From RJCHRISTEN@aol.com
RJ's CLONE WARS--- Continued---
As we last left our LABB Heros & Heroines; ANTon & Ode'a LePendrell, Danny Boye, Odie, Abree, CiCi, Fee, Mai, and Jon were trapped in the Giant Clone Poo-Poo Undies Hamper & Martinzier of Emperor Brian's Floating Cheese Cloud
Battle station hovering somewhere over the remains of Labville. RJ was skulking through the Cheese Cloud back to the Doof Corporate Jet (nicknamed "The Delectable Ducy") after disabling the Tractor beam which had trapped his rescue party, and RJ's
newest Clones Danno & Doofo were anxiously awaiting someone to show up. Ducovny was off in Memphis with Mel watching the Michael Nesmith-less Monkees performing all their hits, and
not worrying about a thing!
RJ in the meanwhile, crept slowly down the hall after monkey wrenching Emperor Brian's "Clone Cloning Home Genetics Lab". Apparently no thought that making partially cooked clones of Pendrell clones would result in weak, soft, mushy, and very stupid semi-clones. Suddenly, as RJ neared the hanger bay
where "The Delectable Ducy" sat, he saw Penni...decked out in Orange, pink & silver battle armor, a long red cape with yellow lettering, and a purple plastic Viking helmet and a authentic Michael Jackson Silver glove and surgical mask set. A bright green whiffle bat lay poised to strike in his hand.
Penni: So...(wheeze)...RJ, we meet once more..."
So RJ and Penni began their duel to the death! RJ whipped out his dogwood tree shilleigh and Lord/Lady Penni met him head on with his/her Whiffle...mace. Amazingly, Penni's armor did withstand the blows RJ inflicted on him, and since The Whiffle bat did nothing against RJ, it looked like it was going to be a long, long battle....
Meanwhile... The rest of LABB party was still trapped in the Cheese Cloud's Clone Poo-Poo Undies Hamper and Martinizer Dry Cleaner, and things were looking bleak. Poor Jon had collapsed due to the fumes while poor Anton continued futile pounding at the door with his hockey stick. Ode'a, Odie, Debi, Mai, Abree, Fee, and Danny Boye tried forming a Human pyramid to climb out the way they had come in, but were suddenly bombarded by hundreds of more silk panties as well as capes, silver tank tops, and raspberry berets (like the kind you'd find in a second-hand store). Things looked bleak until....
KNOCK KNOCK!! Was heard at the door!
ANTon: Who is it?
So, the door was opened and there was Ares wearing his Xena: Warrior Princess muscle shirt underneath the silver tank top, and Hades was waving frantically, trying to keep away the smell of a zillion soiled silk panties in the hamper. Dozens of mushed-in 3rdGen Clones littered the room, victims of Ares' wrath. As everyone piled out of the hamper, Ares handed each one a fully charged dustbuster and a cape. ANton yelled, "To the Delectable Ducy!", to which the rescued all moaned, "Let me guess, RJ named it that..."
And speaking of RJ, he was still battling Lord/Lady Penni of the Sith next to the hanger bay. RJ had done no damage to the armored Penni, but had taken out over a dozen 3rdGen Clone Perrytroopers who had gotten too close and over a hundred control panels, light fixtures, gumball machines, Perry
Como-playing wall speakers, and several pictures of Perry Como, Kris Karter, John "the White Urkle" Shy-Ban, and Frank Spotnazi.
Penni: "Stand still (wheeze) whydoncha!"
After about, oh, an hour of running from hordes of orange and pink kilted/red caped/silver tanktopped 3rdGenClone PerryTroopers and naked 3rdGenClone PerryTroopers who were ordered to flood the hamper with their silk panties, red capes, silver tanktops, orange & pink kilts, and raspberry berets (like the kind you'd find in a second-hand store), the LABB members and their Allied Good Guy clones finally made it to the hanger bay. I won't say who kissed whom before swinging across another power shaft. Anyhoo, our gang stopped at the sidedoor
to the hanger bay.
CiCi: "You came in that? I'm amazed you survived!"
Suddenly, Danno and Doofo saw the LABB folks at the hanger door, Danno tossing aside the "How To Fly" manual, and Doofo turned off the radio playing Hanson doing their best impression of Foghat. Of course, the 30 or so 3rdGen Clone PerryTroopers in the hanger bay did present a bit of a problem for everyone. Until, seconds later, when the big door opened up to show Lord/Lady Penni!!!
"OH NO!" cried the LABB members. "We're Doomed!"
And yes, there was RJ, duelling Lord/Lady Penni of the Sith. The PerryTroopers were distracted by the big fight, and so the LABB member made their break for the jet as Danno turned the "Delectable Ducy" around and Doofo lowered the stairs. "Dyyyyyyyyah.... what tookya so long, Mr Anton??"
But just as RJ saw the thirty or so PerryTroopers between him and the "Ducy", he looked solemnly at Danny, who had stopped halfway across the hanger bay. RJ then stepped back, and raised his shilleigh in a salute. Lord/Lady Penni swung hard...and suddenly RJ's Trenchcoat fell empty to the deck!!!
"NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" screamed Danny, who began
flinging dropped dustbusters at Lord/Lady Penni. But suddenly a weird voice echoed through Danny Boye's mind.
Danno hopped into the co-pilot's seat as ANton assumed the controls of the "Delectable Ducy".
The engines of the "Delectable Ducy" roared, and promptly melted the 50 or so poorly designed, poorly made, and only half-cooked 3rdGen Clone PerryTroopers that tried to stop the escapees. The jet shuddered, and roared out of the hangerbay, dropped a hundred feet, then soared off into the sky. As pools of gooey clone juice oozed over the deck, Lord/Lady Penni stomped upstairs to the Bridge spewing steam from his ears.
Penni: "General (wheeze) Dweezil! Grab that jet with our (wheeze) Tractor Beam! Now!"
SO...Our gallant LABB Clone Fighters made their way to the Clone-Free Town of Beiserville (ANTon, DannyBoye, Ode'a, Danno, Doofo, Ares, and Hades all had to wait in the plane playing mumblepeg and drinking "Grape Doof" soda) to celebrate their Escape from Emperor Brian, Lord/Lady Penni, and their Clone
Rebels with gallons of Delicious Doof Beverages....
....but without RJ, the party just wasn't the same....
