item: 28 
subj: fine, ya had yer chance 
from: Flipper
to  : Now Pays Yer Money.
on  : Tue 23-Aug-1994 10:28p

The doctor parked in front of his basement lab, and got out of the car,
motioning Flipper to follow.

Flipper and Carolina got out. Carolina continued fussing happily and crying
slightly, and Flipper was still red with embarrassment, though noticeably very
happy. He was also a bit curious, and wondered if maybe he should have put off
giving her the ring until this experiment, whatever it was, was over.

He glanced at her face, and his smile broadened. She'd taken him forever. No,
it was right that he didn't put it off. As soon as he was done here, they
could go back home and celebrate. He had stashed a bottle of expensive
champagne away, where Carolina wouldn't see it, so they could celebrate if she
said yes. Then they had plans to make. Plans for their normal future together.

     * * *

Carolina was thrilled. She was so happy she couldn't contain herself. Flipper
had actually proposed, and given her a ring! With things settling down to be
normal, they could settle down and have a family.

The thought of a baby Flipper made her feel very happy and motherly. 'He'd be
so cute!' she thought. She gave Flipper another loving hug and kiss.

"Hurry up with this, so we can go home!" she said.

     * * *

"Please step onto this platform, Mr Dolphin," said Dr Revlis, indicating the
metallic disc in the floor. He adjusted the ceiling disc's height so Flipper
could stand between them, and absently brushed some ash off with his foot.

Flipper stood on the disc, thinking about how much it looked like Star Trek
had invaded Dr. Frankenstein's lab. "What exactly will this do?" he asked.

The doctor threw some switches, and the rising hum of high-voltage capacitors
filled the room. Flipper motioned Carolina back a bit, and she backed off,
looking somewhat concerned.

"Eh?" asked the doctor. "Oh, yes, yes... this will transverse your being
across interdimensional space. This time all my caluclations work out, you
SHOULD make it!"

"SHOULD?" repeated Carolina. "What if he doesn't?"

"Here goes nothing," commented the doctor, throwing the final switch.

"Now wait a min..." began Flipper. Suddenly bright lightening arced between
the discs, encircling Flipper's body. They increased in number and intensity,
until a solid cage of electricity circled him.

"TURN IT OFF!" screamed Carolina, lurching forward.

"No, wait! It's working! It's ACTUALLY WORKING!" screamed the doctor. He
blocked Carolina's attempt to reach the control box. "LOOK!"

Carolina turned back to the discs, to see the lightening beginning to reduce.
It ended quickly, leaving Flipper standing there, with a few soot marks on
him. He raised a flipper, as if to speak, then fell forward off the disc.

"FLIPPER!" screamed Carolina, running forward, and rolling him over. "Are you
all right!?"

Flipper half-opened an eye, then moaned and closed it again.

"We're leaving!" stated Carolina to the doctor. She lifted Flipper up as best
she could. "I'm taking him to the hospital!"

She left the basement, carrying Flipper, somewhat awkwardly.

The doctor barely noticed her go.

It didn't work.

He couldn't believe it.

All his effort. All his experiments. He was so sure this time.

It didn't work.

The formulae were correct. It MUST have worked.

It didn't work.

'I really AM crazy,' thought Dr Revlis to himself. 'Only a CRAZY man would
believe in trans-dimentional transversion!'

"FOOL!" he yelled at himself. "CRAZY FOOL!"

He called the hospital, and asked them to come pick him up, as he was start
raving mad, and probably a menance to society, to boot. He wouldn't be
surprised, he told them, if he next picked up a fully-automatic rifle, and
started shooting pink plastic lawn flamingos.

The nurse promised somebody would be there quickly.

Dr Revlis sat down in a corner in his basement, and dumped the mouse ashes
over his body. Then he stuck his thumbs into his ears, and began to sing to
himself, a song he'd heard a long time ago.

"They're coming to take me away, ha-ha! They're coming to take me away, ho-ho,
hee-hee, ha ha!"

