woman laughed nastily as Demona's body was racked with
>painful convulsions.

Mike: (ala Wizard of Oz) I'm melting, melting!  What a world!

>As the wings and tail retracted, the skin went
>from pale blue to soft peach,

Crow: Smooth and nicely rounded�
Mike: Crow!
Crow: What?  It's a peach!

>and the strange features softened into
>a more human visage, the human acted, withdrawing a knife and sinking
>into the gargoyle at her most vulnerable place, between the shoulder
>blades, where the wings would usually be.

Michelle: Finally, a good anti-fic!

>        Screaming in agony, Demona made one futile attempt to ward
>off the end she knew was coming, but then the temporary death came,
>and she blacked out.

Crow: Someone explain to me how a death is temporary.
Tom: You ever seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail?
Crow: We watched it just last ni� Oh!

>        When again she could see, she was astonished at the sight
>before her.

Tom: Before her stood Fabio, glistening in the morning sun, wearing nothing except for�
Michelle: (Slaps Tom)

>It was night again, and she was a gargoyle. She was in
>a courtroom. Twelve figures were seated in the jury box, their
>features masked mysteriously with darkness and hoods that covered
>their heads and faces. The one at the judge's bench turned slowly
>and stared at her until she squirmed. "So," he drawled, "the
>judge has come for her judging, at long last."

Mike: Whoah, this is really starting to look like the pilot of Star Trek: TNG.

>        "I never judged anyone."
>        "Silence! Now, the monster known as Demona, AKA Dominique
>Destine, AKA Angel of the Night, AKA The Demon,

Crow: AKA Big, Winged Rat�
Tom: AKA Poopie Head�
Michelle: AKA Loser of the Year for ten years running�
Mike: AKA Big Dink�
Crow: AKA Big, Festering Pile of Sh-
Mike: Crow!

>is here for her trial.
>Who will speak against her?"

All: WE WILL!  WE WILL!!!

>        "I will, Your Honor."
>        The thirteen hoods and Demona turned to the prosecution's table.
>There, standing behind the table on which was a huge pile of stones, was...

Tom: Bill Clinton!
Crow: The only intern to turn him down!

>        "Grouach!"

Michelle: (Demona) Excuse me�

>        "Aye, monster. 'Tis me. Yer crimes are known to all, but it
>was me who lost the most at yer hands. I lost EVERYTHING because of ye."
>        "No, Grouach,"

Michelle: (Demona) Oh, I'm sorry!  Must have been something I ate.

>said Demona, coldly. "I am not to blame for
>your husband's betrayal of me."
>        "And who is to blame, then? He would nae have betrayed ye,
>Demona," the old queen cried. "He would hae thought about it and
>then said no to my father. Macbeth was loyal to ye! 'Twas all YER
>doin'. But if ye won't admit guilt for my husband's betrayal what
>about them?"

Tom: Is anybody else here getting A-ko: The College Years flashbacks?
Mike: We get it!  She's Scottish!
Crow: But, Myles was Irish!
Tom: It's the principle of the thing.

>        She laid the stones on the floor, and they began to glow,
>then reassembled themselves. Then there was a brief flash of light,

Michelle: Oh, my god!  It's one of those stupid Skittles commercials!

>and instead of broken pieces of stone, there were fifty-three
>gargoyles. But they weren't whole. Some carried their own heads,
>most were missing body parts, and all were a disgusting shade of
>gray-green that would turn even the staunchest stomach.
>        "Brothers! Sisters!"

Mike: (Twilight Zone style) Demona, welcome to your own personal Hell, in� the 
Twilight Zone�

>        It was her clan, the clan from Wyvern, who were killed when
>she and the Captain of the Guard conspired together to leave it for
>the Vikings to take. One male stepped forward, and she barely
>recognized him as one of her Hatching Brothers.

Crow: (Gargoyle) April Fool's Day!

>        "Yes, Demona. We were once your Brothers and Sisters, as
>you were our Sister. Now you are nothing to us but traitorous,
>villainous scum!"

Michelle: So, then what's changed?

>        "No! It wasn't my fault! It was the humans! That damn Hakon
>wasn't supposed to destroy us! It was the humans who were to die,
>to pay for their lack of respect for us!"
>        "Gargoyles protect, Demona. You are not a true gargoyle,"

Tom: (Gargoyle) You are truly a My Little Pony!
Rest: NOOOO!!!

