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Subject: SUNBURN Menagerie at the Money House (HUGE!!!) From: consumer@powerup.com.au ($teve2) Date: 10 Aug 1996 11:00:01 GMT Organization: Weird Inc Heya peoples, Turtle: Look gratuitous display of personal technology Slifox: Shut up Turtle $teve: It's alright for you, Lynster/Hamster/Dumpster/Whatever hasn't stolen your trenchcoat. Slifox: She hasn't found the chocolate topping has she?> $teve: SHUT UP SLIFOX!!! And so those brave (stupid - MT) souls who ventured into sunny tropical Boondall (three degrees below normal, but that's just Steve anyway. <$teve glares at Steve> ) What are we doing here? Trying to so more convoluted than Spectra/Betamax/Whatever Hey, what's that furry thing? It's a weasel ball What? Lyndal on a string <whap> Ow. Cut it out. <glowering noises fromn Lyndal> Ahem. We, the brave souls of the BrisXf who hath vaguely (How apt mutters Steve, cut short by the threat of <comments> from lyndal. $2 Get that hand away from there Hampster <L> Sorry, I had nowhere else to put it. $2 Well give it back to Slifox and let her reattach it. Slifox This getting surreal. Alicia : Even better than the surreal thing? Steve T: Where'd she come from? Slifox: Where'd she go? $teve <very nervous> Err, Steve what is Hampster doing back there? Lyndal : <wg> Steve T : Oh. Aaaaaaaaargh! Lyndal <hg> $teve : Shall I skip afraid and move up to terrified? Slifox: I think it's a bit late for that. I'll go look for the cat $teve: HAsn't she seen alien? Steve: Yes, but it's the better option. $teve: I got a bad feeling about this. Hang on that's not me doing the feeling.... ALL <except Lyndal>: This is not happening. Lyndal : <WG> $teve: !!! Steve: I don't think she can save you now. Slifox : I hope there's a bald guy in a rescue party. Hey, what are those bottles she's carrying? $teve: I'm not planning on getting close enough to find out. <panicky look> Where'd those handcuffs come from? Disembodied voice of Intensity : That's for the Nina gags Dollar boy $teve : Thanks. BTW I told Lyndal you've got a bald patch and <g> a nice suit without a jacket with a corporate office. The whole Skinner deal. D.V.O.I.: Bastard, <vanishes into a puff of logic> $teve: Turtle. Get the emergency pack from under the sink. The one with the X. Steve : The sink with the X or the pack with X? $teve: This is obviously starting to get really silly. The pack with the X. Steve: Right <cheap f/x music implying suspense><not very well, but it's a low budget> Hey, what the... $teve: RELEASE THE MUFFINS!!?!(1) Slifox: How long can this go on for? $teve: I'm trying to wake up damn it. Last time I post to the newsgroup before going to bed. <thinks happy thoughts> That's not it. <clicks red shoes together> That's really not it. Yech, I think I'd rather death by Lyn...no actually I wouldn't. Hmmm...Fairy Godmother, help me Annette appears in a puff of confused logic. What the? Laast time I check I was asleep. Oh Steve, $teve, Slifox and Spamster. Lyndal: That's Hampster Annette: Whatever. $teve: Get me out of her Annette: YOu mean here $teve: I have precognition. Either emergency beam out or I'm in serious trouble. Jailing telly too a knee type trouble. Annette: I['m enjoying this $teve: I'm not and I'm writing this. Wrap this thing up now. Annette: Ok. We'll just need to wake the sleeping prince the usual way $teve: I got a bad feeling about this. Tell me, it doesn't have anything to do with frogs does it? Annette <waves wand> <Steve T and Slifox dissappear into a puff of satisfied relief, only found in those who narrowly avoid death. $teve is left atached to the chair with Lyndal advancing on him> Bye $teve. Remeber, One kiss and you're free. $teve: This is not happenin....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGHH!! Lyndal <slurp> (1) Not copyyright to KWAS inc