He repeated the two lines over and over. By the third time, he was right into
the 'ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-ha' part, sounding for the most part the raving
lunatic he believed he was.
 

item: 29 
subj: okee dokee pokee 
from: Flipper
to  : Sleep. Sleep Good.
on  : Tue 23-Aug-1994 10:51p

It became readily apparent to Flipper that he was no longer in a basement
laboratory.

He was seated in a large throne. The throne was built so as to accodate his
dorsal fin easily and comfortably. There were dolphins, like himself, standing
on either side of the throne, holding large spears and wearing armour. They
were looking straight ahead. There were other, richly dressed dolphins,
walking about a large room in front of him. There were five beautiful, female
dolphins, in seductive clothing, just a few feet off to the side of the
throne, watching him and batting their eyes seductively. In front of him, face
lowered, and trembling slightly, was a pretty young female dolphin in somewhat
ragged clothing.

Flipper found himself dressed in a very rich, ornate robe. He felt very regal,
but felt pity for the trembling young female before him.

Though confused, Flipper got the impression that he was in charge. He stood
up.

Instantly everyone in the room turned to face him, except the guards, who
merely jumped slightly.

Flipper gazed curiously at the other dolphins. None would meet his gaze. He
turned back to the poorly dressed one.

"Stand up," he said.

She was instantly standing, still gazing slightly downward.

"Look at me!" he said, confused.

She slowly turned her face upwards, and looked him in the eye. Flipper saw
fear and confusion. He wondered what to do next.

     * * *

Carolina managed to start the pinto, and drove off quickly, hoping Flipper
would be all right. What a terrible thing to do! She couldn't believe this
happened on her engagement night!

Flipper moaned slightly. "Attendant!" he grunted.

Carolina quickly stopped and turned to him. "Flipper! Are you all right! I'm
taking you to a doctor!"

"No!" uttered Flipper. "I am fine. Return me to my home, or I'll have you
executed."

His voice seemed rather rough to Carolina, but she attributed that to the
lightning. "I'll take you home," she said, giving him a quick kiss.

"Where are my clothes?" asked Flipper, weakly, as they drove home. Then he
passed out again.

item: 30 
subj: the eagle flies at dawn 
from: Captain C
to  : Crows Swim North
on  : Wed 24-Aug-1994  1:24a

     Smith sat down on a park bench. He had lost the man who grabbed his stuff
and had no hope of finding him on his own. Luckly, He had called an old friend
from the agency and had agreed to meet him in the park. so he sat and waited.
Within minutes a man sat down beside him and said,"Greeninks Smith,"
    Smith turned around and saw his friend sitting there on the bench with
him. "Hello jones,"Smith said, "How are you?"
    "Nob bad," Jones replied in an oddly nasal voice.
    "Good god," Smith excaimed looking at Jones face, "What happened to your
nose?"
    "Sub lunatic tuuk it on myb last missink," Jones replied, somewhat annoyed
that Smith had been the twentieth person today to ask that question, "Do youb
want the info or nob?"
    "Of course I want it," Smith exclaimed, eager to get back on the
trail,"What do you have?"
    "The man that took your stubb was a member of the Giovabbii clan. they are
based here in this ciby and have quibe an empire. Gebbing your stubb back
won'b be easy."
   "Just hand me the files and I'll be on my way, Smith said.
   Smith was given the files and he and jones departed without saying a word
other than a nose comment that drove jones to near maniac status. As smith
looked throught the files, he concluded that he would need some gadgets that
he still had to pull this caper off. Quickly he ran back to the shop and
grabbed his suitcases. Ripping them open, he removed a secret panal and viewed
his gadgets. He grabbed a wrist mounted stun gun fully charged, a bulletproof
jacket, a backpack, a mini grappling hook that supported up to 200 pounds and
night goggles. with these taken he set off to find the base of Ginovannii.
First stop would be all of the bars that he new criminals hung out at. He only
hoped that he would remember his martial arts traing if he needed it. There
was nothing threatning about a 5'10" man weighing about 130. and if he
couldn't reason, things might get ugly. He was packed and ready, , and as he
left he hoped the gun of immense whatever would backfire on whoever used it.
 