>sneered one female, an elder of the clan. "You are an abomination!"
>        "You betrayed us!"
>        "No! I lived for my clan," she cried, wondering why the
>words sounded so familiar.

Mike: She had read them in Dear Abbey the previous day.

>        "And we died for you," snarled the elder, and Demona
>remembered-she had said the same to Goliath when Coldstone accused
>him of the betrayal, and he protested his innocence. She stared in
>shock as the zombie-gargoyles, and Grouach, faded into thin air.

Tom: Demona was found, alive and of normal size, some 8,000 miles away.  There was no 
Grouach.

>        "Seen enough, Demona?" The judge smiled evilly at the
>confusion on her face. "No, I can see that you have not."
>        "Maybe I can shed some light on things," came a cold voice
>from the table. She turned back and gaped in surprise.

Crow: It's Lamp from the Brave Little Toaster!

>        "Brooklyn?"
>        Goliath's Second perched casually on the table. What looked
>like his head was in his hands. He looked himself in the eyes-literally.
>"Alas, poor Brooklyn.

Crow: (Brooklyn) I knew him well�

>I was him, Demona. A naive young hatchling who
>made the mistake of trusting an evil, conniving, bitch of a Demon!"
>His eyes, both the eyes in his head and those of the head in his
>arms, glowed white with hate, and both beaks curved into snarls of rage.
>        "How is this possible?"
>        "Oh, anything is possible, Demona.

Crow: �with Duct Tape!
Tom: �with a little bit of sugar!
Michelle: I think that's reaching, Tom.
Mike: �with a bit of pot, anything's possible!

>You see, THIS," and he
>pointed to the head with one hand,

Tom: (Brooklyn) �will go on my coffee table!  It's a lovely conversation piece!

>"will be me in ten years.

Crow: Quick, get Doc Brown!

>I was
>snatched from the castle to testify against you, told what you
>would do to our clan. Want to see? I'm sure you do." He examined his
>own face in a subjective manner. "I was kinda ugly, wasn't I?"

Michelle: Hey, you're supposed to be beating up Demona, not yourself!

>        she couldn't respond, so he shrugged, tossed her his head,
>which she caught out of reflex,

Tom: �which she then shot into a conveniently placed basketball hoop!
Mike: Three points!
All: (cheering sounds)

>and then gestured toward the shadows.
>Out stepped Goliath, the Xanatos', Puck, Broadway, Hudson, Lexington,
>and Bronx, all with body parts missing.

Michelle: (Lurch) You rang?

>"Hello, Demona," said her
>former mate, as the dead Brooklyn came forward to reclaim his head.
>        Shuddering, she handed the decapitated gargoyle his head,
>which he accepted with a mock bow and a sneer.
>        "What happened to you?"

Crow: (Goliath) I wrestled a combine harvester.
Tom: (Puck) I tried to catch a VC10, but I dropped it.
Mike: (Broadway) I fought an infantry division armed only with a copy of the Times.
Michelle: (Hudson) I extinguished a fire by being thrown onto it.
Tom: (Lexington) While armed with my magic sword, I jumped three stories out of the top 
of a tower!

>        "You happened, Demona. You killed us all as we slept, just
>like that Viking captain shattered the rest of our clan so many
>centuries ago. And the Xanatos' you killed for trying to protect us."
>        Fox snarled. "You killed my son in front of my face, you bitch!"

Michelle: (Demona) I figured that you'd enjoy it!  I mean, he hadn't cleaned his room or 
made his bed for five years�

>        As she watched in horror, her clan faded into the background.
>The living Brooklyn stayed behind and watched them go, then turned to
>Demona. "You know, Demona, it's strange to have to see yourself dead.

Mike: (Brooklyn) It's kinda' like a bad bit of weed!

>I would imagine that's one of the better parts about immortality."

Crow: That, and you have the chance to have sex with everyone alive.
Mike: Crow!

>Then a shrewd gleam, indicative of an intelligence of which Demona
>had thought Brooklyn incapable, appeared in the red gargoyle's eyes,
>and he said, "But I would imagine that the negative points are far
>greater in number."

Michelle: For a list of those bad points, refer to Gulliver's Travels, the section on 
Struldbruggs.

>        She nodded, slowly, acknowledging the truth of that statement.
>"It was not the best bargain I ever made."