...or will it....
The END???
RJ, the "late" LABB Bartender, "postmortum" Parody Prince, and "Ex-"CyberHubbyWubby of the Delightful Ducovny.....
From Carson Maynard <haem@katie.vnet.net>
A summary of Today in the Cell:
The big event of today has actually just gotten over with...Penni threw a wobbly! ;> Well, it started when Oz and Ham were guarding us - um, that's a slight fib. They actually weren't guarding us...it was more like they were standing around in the general vicinity of us. I think we could have
sawed our way out through the door and they wouldn't have noticed. (Unfortunately, we didn't have a saw. Sami tried using her bobby pin, but it didn't hold up for longer than twenty minutes and we barely made a dent.) I'm getting off track...here's what happened.
OZ: Hey hey you say!
[Ham and Oz started laughing rowdily, practically falling off their guards' chairs with merriment.]
SAMI: Would you guys *please* shut up? I'm trying to get some sleep here!
[They laughed again.]
SAMI: Aaaargh! Give me some of those cashews!
[Sami began chucking cashews at Oz and Ham, then realized what she was doing.]
SAMI: Wait a minute - you've had these cashews *all this time* and we've been making ourselves eat that awful gruel?!
[I just nodded - Sami had heard me explain this to Rose before, and I guess I must have mentioned it a few other times...]
HAM: Hey hey Penni says!
[Penni sobbed on Oz' shoulder for a moment, then lifted up, sniffling and wiping hir eyes.]
HAM: Your mascara - and may I say what a lovely shade of chartreuse it is? - is running, Penni.
[Some obviously wounded clones, including the fake Dweezil and Keyser, entered, bearing among them the prone body of a familiar bearded mouse.]
ME and SAMI and PENWYN: RJ!!!
[Penni, Ham and the rest swiped at the air, dropping RJ's body in the process, but fortunately there were so many clones in the area that it just kind of rolled down them to the ground. Finally they settled down and Sami got up the courage to ask a question.]
SAMI: So what are you going to do with RJ?
[Dweezil, Keyser and the other clones opened the door. Several of the clones held dustb - uh, cute mini vacuum cleaners on Penwyn while the others dragged RJ in.]
PENNI: If he's dead, he'll stink really bad and it'll serve you right. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
[Penni cackled a little bit more, until the force of hir exultation nearly caused hir to topple over in hir high heels, so heshe quickly recovered hir dignity and walked imperiously out of the detention center.]
PENWYN: RJ...?
[Sami and I waited breathlessly for Penwyn's report.]
PENWYN: He's not moving...and...I can't feel a pulse! Ack!
ACK! EnCat's coming back! Gotta run - I can hear the sound of dustbusters! I mean, cute mini-vacuum cleaners!
Carson Maynard :>
From AbreeBB@aol.com
Er, hi. I don't quite know what I'm doing, but Abree told me to "update" the LABB people after her capture. I don't know what that means, either, but after she threatened to take me to see someone named Aunt CiCi and slapped me, I had to agree.
So...um...my name's Jay-Jay, I think. I have red hair and I look like that one guy in that tv show that Abree has a million tapes of, who works in the Science place. She left me this note to read to you guys, so here goes.
"Hello LabMice! If you're reading this, that means I've been captured, probably along with a few others and forced into peril because of those asterisk-percent-sign-excalmation-point-exclamation-point clones. The other night I decided that I would make a new clone that would hopefully turn out better than that number-sign-asterisk-money-symbol-exclamation-point Brian.
Jay-Jay's pretty dumb, but I implanted a spell check microchip into his brain and taught him how to use a Pez-gun, so he should survive until I get back. Plus I gave him a pair of slacks and he didn't complain that they were too masculine. So all's well on that front. In the meantime, HELP US, FOR THE
LOVE OF DOOF!!!!
Thanks,
P.S. In case anyone was wondering, Beverly Cleary is the author of such fine books as "Ramona Quimby, Age Eight" and "Henry and the Paper Route." She also wrote a book called "Dear Mr. Henshaw," which won one of those Blueberry Awards or whatever."
Ah, that's all she wrote. I don't know why she thinks I'm dumb, though. She SAID she'd teach me everything I needed to know, but then she started drinking that liquid from a small glass and smiling real wide. She did give me this Pez gun, though, and told me to shoot anyone who looked like me who
wore a kilt and silver tank top. She also told me to find an enraged cat and try to drown her in Jello Pudding, but all the cats I've found seem very docile and have little circles shaved into their backs. Kinda cute, actually.
Oh, and she told me to say, and I quote "Replies???? REPLIES????? You want me to REPLY TO STUFF???" And then she laughed, tipped over in her chair and thunked her head on the ground. Then she calmed down and said she'd reply when she got back from her imminent capture.
She also told me to "Say hello to LadyFox, she of sock stories and clone smacking!!" I don't know why she likes clone smacking so much, but I guess I shouldn't complain. She also said to "Tell Queen Thud that her profile screams "LabMouse" and if she doesn't answer I'll run headfirst into a brick
wall."
Um, I should go. There's this guy who looks like me tapping on the window holding a book with a really cute-looking eight year old girl on the cover...
Jay-Jay
From RJCHRISTEN@aol.com
First; I have to confess that I am not a Prisoner of Lord/Lady Penni of the Sith about the Death Cheese (as they call it- The Cheese Cloud as I called it). I accidently stepped onto a loose manhole cover in the middle of the hallway, fell through losing my trenchcoat, and nearly falling out of the
Death Cheese. Fortunately, I had teh foresight to take along my Emergancy Rocketeer Mini-Jet Pack which prevented a fatel fall to the the ruins of Labbville. Also, apologies from ANTon and Danny Boye for Not rescue Carson & Sami. If *I* knew your were also in teh Detention Center, *I* would have rescued you all!!
RJ
From Peter Bowyer <Peter@bowyer.demon.co.uk>
Will has been quite ever since I got back. He's shut himself in the kitchen again and that Cherry Pomo music is playing louder than ever. The wierd thing was I was sure I could hear him talking to someone... I must be imagining things :::The Perry Como music is turned dowm in the background:::
I'm afraid this is my last letter for at least two weeks, as I'm going back to uni on Friday, so PLEASE don't send any more mail to this address!!! I have to go back early coz I'm going on a geology field trip. For those of you that don't know, this involves getting getting soaked and freezing to death in the very north of Scotland. There is however one good thing: the trip to the nearest pub every evening, especially seen as we'll be in Scotland, with longer opening hours at the weekend!!!! Wayhey!!!! :::The kitchen door slowly opens, and Will, dressed in a hideous orange kilt slips through:: But like I said I won't be able to e-mail until the 9th of October at least, but I'll contact you when I'm ready to be put on the list again ::Will slowly creeps up behind anna as he does so he brings out a home made dustbuster from behind his back::.