item: 31 
subj: bringing it back together 
from: Flipper
to  : Soon.
on  : Mon 29-Aug-1994  9:04p

The men in the white did indeed pick up Dr. Revlis, finding him laughing
manically in a corner of his dirty basement, covered with ashes. They put the
strait jacket on him (a task he willingly help with), and climbed into the
padded back of the truck, where he was locked in, all the while still singing
'They're coming to take me away, ha ha!'

Once the ride began, however, he suddenly realized it didn't make sense
anymore. He tried a variation.

"they're now taking me away, ha ha!
 They're now taking me away, ho ho!"

He shook his head. It didn't work. 'Maybe,' he thought, 'a different tune is
required.' He began to sing again.

"Oh give me a farm,
 Where I'll do no harm,
 Where the men,
 In white suits are so close.
 Where seldom is heard,
 An intelligent word,
 And the basket-
 Weavers twiddle their toes."

'No, no. That's not it.' He tried another, attempting to strike a disco pose
(made impossible by the straight jacket and the movement of the van).

"Take me away!
 Take me away!
 Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
 Take me away!
 TaKe me away!
 Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
 Take me awaaaaaaaayyyy,
 Awaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy,
 Away!"

'No, no, no..' he moaned, falling down and bouncing awkwardly off the walls.

He sighed, and sat down in a corner of the van. It seemed he wasn't much good
at writing songs, either. Given the current state of music, he'd assumed
insanity was a prerequisite to song writing.

     * * *

Carolina was somewhat concerned. Flipper didn't seem to be doing very well
after that accident. She sat at the kitchen table, pondering what was going
on.

She looked at the ring Flipper had given her, and turned it idly over, looking
at it from every side. It meant so much to her. And now...

Flipper would be ok. He was probably just stunned. His voice only seemed
harsher because of the lightening. He should be waking up any time now, in
fact.

She smiled, feeling her love for him flow through her body. She stood up to go
check on him.

"WOMAN!" roared a rough version of Flipper's voice from the bedroom. Carolina
stood, slightly frightened. That was not Flipper's voice. Close, but too
rough, and too harsh. Even on the Nymph he hadn't sounded like that. He
sounded... mean.

She shook her head, and went into the bedroom to see for herself that
everything was fine.

     * * *

"What's wrong," asked Flipper. "Why do you look so scared?"

The female quickly averted her gaze to the floor again. "My apologies, my
lord. I humbly await your noble decision."

Flipper blinked in confusion. "Decision on what?" he asked. "What did you ask
me?"

"I ask nothing of you, my lord. I want only to do what you want me to do."

Flipper shook his head. He sat back down, and whispered to one of the guards.

"What's going on here?" he asked.

"The maiden is here for consideration for the harem, my lord," whispered the
guard back, not moving anything save his mouth.

"Harem?" whispered Flipper back.

"Yes, my lord," replied the guard.

Flipper tilted his head in confusion. 'I have a harem?' he thought to himself.
'I don't think that device had much to do with aero-hydro-dynamics.'

"Uh," he said, gathering his thoughts. "I will make my decision LATER." He
tried to sound commanding. "Guards, lead me to my room. I wish to think."

"Yes, my lord," replied the guards in unison, turning to take up a position on
either side of him. Another guard from the side of the room went up to the
young female in the center, and began roughly escorting her out of the room.

"Hey!" yelled Flipper. Everyone stopped to look at him. "Uh, lead her out more
gently, will you?"

The guard appeared confused. But he replied instantly, "Yes, my lord!"