Tom: (Demona) �and I just *had* to make it with the devil�

>        He smiled maliciously. "I thought not." Then, with the same
>mocking bow, he disappeared and called, "Until we meet in Hell, Demona!"
>        "It will not be long," came the judge's voice. "Has the jury reached a
>verdict?"

Tom: You be the judge�
Crow: SHEEP HURTING!  SHEEP HURTING!!

>        "Do I not get to speak in my own behalf?"

Mike: (judge) Are you speaking?  Do I hear you talking?

>        "No. How does the jury find?"
>        "Guilty, Your Honor."
>        "I sentence the Demon to die for her sins, to suffer the pain
>and anguish that her thousands of victims felt."

Michelle: They'll make her sit and watch Waterworld, the Phantom, Dune, and The Lost 
World for all eternity!

>        Shaking, sweating, and feeling sick to her stomach, Demona turned to face the
>judge. "Who are you?"
>        "You don't recognize my voice?" The hood was pushed back, and she felt bile
>rise to her throat at the sight of the first Hunter.

Tom: Is this going to be a Wheel of Time crossover?
Mike: Maybe everyone will get eaten up by a trolloc�
Michelle: Wishful thinking�

>        "Gilcomgain! You butcher! You and your kin have been the greatest threat to
>my kind since..."

Crow: (Demona) �since they put out buffalo wings two for one sale at KFC!

>        "Since the night a young boy's face was ripped to shreds by a
>clanless gargoyle? Yes, Demon, we have driven most of your wicked race from
>the earth," he snarled, motioning to the jury to remove their hoods.

Tom: (Demona) Then, maybe we should move to Mars!
Rest: (singing) Hoo-ray for Gar-goy-les!

>They
>complied, and her face went red with rage at the sight of twelve generations
>of Hunters. Each represented a thousand near misses, the slaughter of a
>hundred gargoyle clans across the globe.

Michelle: �through the use of Auszwitch(sp?)

>Snarling in impotent rage, she
>launched herself at one, only to be restrained by her original captor.
>        She turned, enraged. The mask was still intact. "Reveal yourself, that I may
>haunt you for eternity!"

Mike: If you ask me, she's about as frightening as Casper.
Michelle: But don't tell her that�

>        "Suit yourself," she said in a harsh voice, and slowly pulled off the mask.
>Demona stared in horror at that face, a face that she knew, knew quite well
>indeed. Demona found herself staring at Elisa Maza, whose hatred for Demona
>was obvious, burning in those dark eyes.

Mike: you know, this fic is turning incredibly dark all of a sudden�
Michelle: �and it was bright and cheery earlier?

>        "Has she been sentenced?"
>        "Death."
>        "Oh, good," said Elisa, in a voice which Demona didn't recognize. It must be
>her cop voice, the one all police officers cultivated for use on their perps.

Tom: �or for use when beating suspects senseless.

>It was flat, unemotional, devoid of all tone. She dragged the enraged
>gargoyle, literally kicking and screaming, to a gallows set up in another
>room. A small, thin figure in chains was to precede her in death.

Crow: Hey, this is what really happened to JonBenet Ramsey!

>The slight
>figure turned around, and Demona stared into the hurt brown eyes of her
>daughter, Angela, who was covered with dirt, bruises, and blood. The sadness
>in her eyes was coupled with hate, and she made a futile effort to break free
>and kill her mother, but was silenced with a gesture from the executioner, who
>was also a slim female, but wearing a hood.

Tom: What is this?  A meeting of the Gar Goyle Glan?

>        Demona winced as the ax came down on her daughter's neck, and as she was
>pushed to the gallows, she cried, "You! Executioner! Who ARE you that dare
>kill my child?"

Michelle: (Executioner) �I'm Charles Manson!
Mike: Sorry, doesn't work.  The Executioner was a *woman*.
Michelle: You're actually paying attention?

>        "If you look in your heart, I am sure you already know," came the answer, but
>the hood was pushed back anyway. A beautiful face, the most familiar of all,
>stared back at her. The blue skin, the red hair, and the hate-filled eyes.
>        Demona stared at herself, in shock and confusion. "This is impossible!"

Tom: (singing) I think I'm a clone now, there's always two of me, just a hangin' around�
Crow: (other Demona) Don't you know?  I'm your disowned twin sister who was lost in 
Afghanistan for all of her life!
Michelle: (hums theme to As the World Turns)

>        "Is it?" She stared back at Demona in hatred. "I represent what could have
>been, Demon. Had you never turned against your clan. Goliath and I had many
>children, or would have had you allowed it. Angela could have been the Leader,
>probably would have been one day.