Hmmm I think that's about it, I've got to get...
Will: "Stop right there."
From Carson Maynard <haem@katie.vnet.net>
Hi all - latest from the cell! I apologize for my abrupt end yesterday, but I didn't want EnCat to know that I was spreading the news. Well, anyway - where did I leave off? Oh, yeah...
(PENWYN: He's not moving...and...I can't feel a pulse! Ack!
Here's the conclusion:
PENWYN: There, that's better...okay...Ah! He's - a mannequin!
[Penni came back in, still tottering a bit]
PENNI: Oh, and I forgot to say - we will DESTROY the evil Pez lovers with our cunning scheme to -
[With that, Penni turned and flounced out, nearly stepping on hir cape.]
We spent most of today trying to figure out what to do with the mannequin. Penwyn's a little bit squeamish about taking it apart, but since we don't know what to use it for, we haven't made him do that yet. We also don't know *why* Penni tried to fool us by putting a mannequin made up to look like RJ in the cell. Was it was some form of mental torture? Has Penni struck up a deal with the Nestene Consciousness, who can bend plastic
to their will? Was heshe trying to make a political statement? I dunno. I guess we'll find out!
Carson Maynard :>
From Melissa White <s936812@buster.uu.edu>
Well, the other night I was taking a walk underneeath the moon and the stars. I was near the clone field full of frolicing clones when I heard a sound.. a sound that was not unlike weeping so being the sensitive social work type person I am I followed it to it's source. And I found a most pathetic, but very cute, site. There was a clone crying!!!! <sniff>
He was decked out in love beads.
"What's the Matter?" I asked the poor clone.
He sniffled, and wiping his nose looked up at me and said, "I can't find any fortune cookies. I think Micky took them," He then proceded to bawl.
I put a comforting arm about him and helped him to stand. "It's OK." I consoled him, stroking his soft hair. "What can I do to help"
"I want my fortune cookies back. And the doggie bag for the dog I don't have would be nice as well," he sniffled.
"Suure" I said, not knowing what to think and determined to helop the poor clone. "What's your name?"
"Peter." <not to be confused with Ducs Torkie <G>>
"OK, well then, Peter, I'll see what we can do to get your fortune cookies and the doggie bag for the dog you don't have. Will that make you feel better?"
Peter the clone looked at me with big eyes and smiled. I took Peter home to meet Sully. Sully sulked a bit but he'll get over it. He'll probably drop a chandelier or two and then he and Peter will be the bestest pals.
So If anyone sees any fortune cookies, please return them to my cheese hut so Peter will feel better. and Micky,, if it's you, please return the doggie bag with the fortune cookies to it's proper owner. Love thy fellow clone and all that.
::hugs to the LABB::::::
-Mel and her new clone Peter
From XPhile001@aol.com
Has anyone heard from my clones? I have no idea where they are. Even though Raoul (I'm still not sure how he's in NYC *AND* with the Pro-Como/Anti-Pez clones) an' Rusty have converted an' Chuck's AWOL, they're *STILL* my responsibilty.
@-->--- ® ð § é --
From AnasaziBB@aol.com
Okay, now for what happened today in the cell, you pez loving Perry Como hating---BATS, BATS!!! AAAAAHHH!!!
Ahem. Yes.
Today, I saw the light. It was a true eye opener. I think that it was the realization that I *wanted* to be in the organization of *anyone* who tried to pass off a mannequin as human. It just appeals to me. Or something.
Anyway, I was sitting in my cell, when Penwyn brought my food into me. I began eating my gruel, when suddenly, I found a Pez in my gruel again.
ME: PENWYN!!! What kind of junk are you *trying* to *feed* me??? THIS IS POISON!! POISON POISON POISON!!!
At this point, EnCat came over to my cell, and I began beating my spoon against my metal tray, and screamed louder.
Carson: Sami, SSHHHHH!! You'll attract Penni! Here, give me it!
He grabbed the pez, stuffed it in his mouth, and swallowed it.
Me: AHHH!!! PENNI!!! CARSON JUST ATE A PEZ, THE PERRY COMO HATER!!!
At this point, I realized that I was just like all the others, and that I might as well give up the charade and give into what I was denying all along.
Me: I'VE REALIZED MY MISTAKE, PENNI!! LET ME INTO YOUR WONDERFUL ORGANIZATION!! SMACK THE BATS UNTO THE FLOOR!!!
At this point, Penni appeared in the doorway, holding the keys to my cell.
Penni: You have seen the light, child! Come into the waiting arms of our wonderful organization!
He pulled out from behind a pez dispensor--"Confiscated off of Paul"--and a live cricket.
Penni: Eat one.
I swallowed, hard, and stretched out my hand. I snatched the cricket and quickly swallowed it. A silence descended the whole prison block as the hostages stared at me.
Me: Tastes like chicken.
There was another silence. Then,
Penni: <whispering> She is one of us.
So, there it is, you Perry Como haters! I have proved my loyalty and may your teeth rot out from the pez you eat! Bwahahahaaa!
Meanwhile, replies:
Wagner:
<< Oh, and Sami...LOVED THE FILE!!! IT'S THE COOLEST THING ON EARTH!!! >>
Me: HEY, PENNI!!! Here, come here. I've got some more music for you to listen to.
:::::plays the Hanson snippet from computer::::
Me: Aren't these guys the best??
Guys! :) I hope you prisoners don't mind Hanson too much. :)
I shall now bring this to Penni to review (he doesn't believe in my *loyalty* I would be offended if I weren't so in love with the great Perry Como) and then send it off to yous guys.
Sami :D
From EnragedCat@aol.com
I've decided that you've heard enough Pezzian propaganda for the week and need to hear *my* side of the story.