Flipper turned and followed his personal guards out of the room, trying to
make sense of everything.

item: 32 
subj: J. travola he ain't. 
from: Flipper
to  : Not A Bad Thing, Tho
on  : Mon 29-Aug-1994  9:20p

Dr. Revlis amired the white cleansiness of the sanitarium as he was being led
down it's halls. Every so often they passed a doctor, nurse, or patient
heading the other way. Every time, Dr. Revlis greeted them with, "How do you
do. I'm Dr Revlis, and I'm quite mad. They've come to take me away, ha ha."

"Did I mention I was insane, too?" he asked one of his escorts. The man
grunted.

Finally, they reached his room. "Hey bud," called one of the guards through
the window. We got a playmate for you."

There was no response from inside, and the guards opened the door and shoved
the doctor in. They quickly closed and bolted the door behind him.

"Dr. Revlis, meet your new friend, Mr. Mitchell. 'Fraid he don't talk much,
though. Good luck."

The window on the door slid shut, and the doctor took in his new surroundings.

The room was white, and the walls lightly padded. There were two matresses,
both stacked up on one side of the room to make one bed. There were water
stains on the padded floor, mostly around the mattress.

There was a man, in the center of the room, hastily scribbing on a piece of
paper with crayons. Parts of his white clothing had apparently been colour
black with crayon. The crayons were quite short, having been used a lot.
Looking closer, the doctor noticed that of all the crayons near the man, only
the red, white, blue and black crayons were worn down.

Then he noticed the pictures on every wall. Childish crayon scrawlings, for
the most part, all depicting a black and white figure performing evil and
bloody acts to humanoid stick-figures. One showed the creature lopping off a
head, another ripped the stick figure in two. There were ripped off limbs, one
where the creature had huge pointed teeth, and was biting many people.

The doctor began to get concerned.

"DONE!" cheered the man. He jumped to his feet, causing the doctor to back off
some. The man licked the back of the paper, then stuck it to a clear part of
the wall. He ran back to the middle of the room, and started another one.

The doctor carefully approached this new work of art, and looked at it. It
showed the black and white creature jumping on the head of a prone stick
figure, squashing the head. Much blood, and what appeared to be eyeballs flew
from the head.

"uhhh..." said the doctor. The man looked up.

"HEY!" he yelled. "Who are you, and why are you here?"

The doctor ran towards the door. Unable to free his arms from the straight
jacket, he hurled his body repeatedly at the door. "Help!" he yelled. "This
guy's crazy! Let me out of here!"

Wayne Mitchell's eyes narrowed. "You're one of THEM, aren't you?" The doctor
turned around, cautiously.

"WHALE KILLER!" roared Wayne, leaping at the doctor.

item: 33 
subj: lalalala 
from: Captain C
on  : Fri  2-Sep-1994 11:14p

    The info on the mafia had paid off for Smith as it had given him some
knowledge of where he should go and how he should actm if he intende to go
undercover to retrieve his most prized possesion, his gun of immense things.
He walked into a stingy bar wearing a dirty turtleneck sweater and chordroid
pants, A small bowler and he sported an eyepatch. He sat in a tiny booth at
the Davy Jones locker pub hat was located on the Warf. According to his
information There was a man here by the name of Tiny, That could give him some
advice to how he could get his Gun back. As he waited, he decided to review
Tiny's file to see what he was dealing with. The record sheet was very long,
and was mostly of neglecting authority, and Assalt and battery. Smith decided
that he should deal with this with delicacy as to not causetoo much trouble.
     "Are you Smith?" A gruff voice asked, snapping Smith out of his
concentration.
    Smith turned around and looked at a small man eye to eye. This man was the
same height as smith was sitting down.
     "Your Tiny, I presume,"
     "Right," Tiny said, as he sat down in the booth, "Have you waited long?"
     "No," Smith replied, "I've only been here a short while."
    Tiny felt a tinge of anger as the word short was mentioned. but he kept
his cool. "after all," he reasoned, "We never met before and he doesn't know
about how much I hate it when people do that kind of stuff.
     "So what did you want to know?" Tiny asked in the same gruff voice.
     "I only need to know a little bit of information on how to get my gun
back." Smith answered wondering if Tiny's face was always this red.
     " The firt thing you need to know is where they are keeping the gun and
What they plan to do with it. I have the address, here." Tiny said slipping a
piece of paper to Smith.
     Smith tried to read it and was unable, due to the small writing and when
he mentioned it, Tiny seemed to change to a darker shade of red.
     "So when are you thinking of doing it?" Tiny asked, keeping his cool.
     "Soon," replied Smith, "There is so much they could have done in so
little time."
     "What else do you need?" Asked Tiny whose voice was becoming more
hostile.
     "Well can you pay for my Drink?" Smith asked, "I'm a bit short."
     That's it! I've had it!" Tiny exploded,"I can't stand those little jokes
you were making! You think i don't know how short i am? You thibnk I don't
have feelings? Well I have news for you mister, That's the last time somebody
does that to me!"
    Smith, who had no idea what he had done was caught totally offgaurd as
tiny grabbed him and threw out of the bar. The pain set in quickly as He
picked himself off the ground,and walk off to the workshop to rest. Tomorrow
he would continue.