Mike: Still, she probably would have been a better leader than Bill Clinton!
Tom: Yeah, less problems with interns�

>Were it not for your evil betrayal of the
>humans at Wyvern, the entire species would still prosper to this day. I ask
>you this, self. Was it worth it to see a human-free Wyvern?"

Mike: (Demona) Look, I thought that we were above these sort of plot twists, me being 
killed by myself and all.  Can't we just stick with the usual Xanatos-Tricks-Our-Asses-Off 
plotline?

>        As Demona's head was placed on the gallows, she said, "What should I call you
>for the minutes that I still live? What name do I scream in hate for the rest
>of eternity, for killing my daughter?"

Crow: (Demona) �because I would really sound stupid screaming out, "MEEEEEE!!!"
Michelle: (Demona) It would really just sound stupid having to explain to the other dead-
heads why i'm screaming out my own name.

>        "I am the Angel of Death," came the cold answer, and then the blade fell.
>        Agony filled Demona as she flashed back to her first murder, that of a
>brigand at Wyvern during the first Viking raid, before she and the Captain had
>arranged for Hakon to come to a poorly secured, Goliath-free Castle Wyvern.

Tom: (Demona) Damned Cat Burglars� One little smudge on my permanent record!

>Then the faces of her clan, frozen forever in silent horror.
>        Macbeth, the thousands of times that he had "died" over the centuries, the
>millions of direct hits that had come so close to killing them both forever.
>        The Hunters, all of them, from that innocent-yes, she remembered now and
>could admit it-boy who met an enraged gargoyle in a barn to the three
>siblings, one of whom worked for her under disguise, who almost killed her
>daughter after mistaking Angela for Demona.

Mike: Man, this flashback is taking a long time!
Tom: She'll probably be dead by the time that she finishes it!

>        Brooklyn, after that disaster with the Grimorum.
>        Angela, saying that she hated her.
>        Goliath, frozen in stone.

Crow: The flashback that keeps going and going and going and going and going and-
Michelle: We get the idea.

>        Goliath, when she revealed her plan to him.
>        Goliath, telling her to spread her evil, if she dared.
>        Her former mate's face was all it took to break what was left of the fragile
>string of Demona's sanity.

Tom: She was found the next morning in a barn about five thousand miles away, sucking 
her thumb and muttering something about aliens and UFO's.

>        She woke in a cold sweat, screaming so loud that the door and windows rattled
>and the room vibrated with the force and pitch of her voice.

Crow: (Demona) Man, I never knew that I could hit those high notes like that!  I should try 
that more often!

>        When she realized that she was awake, and alive, she stumbled out of bed into
>the bathroom, splashed some water on her face, and stared at herself in the
>mirror. "Just a dream."

All: Oh, BOO!
Mike: All that just for a *dream*?!?!
Michelle: God!  If you're gonna kill off the bitch, KILL OFF THE BITCH!!!

>        "Oh, really?"
>        She leapt to her feet and stared in shock at Puck, who sat casually at the
>foot of her bed.

Crow: Of course, he still hadn't recovered from his temporary decapitation.

>The Fey rose, smiling amiably, but with a glint in his eyes
>that indicated that she had underestimated him, too. "No, Demona, this wasn't
>just a bad dream."

Tom: It was a *nightmare* to remember!
Mike: Lame, Tommy Boy�

>        "What are you doing here, Puck?"
>        "I came to make you an offer that you can refuse."
>        "And that is?"

Crow: Shop at Wal-Mart instead of K-Mart!

>        "Stop messing with the human race, Demona. Take it from me, it can be a laugh
>but it tends to get you in trouble."
>        "And why should I stop?"

Michelle: Otherwise, you'll get loads of antifics sent your way!

>        "Well, I have one good reason. You have been manipulated since you emerged
>from the egg.

Tom: (Sephiroth) Because you are� a puppet�
Crow: I don't see Jenova anywhere�

>Even that dream-must have been a bad one if YOU woke up
>screaming-was engineered especially for you by Lord Oberon. I apologize for
>the machinations of my Sisters-the Weird Sisters that gave you your
>immortality. They, along with the Archmage--"
>        "ARCHMAGE?" She hissed in anger, eyes red with loathing.

Mike: No, Bill Cosby.  YES, THE ARCHMAGE!!!

