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12-09-2006, 10:28 PM
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Richardson: And that to your lockdown, *Mumbles something about drill seargents.* I apologize folks... aahhhh!!! *Runs in a circle avoiding the yodck that had just found him.* Hey, I'm back, I'm writing!
Episode VII: One humunga-dunga fleet for hire, price one fiver... Richardson: Well... the one thing I didn't expect to run into was a fleet. I guess my evil mirror forgot one of the evil overlord rules and put his big fortress on a map. Yodck: Not, perhaps, for mirror? Perhaps, seeking your BIG FREAKIN' IMPROBABILITY DISTORTIONS? Hmmm!? Richardson: Well, I guess we did twist the fabric of reality some back there... Yodck:........... Richardson: Okay, so we completely ripped the book in two and wrote a new one, at least that also ended up with us getting a rescue fleet. Tractor-Beam: Thwoomp! Richardson: Rescue-rescue here we come, here we come.. Yodck: Quiet, be you? Hmmm? Ask to much is it? Richardson: I want to enjoy it while it lasts, yodck... after all, pretty soon, we could end up with a horde of hostiles marching in. *Yodck headslaps.* Or, we could get spaced, or *Lots of weapon-charging sounds make themselves known.* Or, option one. *Puts his hands up.* Me and my big mouth... A room with 4 lights. Richardson: I'm not saying anything other than we have an evil mirror clone of me on the loose, and that there ARE 4 LIGHTS! e of pie: We know it was you who comepletely sent the improbability detector off the scale. Why did you bring in... Zuuuuuuuuukkkeee..... Richardson: It's Zuke, not Zuuuuuuuuukkkeee. e of pie: Quit correcting me when I'm trying to menacingly draw out names! I'm not very menacing otherwise! Richardson: I will when it doesn't describe another person than the one that came into the universe. Zuuuuuuuuukkkeee is a good clone of Zeke. e of pie: .... you know, ... SOMEBODY GET THE HAMMER! Richardson: I'm telling you, evil mirror did it, not me. I was tasked with saving Zeke, and... hey, wait, where is he? Someplace on Mirrona named Blood Gultch... Zeke: Eeeeep.... Sarge: Alright blue, where is that thinga-ma-bobbity? Simmons: Maybe we could make a mind-sifter and pry it from his brains! Sarge: We're still out of D-batteries... Simmons: Crap... Evil lair HQ: Zuke: I'm still trying to figure out who could be eviller than me... I mean, come on, I wanna destroy an entire solar system, I'm the fricken Dark Lord of the Sixth, how bad-ass can this guy be? 'Richardson': *Whisper to 'Yodck'* He's lost it, before we even got to use it. 'Yodck': *Whisper back* Could be better, he could have remembered to actually bring that fleet! Zuke: *In a whisper to both.* I'll give you two a hint. I'm smart, the instant I bring that fleet here, all the fiver-verse is going to attack. Let's wait until they can't do anything before we do, hmm? GOT IT?! 'Richardson' & 'Yodck': GAH! Keep it down! The good Fleet Fiver: Fleet: Lah-de-dah! Mysterious thingamajiggy: Hi-yall-do? WHAMMA-ZAMMA! Fleet: No SPOOOOOOOONNNN!!! Richardson: What the frick, a fifth light turned on. THERE ARE FIVE LIGHTS! e of pie: We're under attack? What in the heck would attack the good Fleet Fiver? Richardson: I told you, my evil mirror. With a better fleet Sixer. e of pie: Bridge, get the technobabble cannons shooting. Engineering: Get the technobabble generator running, pilots Richardson: e of pie: Actually turn on the comm panel. e of pie: D'oh. Big energy blast: BOOOM! Yodck: AHHHH! Richardson: AHHH! YAHHHHHH! e of pie: The paint job! AHHHH! FMV II: Mommy... *Listy....* Richardson: I think we're gonna need another captain... tbc 
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