For one thing, that's not a mannequin. It is a All-Natural
Pez-Loving Dead RJ Clone. For another, Beverly Cleary, beyond writing the Ramona series and the Dear Mr. Henshaw series and the Henry Huggins series, has written some of the greatest books ever written. You know Shakespeare? Pshaw. Not Shakespeare. Not even Bacon. BEVERLY CLEARY. You know
Dickens? You probably think that Oliver Twist came from the pen of that non'xistent writer. Pshaw. It came from the pen of a lady from Oregon, BEVERLY CLEARY. You know Austen? Yep. Ms. Portland wrote the classics everyone claims as Jane's.
And for the last thing, I'd like to congratulate Sami on her new Comoian philosophy on LABB life. (((SAMI)))
Now, Carson, bona-fide dead clone RJ, Debi, Penwyn, and everyone else...submit yourself to the omnipotence of King Brian!
Hey hey you say!
--EnCat
--Evil LabMouse, now joined by Sami! Bravo!
From AnasaziBB@aol.com
Mwahahaa!! Greetings from Perry Como land, you pez lovers!! Today was an interesting day.
After the warm welcome by all the Como-worshippers, which involved a weird rite in which we danced the Macarena to three of his worst songs played backwards, Penni rushed to the mall to buy Hansons' CD.
I'm not sure what it's called, or what songs are on it since Penni won't let me see it--says something about it being placed "under lock and key" because this "great work of art" might be "tarnished by unholy hands." However, heshe somehow hooked up a CD player through the safe that heshe stored it in and allowed all the prisoners to listen to it *all day long*
And the Hansons are even going to be on TGIF in about 5 minutes. *sigh* Life is good.
Mel and Peter:
(I love being evil! It's so fun!! MWAHAHAHAA!)
EnCat:
<< And for the last thing, I'd like to congratulate Sami on her new Comoian philosophy on LABB life. (((SAMI))) >>
Sami :)
From Carson Maynard <haem@katie.vnet.net>
EnCat, you can't fool me. It *is* a mannequin, 'cause Brian said so! (I asked him where it came from and he said, "Oh, Penni found it in some hole-in-the-wall place," before suddenly clamming up and claiming that it was a dead clone.) Unless he was trying to double-bluff me...
Well, anyway - I rather like this Hanson stuff. That's mainly because it's replaced the 24-hour-a-day marathon of "Hall of Heads" and "You'll Miss Me" that I had to endure before. I'll even take Perry Como over that stuff!
*starts whispering* Now...LABB...don't you *dare* tell any of the clones this, or EnCat, but...this is all a hoax! Sami and I talked while they were gone once, and she told me that she's trying to worm her way into Penni's confidence by pretending to be one of them. Oh, here she comes with EnCat...don't say anything, remember!
SAMI: Hey, Carson, you...you...bat!
Ooh, I think we scared EnCat off. Okay, well, now I can tell you what happened today. First, a little while after I woke up this morning, the door opened and EnCat threw another prisoner into my half of the cell. It took me a second to realize that it was Nick.
ME: Nick! What happened to you?!
So, while the half of the cell on the other side of the bars seems awfully empty now, at least I have someone to keep me company. I'm not entirely sure why they didn't just throw him into Sami's ex-half...maybe they figure we'll start fighting and kill each other, or something.
And the *other* big thing of the day was that Penni brought in Madame Boing! She's in Trill's old cell, next to Penwyn and the mannequin, and boy, did she make a racket when they carried her in!
MME B: [trying like crazy to backpedal] What are you doing weeth me?!
[Pez started raining from the sky; Penni looked up]
PENNI: Ian, Flumina, stop that!
[I heard giggling from up above, and then the sounds of people moving away.]
MME B: *And* ah curse you to dryer-shrinkèd spangly silver tops!
[And with that, Penni slammed and locked the door on Madame Boing's cell. I can still hear her ranting...]
MME B: Ah have a shop of spices zat I have to run! You cannot keep me here! Zere are many customers of mine who weel want to have their palms readed! Ah curse you weeth broken cute meenee vacuum cleaners!
[Poor Nick is swiftly developing a headache. I hope Madame Boing converts soon. I think...]
Carson Maynard :>
From EnragedCat@aol.com
Last night I had the most inane Instant Message conversation ever with a kid in my class who I don't particularily like but is sure as heck fun to have inane conversations with her. This conversation was a one-sided argument over whether or not I have a life. It is even better than Sami and I's deep
discussions and reflections on the pyschological undertones of a Cleary classic. Did you know that Ramona represents the inner child of Bill Clinton?
And Carson, you're wrong. That is a mannequin. It is not a dead RJ clone. How dare you go against King Brain! Ten hours of Lie Still, Little Bottle for you, young man!
--EnCat
--
From AnasaziBB@aol.com
Carson said:
Sami :)
From Carson Maynard <haem@katie.vnet.net>
I've been spending today trying to get to know Nick better, since we're to be cellmates and all. I've only ever met him before on the Good Morning LABBVille set, but he's a pretty friendly guy, and we got into some really fascinating conversations.
ME: And so you see, the soap opera theme characterizes "El Mundo Gira". This is best seen in the part where Gabrielle...
(Trill had begged Penni to be moved to the cell on the other side of Odie a few days ago...guess she got sick of hearing about el chupacabra...)
ME: Some people just don't appreciate good television.
[In the background, I could see Sami pulling out a little screwdriver, a sorta-partially-finished WiB gun and a bunch of spare parts, and start laboriously assembling them.]
ME: For example. Do I have to wear *that* if I convert?
[EnCat turned to Sami, who quickly swept all the gun bits into an inner pocket.]
SAMI: Er - openings? I, er...
[I plopped back down on my bed and ignored EnCat.]
ENCAT: Oooooooh!!!
[EnCat turned up "Hall of Heads"]
ME: Aaaaaaaaaah!
Carson Maynard :>
From Carson Maynard <haem@katie.vnet.net>
Today Nick and I were lounging around, eating gruel and discussing the vagaries of television, when we heard the strangest sound. It was like...someone digging, under the floor. Then, after about ten minutes of this, one of the flagstones started moving. We hopped up, frightened, and
watched as the flagstone suddenly popped up into the air, propelled by what looked like a trowel handle. I ran over - there was a hole in the stinky cheese that was under the flagstone!
ME: [looking down] Hello?