>        "Yeah, him. Great guy, but a bit of a one-track mind, you know. Anyway, they
>made you hate the humans. When you were a babe-I'm sorry, hatchling-the
>Sisters cast a spell on you to make you loathe and distrust the humans for all
>eternity. Only another Fey can break the spell. I would like to, if you will
>let me."

Michelle: Of course, there will be the usual setbacks, you know, turning into a werewolf 
whenever the moon is full, changing into a boy whenever you get splashed with hot water 
and changing back whenever you're splashed with cold water, I could go on�

>        She frowned. "Why should I believe you, Puck?"
>        "Why not? I can make them all forget that you had anything to do with it.
>You'll remember, but they'll all think you were a dupe too. You can stick with
>your original story. Who knows, maybe you'll have a place in Goliath's life
>again."

Tom: �as a *cleaning lady*!!!
Rest: Ooh, aah!

>        "That ship sailed long ago," said Demona. "Although at one point I would have
>gladly walked back into his arms, I am over it now."
>        "Admirable."

Crow: �if you're frickin' Marilyn Manson!
Mike: Don't try too hard, Crow, it'll come naturally�

>        "Also, it would be unfair to make them think I was uninvolved. Cast your
>spell, if you wish, Puck, but do not rob them of their memories."
>        "VERY admirable. Congratulations, Demona. You passed."

Michelle: �just barely with a seventy nine!

>        "What?"
>        "Before I could cast my spell, I had to see if you were amenable to change.
>You haven't got the best track record in that area, you know. Art thou ready,
>Demona?"
>        "I am."
>        "Good." Puck smiled. A bright green light flowed from the Fay's mouth and
>eyes, illuminating Demona.

Tom: He's going to blow chunks!
Mike: He's gonna technicolor yawn!
Michelle: He's gonna toss cookies!
Crow: He's gonna hurl!
Michelle: The upchuck skit, ladies and gentlemen!

>As it faded away, she looked up at him. "I don't
>feel any different."
>        "I'm not surprised, Demona. I'm not a human."
>        "Don't call me that."
>        He looked at her, surprised. "Beg pardon?"
>        "I hate that name. don't call me that."
>        "All right," he said, amused. "What, then, shall I call you?"

Tom: (Demona) Priscilla, Queen of the Desert!
Michelle: (Demona) John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidtt!
Crow: (Puck) That's my name, too!

>        "Gargoyles have no names," she said.
>        "And are you a true gargoyle?"
>        "I am now."
>        Puck grinned. "All right. Welcome to your new life, Kyrina."

Mike: (Demona) Weren't you just listening?  I said that I don't want a name!  Now, you 
must DIE for your insolence!

>        "What?"
>        "It is the language of the Fey. It means Protector."
>        "I like it," she said. "I will be Kyrina. Protector."

Tom: So, she wants to be named after a jock strap.  Well, that's her business!

>                        The End

Mike: Well, that's it!  What did everyone think of it?
Tom: I thought that it was a good story!  There were few spelling or grammatical errors, 
and even fewer continuity problems.
Crow: It was a good story, it just needed a little bit more action.  I liked that bit at the 
beginning where she got captured.
Michelle: The story was a bit too dark for my liking.  Otherwise, good writing.  Even better 
than the last thing that we read by the author.
Mike: My turn.  I personally liked the story.  It showed the main character as a bit of a bitch 
at the beginning, but she changed over the course of the story.  Kind of a Christmas Carol 
type plot.  The thing that I'm saying, is that if you're going to kill of a bitch like Demona, 
kill her off!  Don't get her out of a jam with Deus Ex Machina like calling the whole story a 
dream.  Remember, the only reason that we MSTed this was that you challenged us.  no 
good MSTer will ever resist a challenge.  And don't forget, there's always something to 
MST because MSTing isn't necessarily making fun of, or ridiculing-
Crow: Although that part is really fun-
Mike: It's just pointing out flaws in the content of a story and makin the points funny.  
Since there wasn't a disclaimer at the beginning,  we'll do it now.  No harm or insult was 
meant by this.  Remember, you challenged us.  I can't stress that enough.
Crow: Gargoyles is owned by Disney (greedy bastards).
Tom: We are owned by Best Brains Productions.
Michelle: I was *thought up* by M. H. Torringjan.  No one owns me.
Mike: And the stinger!

>        The thirteen hoods and Demona turned to the prosecution's table.
>There, standing behind the table on which was a huge pile of stones, was...
>        "Grouach!"