[I heard Janet dragging the cappuccino machine through the fairly small cellar until she reached Penwyn's cell. She dug a little hole up through his and gave him some cappuccino - the mannequin didn't want any - and then continued over to Madame Boing's cell.]
MME B: Aaaaah! What eez zis thing coming up een ze cell floor?
[I could hear the cappuccino machine whooshing and then the glug-glug-glug of Janet adding Doof]
JANET: Try this instead.
[I don't think Janet's going to make it over to the other cells any time soon...fortunately, only Flumina and Tiger were guarding us, so they didn't really notice anything out of the ordinary...the tend not to listen to Madame Boing's rants. I think I did hear her bestow a gypsy blessing on Janet for the Doof cappuccino, though...]
---
Sarah:
I hope you have the remedies with you at the moment...because I'm afraid Madame Boing is just the tiniest bit sloshed right now.
Carson Maynard :>
From AnasaziBB@aol.com
::::::::smiles::::::::: I'm sitting here listening to my new CD which my father just brought home ... The same one Penni has been playing for all your lucky prisoners ...
Carson:
Um and now there is a message to Hades from Penni:
Ahem. Yes, Penni, I think your point was made ...
Sami :)
From SrGunther@aol.com
About a week ago, I woke up and looked out my cell. There was a loud whooooooshosh noise, and I looked up to see a spaceship in the shape of a big smiling face of Duc. RJ, have you been building spaceships again?
Anyway, I later read the account of the LABB boarding party. Thanks oh so much for thinking of little old Pablo while on your trip. No, forget him. He's not important. Let's leave him here. It'll be funny. We can watch him squirm.
Well, taking it upon myself to make *some* effort to escape from the ol' Cheese Cloud, I decided to do a little digging. You'd be surprised how tough it is to dig through cheese. And I'll tell ya, with the one shower Penni allots each day, you can work up quite a stink. Lots of fun to try and sleep
with a frickin' vapor of limburger over your head.
So, after a few days of bad smells and cheese-covered fingernails, I made a breakthrough into the cell next to me. There were these 2 guys in there. One kinda looked like Indiana Jones, the other was a big space-monkey. Being the neighborly neighbor that I am, I struck up a bit of conversation.
Me: Hey guys! What's going on?
So the space monkey let us out of the cell.
Indy: All right, let's go.
And with that, he was sucked out the airlock along with his space monkey, destined to hurtle through oblivion for eternity. What a moron.
So now, here I am, minus one actor and minus one space monkey, sitting under a desk in some room. It's got nice fluffy carpet and is really comfy. Got a nice little drawer with snacks too. Mmm...Funyuns. Crunchy goodness. Well, I think I'll take a little nap while I'm down here. See everyone at
the chat tomorrow!
~Paul, who is determined to write more
Picture courtesy of The Bat Cave
Date: Tue, 23 Sep 1997 23:08:38 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: LABB: RJ's Clone Wars Pt3
RJ: "Still smarting after the crotch shot I gave you at Fee's hut in Labbvile?"
Penni: "The pain I endure for Perry Como (wheeze) and Beverly Cleary is nothing compared to the (wheeze) torture we shall inflict upon you, Pez-Lover!
RJ: "Now see here! I don't like Pez, I do listen to Perry Como on a local nostalgia radio show, and who the Doof is Beverly Cleary? What's your problem??"
Penni: "You don't deserve to Know who (wheeze) our Goddess Beverly Cleary is, you Chris (wheeze) Carter-hating Heathen!" (note: who is Beverly Cleary anyway? --rj )
RJ: "But Kris Karter killed off Agent Pendrell! Your own biological Father!"
Penni: "Lies!! Lies!! Lies that Pez-Loving (wheeze) OdiePal told you all! We are all (wheeze) Descendants from the Greatest Lord of all TV Chris (wheeze) Carter himself!!"
RJ: "I guess Cleopatra wasn't the only Queen of De Nile..."
Penni: "Prepare to (wheeze) Die, Heretic!"
RJ: "Wait? Again? And from a whiffle bat made out of high Density Polyethylene?
Penni: "ERRRG!! It's not a..bbbb-aaa-tt...it's a Whiffle mace!
RJ: "Right. Fine. Whatever.
Voice: It's me, Ares! And Hades! We're here to rescue you!"
All in the Hamper: "No way! Brian said you and Hades had joined his Clone Rebellion!"
Voice: "No, we didn't! They captured us, but we successfully resisted their brainwashing attempts!"
All in the Hamper: "How do we know it's really a UnBrainwashed Ares and Hades?"
Other Voice: "Uh, Hi! I'm Hades, but I used to be known as Walter?
All in the Hamper: "Everybody knows that!"
Voice: "Uh, It's Ares again...Uh, Fee gave me a shiny Darth Vader Pez dispenser for my birthday?
All in the Hamper: "Not good enough!"
Voice: "uh, ok, how about this; on Aug 9th, Mistress Fee told RJ that Quote: "3 was better the Gethsemane"... Unquote."
All in the Hamper except Fee: "Fee??? Three??? Eeeeeeee!"
Fee: "Heh, hehe, heh....what can I say... I liked the part with Mulder alone in his office...But Perry Reeves still makes my skin crawl!"
Voice: "Can we let you out now?"
All in the Hamper: "Yes! Hurry Up!"
RJ: "Sorry, Penni...I'm a Dancin' Foo--ooo-ooo-oool!"
Penni: "You and that stupid wit! It's why I (wheeze) hate you above all other Pez-Loving (wheeze) LABB members!"
RJ: "Hey, if it wasn't for this wacky wit, you wouldn't be here! It's how a simple fan board for a minor X-Files character turned into reality-altering multiverse!" Plus, it won the heart of my dear sweet Ducovny!"
Penni: "Grrrr! She's a nowhere-going *wheeze) slacker girl who likes the Monkees more then (wheeze) the X-Files!"
RJ: "Never! We're Made for each other!!
Penni: "Arrggh! I'm gonna (wheeze) mash you sooooo hard!
RJ: "Strike me down and I will become more powerful then you can imagine!!"
ANTon: "What's the matter? It's not good enough for you?"
Odie: "No, we're amazed you survived flying the Doof Corporate Jet with getting drunk from all the delicious Doof Beverages and Biohazardous Wastes on board!!"
Abree, Debi Fee, Jon, Mai: "Yum, Yum! Delicious Doof Beverages on board!"
Danny: "Sorry, it came Doof-less!"
Rescued LABB members: "What? It's EMPTY of DELICIOUS DOOF BEVERAGES?!? We're going back to the Detention Center!!"
"LOOK!" yelled ANTon. "It's RJ!!"
ANTOn: "Is the plane all warmed up?"
Doofo: "Dyyyyyyyaaaaa, no! We's got duh air-contion'r on!!"
Danno: "Crank up the engines! I'll release the brake and we'll catapult out!"
Ares & Hades: "Let us take one more shot at them!!"
Danny Boye: "RJ!! I can't believe he's gone!! How will we go on without him??"
Odie: "RJ!! I can't believe he's gone!! How will we go on drinking Delicious Doof Beverage without him??"
Abree: "RJ!! I can't believe he's gone!! How will Ducovny go on without him???
Fee: "RJ!! I can't believe he's gone!! How will we go on without his Instant Messages??"
Debi: "RJ!! I can't believe he's gone!! How will we go on without him to continue this wacky story??
Dweezil Mk1: "Uh, Sorry Lord/Lady Penni...we, uh..can't do that."
Penni: "Why (wheeze) not? We did (wheeze) it earlier in this (wheeze) story!"
Dweezil Mk1: "Well, some...somebody somehow Turned it off, and since you ordered all the those "Don't Touch Signs" to be put on the power controls, none of the crew dared turn it back on..."
Penni: "Arrrrgh!! I'm surrounded by bat-brains! You're (wheeze) Courtmartialed!" :thinks hard for a second or two:: "Well, fire up the (wheeze) thruster engines and we'll (wheeze) ram them! We can do that, right Captain (wheeze) Dweezil?"
Dweezil Mk1: "Yes, Lord/Lady Penni!! We have Mach1 capability!"
Penni: "Well do (wheeze) so, un-courtmartialed General (wheeze) Dweezil!!"
Dweezil Mk1: "YES, your Lord/Ladyship! ::stands dramatically behind crewman Face Mk2:: "Ramming Speed...Engage!"
Face Mk2: ::presses "engage" button on control panel::: "Uh, Sir, what does `General Windows Protection Fault Detected/ Close will Terminate Windows Operation'???"
Dweezil Mk1: "Uh, oh......"
Penni: "Arrrrrrrrgh!!! I should (wheeze) have never upgraded to (wheeze) damn Windows 95!"
Date: Wed, 24 Sep 1997 00:28:54 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: [LABB] Try Encrypting Cyrillic Runes
HAM: Hey hey *you* say!
OZ: Hey hey I say?
HAM: Uh-huh.
OZ: Hey hey!
OZ: Hey hey!
ME: Er...well...yeah...but they're not exactly *my* cashews, so I felt bad about giving them away...
SAMI: Oh, right, I forgot. The "El Mundo Gira" Avenger, who you are *not*, needs them in order to help persuade the misguided X-Philes of the world to realize their error.
PENNI: [storming in, with hir cape torn in several places] Hey hey!
ME: Hi Penni. You having problems? None of the prisoners want facials or Tupperware?
PENNI: Quiet, or I'll give *you* a facial!
ME: [whispering to Sami] That was a *threat*? [Penni didn't hear]
HAM: What's the matter, Penni? You seem a little more belligerent than normal. I mean, that is to say, you're not quite your usual, sweet, loving, giving self this evening.
PENNI: Those stupid bat-loving Perry-Como-hating Pez-eating
clone-mistreating LABB mice escaped!
HAM and OZ and ME and SAMI and PENWYN: *gasp* Escaped?!
PENNI: Yes! And it's all that RJ's fault! *pout* I need a good cry!
OZ: [looking down] And you got it all over my tube top!
PENNI: Go throw it in the hamper/Martinizer.
OZ: Okay. [leaves]
PENNI: [calling out] Well, bring him in!
PENWYN: Is he okay? Ack!
SAMI: Did you hurt him?!
ME: He's not...dead...is he?
PENNI: I don't know. Who can tell, with these silly non-clone bodies of yours!
ME: But your bodies are just like ours, Penni. At least...I *think* they are... [wondering about their crossdressing tendencies] Maybe I shouldn't go there.
PENNI: [looking at me with a furious expression] We are NOT the same as you stupid bat-loving Perry-Como-hating Pez-eating...
ME: Okay, okay, I get the picture!
PENNI: ...we are *superior* to you!
ME: Whatever you say!
PENNI: And don't you forget it, or - BATS!!! BATS!!!
PENNI: I want him put in the cell with Penwyn. Go! Now! [snaps fingers]
PENWYN: [worriedly] And if he's alive?
PENNI: [thinking] If he's alive...then *I* shall deal with him.
SAMI and ME: *gasp*!
PENWYN: Oh, wait, maybe if I move his shirt collar out of the way...
SAMI and ME: *letting out a slight sigh of relief*
PENWYN: There, that's better...okay...Ah! He's
Date: Wed, 24 Sep 1997 02:07:45 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: (LABB) In - ter - net?
Abree
Abree's non-asterisk-asterisk-percent-sign-number-symbol-exclamation-point clone.
(She also wanted me to tell you that my e-mail is Pendrell/Krycek shipper friendly, whatever the Doof that means)
Date: Wed, 24 Sep 1997 18:14:45 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: LABB: NEWs & NOTEs!!
Date: Wed, 24 Sep 1997 22:37:46 +0100
Subject: LABB - adios, for now....
Anna: "What the Doof...?"
Will: "Many of the American Pez loving, Perry como hating labmice and clones have escaped so the almighty Penni has decreed that UK clones should take revenge.
Anna: "What the Doof? How did he/she contact you?"
Will: "We were sent these bats holding a secret message:: brings out a model bat and shakes it. Suddenly a projection of penni appears on the wall::
Anna: "Oh my God"
Will: " So now you're my prisoner, I'm taking you to our
leader" :::Will grabs Anna who desperately clings to her computer keyboard::
Anna: No...ahjdhahj help, but I like Cherry Pomo, I mean
Perry.......... ahhhjahjdhlhshkmlxibxz .nxgj vm.,s bbfxhgk!!!!!!!!!bgjkd
hvbxkjnfsdgdmbncbmmnhghjo jdf bn;km. Xnfgvbmn ,drjgkl;,weskgbchbg v
H.......e.........l..........ppsdbf mg<gZXCBVCVNBDSUGHBJhhslajfweh
--
Anna
Date: Wed, 24 Sep 1997 21:46:47 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: [LABB] Scary Undertakers Expire
SAMI and ME: *gasp*!
PENWYN: Oh, wait, maybe if I move his shirt collar out of the way...
SAMI and ME: *letting out a slight sigh of relief*
PENWYN: There, that's better...okay...Ah! He's )
SAMI and ME: A what?!
PENWYN: Y'know, mannequin, plastic dummy-type thing, usually used to model clothing...
ME: Yeah, we know what they are - but why is there one in your cell?
PENWYN: [cutting hir off] Why is there a mannequin in my cell?
PENNI: [breaking off hir sentence] A what? Huh? I don't know what you're talking about!
PENWYN: There. Is. A. Mannequin. In. My. Cell.
PENNI: That's not a mannequin, it's a genuine bona-fide all-natural Pez-loving unconscious RJ!
PENWYN: Then why is he so stiff?
PENNI: Oops, did I say unconscious? I meant dead. For days.
ME: But he just came through here yesterday! *Alive!*
PENWYN: Yeah, and why is his skin so plasticky?
PENNI: Er...did I say genuine bona-fide? I meant clone. All-natural Pez-loving dead RJ clone. Do you want a facial?
SAMI: Yes please.
PENNI: Well, too bad! I don't give facials to *bat* sympathizers!
Date: Thu, 25 Sep 1997 19:56:46 -0500 (CDT)
Subject: <LABB> The porpois is saying goodbye goooodbyyyyyeeee
Date: Fri, 26 Sep 1997 08:08:56 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: {{{LABB}}} I haven't seen "synosnymnymm" in the header for a LONG time
Date: Fri, 26 Sep 1997 08:35:26 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: (LABB) ...eat Pez. But then one day, the evil Squeakers met the great Penni...
EnCat: Oh, be quiet, this is just a trick! You don't really--
Me: AND THE ELVES!!! MAKE THEM STOP!!! AND HAIL CC AND THE BEST BRAINS!!
EnCat: Now, wait a minute! How do you know it's for real? You can't trust a former pez lover like her!
Penni: Oh, yes. Of course not. I was getting to that!
*Sigh* Doesn't that figure. No one is swayed by my beautiful speech on Hanson. No one UNDERSTANDS!! Excuse me a sec.
Penni: WHAT?? You heathen! Perry Como--
Me: IS THE KING OF ALL MUSIC!! I GROVEL AT HIS FEET! I KISS HIS SHOELACES!! But, you just gotta listen to this.
Penni: Guys? Hey, these are *my* kinda *guys*! :::::plays Hanson song again::::: I like this! ::::plays it again::::: Cool! ::::::picks up computer, starts carrying it all around::::
Me: Um, Penni! PENNI! I need that to finish my letter to the Pez lovers, but you can go into Wal-Mart and buy their tape! Then you can have the *whole* song, plus *others* by them! Won't that be great?
Penni: Wow...
Perry Como Lover
Pez Hater
Bat Hater
Mini Vacuum Cleaner Wielder
Date: Fri, 26 Sep 1997 16:35:21 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: (LABB) Warming up to a remix of the XF theme during gym is no fun!
Date: Fri, 26 Sep 1997 20:04:52 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: (LABB) ...who showed him the light. Heshe also showed Penni that the Hansons...
Ohhh, I'm so sorry! Peter, come here real quick ... :::::holds out fortune cookie::::: Look! Yummy! And while you're eating that, come talk to Penni...
Thank you!! (((((ENCAT))))) It's nice to feel wanted. And what the heck. ((((PENNI)))) *sniff* You guys have been so good to me these past, er, 24 hours.
Defender of the Comoian Philosophy
Date: Fri, 26 Sep 1997 21:16:16 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: [LABB] Baby Rutabagas Improvise New Songs On Nannies
ME: What is it, Sami?
SAMI: Why don't you just give up! You'd be much better off with us. They treat me really well, and I don't have to eat that awful Pez any more. Or the gruel, which while yucky, was nowhere NEAR the disgust level of the Pez.
ME: [really playing it up] You're a TRAITOR, Sami, a TRAITOR to your kind! I thought you were one of us! I thought you *liked* Pez! But no, now I find out that ALL ALONG you really liked Perry Como!!! [sobbing]
SAMI: Oh, hush up!
ENCAT: Wow...
NICK: They... *swallows* ...left me in that other storage locker...all this time...
ME: They fed you, I hope.
NICK: Yeah. Just gruel. But it was awfully lonely in there. I hear the others got rescued?
ME: *nodding* Uh-huh.
NICK: Bummer.
ME: Why'd they let you out?
NICK: I dunno, EnCat said something about Penni wanting my services for an upcoming episode of Good Morning LABBVille.
ME: Public executions, probably...
ENCAT: Quiet, you!
PENNI: [pushing her] You have to stay in this cell until you agree to pledge your allegiance to the great Perry Como!
MME B: No! Ah weel not go!
PENNI: *Yes* [push] you *must* [push], dearie! Until you forswear all contact with Pez!
MME B: Pez?! Eet eez stupid American candy! Ah deespize eet!
ENCAT: Actually it's German. PfeffErminZ, peppermint, the
original flavor. Not that I ever tried it, or liked it, or anything.
MME B: Eet does not matter! Ah curse you all!
PENNI: *melodramatic gasp*
MME B: Oui! Ah curse you to a lifetime supply of Pez, et bats!
PENNI: Well, that isn't very nice! See if we remember *you* after we take over the radio station, play 24 hours a day Perry Como and become famous! Humph!
Date: Sat, 27 Sep 1997 20:56:49 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: (LABB) Used to be different, now you're the same [this is a weird letter]
Evil labmouse (((SAMI)))
Date: Sat, 27 Sep 1997 20:59:51 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: (LABB)
<< Well, anyway - I rather like this Hanson stuff. That's mainly because it's replaced the 24-hour-a-day marathon of "Hall of Heads" and "You'll Miss Me" that I had to endure before. I'll even take Perry Como over that stuff! >>
You've seen the light!! Well, I may just have to try harder to convince you to join our league! It's really fun ... Penni and I sat around half the day today, discussing shades of lipstick ...
Evil Labmouse
Date: Sat, 27 Sep 1997 21:37:59 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: [LABB] Neuroses Are Neverending
MME B: Be quiet, or ah weel eenfleect upon you ze curse of rotten cashews!
TRILL: Yeah! What she said!
NICK: I'll say! Do you know, the critics panned Good Morning LABBVille?
ME: Never!
NICK: It's true! Ask Penni!
ME: No thanks...heshe will try to convert me.
PENNI: [running over] Hmmm? Did I hear someone say "convert"? [looks at me hopefully]
ME: Actually, Penni...I'd rather talk to EnCat about it.
PENNI: Oh...okay...EnCat, honey! Carson wants to talk to you!
NICK: [whispering] You're not serious!
ME: [whispering back] Serious? Of course not!
ENCAT: [coming over] Yay, yay, a third evil lab mouse! I knew we'd get you!
ME: Hang about, EnCat! I'm not ready *yet*. I want to talk to you about it.
ENCAT: [looking at her outfit] You don't *like* it?
ME: I'd rather have a kilt.
ENCAT: You can't have a kilt! Those are only for genetic icons!
ME: Well, they tried to give me one when we were first put in here!
ENCAT: Yeah, that was a mistake. I guess you can wear whatever you want, as long as it's weird-looking.
ODIE: No, Carson, don't do it!
PENWYN: Take the mannequin, not Carson!
ME: [ignoring them] Next question. What would I *do*?
ENCAT: [thinks about this] Uh...I'm not sure...Sami, what openings do we have?
ME: Wrong answer! Too bad, lost your chance. I need more time to think about it.
ENCAT: That'll teach you!
TRILL: Hmmm...that's *much* better than a lecture on "El Mundo Gira".
Date: Mon, 29 Sep 1997 22:14:25 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: [LABB] Terrifying Radioactive Isotopes Leak Languidly Into Argentinian Neighborhoods
NICK: Watch out...that trowel handle might come back up...
VOICE: Carson? I hope that's you...
ME: *Janet*?!
JANET: Yes! I was afraid I'd tunneled into the corridor.
ME: No, no, you hit it perfectly - uh - where *are* you?
JANET: I'm in the cellar underneath the detention center. It really smells down here.
NICK: Who's Janet? She hasn't been on the show yet, has she?
ME: I don't think so, no - she's another LABB member. She's the assistant to the official -
JANET: [pushing a cup up through the little hole] Doof cappuccino maker!
ME: [taking the cup] You brought the cappuccino machine with you?!
JANET: Yup, Mel loaned it to me. I thought y'all could probably use some refreshment.
ME: Yummy! [takes a sip, then hacks] How...haaaaa...how much Doof did you put *in* this?!
JANET: Five parts Doof to one part cappuccino.
ME: Fnark!
JANET: That about sums it up, yeah. Here, give this one to Nick. [passes another one up]
NICK: [taking it, and sipping] Whooooooooooooo!
JANET: I gotta go visit the other cells. Be back in a bit!
JANET: Shhhh, Madame Boing. It's only me!
MME B: Who eez you?
JANET: Janet! Assistant to the Official Doof Cappuccino Maker! Here! [passes up a cup]
MME B: [sips, then spits it out violently] Bleah! What eez zis 'orrible stuff? Eet makes me seeck! Ah weel not dreenk eet!
JANET: Oh dear - I forgot to put in the Doof!
MME B: [reluctantly sipping] WOW! Zis eez GOOD! Give me more, s'il vous plaît! Maintenant!
JANET: Ack! - I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying!
> Hades
> >>>>>>Any hoo, since Fee is in bed, she asked me to write to you all and
> tell you that she's sorry for not replying to all and that she will as
> soon as she can.<<<<<<
> I hope you get better soon......or else I'll have to send some Mdm
> Boiing remedies over your way : )
Date: Mon, 29 Sep 1997 23:04:46 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: (LABB) Background music to today's letter: Middle of Nowhere by Hanson!!!
<< Sami! Look! I'm eating...Pez!!! *pops a lemon one into his mouth* Mmmm...they're goooood... :9 >>
Yuck! Double yuck! Lemon *and* pez!! Triple quadruple yuck! (Wow, that's 12 yucks! Plus the yuck and double yuck!) Sheesh. I may just have to tell Penni about this, but lucky for you, I'm in a forgiving mood, and besides, I subjected you to insane ramblings and you sat through it, so I'll let it pass
... (At least, I'm assuming you sat through it ... <g>)
<< I have a question for the clone corral people, can clones get sick, 'cause I have the sniffles and a sore throat. What do we take? Pez-flavoured cough syrup? does anyone know? >>
NO!!! DON'T DO IT!!! DOWN WITH PEZ!!! EVIL, EVIL PEZ!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Date: Mon, 29 Sep 1997 23:10:03 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: (LABB) Pant...wheeze...I ain't dead!
Space Monkey: Rarr rarr! Rarrrrrrr!
Indy: Who are you? An imperial spy?
Me: Uh, no. I'm a prisoner of the clones.
Indy: Clones? Lord Vader is *cloning*? I can't believe it..
Me: Uh...scuse me? I'm talking about Penni. And Brian. Y'know, the clones.
Space Monkey: Rarr rarrrrr rarrrrr!
Indy: No, he doesn't look like an imperial spy, Chewy. I think he's just nuts.
Space Monkey: Rarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Indy: No, I will not scratch your back. Hey kid, what did you say? Clones? What the hell is a clone?
Me: Y'know, a clone. From the clone corral.
Indy: Yeah, okay. Kid, you been eating too much of your cell? Your mind is kinda whacked..
Me: Well, yeah...hey! I'm fine!
Space Monkey: Rar rar raarrrrrrrr! Rarrrr!
Indy: Haha, he is kinda funny looking, isn't he?
Me: Hey! Are you disrespectin me? You sucked in Mosquito Coast!
Indy: All right, that's it. You can diss The Devil's Own, you can diss my little cameo in Apocalypse Now...but you cannot diss Mosquito Coast. Let's take this outside!
Me: Okay!
Me: Don't you wanna go outside?
Indy: But that's outer space!
Me: No it's not! It's a sound studio!
Indy: What? No, that's not true!
Space monkey: Rarrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Indy: Not you too! Oh phooey...well, yeah, let's go outside.
Me: Glad you agree. After you.
Indy: Thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.....