item: 34 
subj: hey! someone else gonna write? 
from: Captain C
on  : Sun 11-Sep-1994  3:01a


        Smith Made it back to the workshop and the site he saw made his jaw
dropped. The entire workshop was now just the smoldering remains of what once
stood there. All of Smith's gadgets that he had left were gone. All of his
clothes were gone. All of his money was gone. Smith felt a little tinge in his
head as he began to lose all rational thought. He picked his jaw up and
started waving his hands in the air and started to scream obcenities at the
night sky. Of course doing this kind of behavoir usally attracts the certain
attention of a man, who would be best described as a police officer. The
Police Officer walked up and stood behind Smith as he began to rant and
scream.
        "Those bastards!" Smith bellowed, "those bloddy bastards!"
        The officer looked at smith then at the remains of the workshop,
"Which bastards are you talking about?" he asked without Identifying himself.
        "The ones who burned down the place where I sleep, and work," Smith
ranted on, not acknowledging who was behind him.
        "You slept at the place of buisness?" The officer asked hoping he
would have an excuse to keep his quota of tickets up.
        "Yes, and they burned it to the ground! Now I have no money, No job,
No clothes, I'll kill them!
        the officer began to smile. He could forget about the ticket because
this wasn't just an offender, He was now by the law a vagrant, uttering death
threats. "So you'll just kill whoever, and not even give them a chance? just a
wham bam your dead man?" The officer asked hoping for the right answer.
        Smith's brain was trying to tell him to calm down but, the rage about
what Giovanni's men had done to his shop was too much. "They tink this can
make me back down and stop searching do they?" Smith bellowed, "Well I'll show
them! I'll make them wish they never tried to mess with me!Why I oughtta..."
Smith was at a lost for words.
        "Murder them?" The officer asked.
        "Yah yah, I'll murder them!" Smith agreed, not knowing who he was
talking to, "and then I'll... uh.. I'll..."
        "Chop them up?" chmed the officer.
        "Yah, I'll chop them up,"Smith said, then after a brief pause he
added, "I'll chop them into itty bitty pieces!
        Oh yes this is a pycho we have here, the officer thought. Taking
downtown would be the thing to do. Smith turned around to see who he was
talking to, His face turned white as he reconized the police uniform and a
pair of handcuffs were applied to his wrists. Before he was pushed in the car
though, he broke free of the officer's grasp and started to run down the
street. The officer called for bacvkup and shot after him but the headstart
was too much. Smith hid in the shadows until daybreak and started to walk down
allyways as to not be spotted. Now he had no place to go to and he was tired.
He needed money from somewhere, and the best way to do that he felt was to go
undercover and try to get in with Giovanni's men. He went to the Locale thrift
store and stole a cheaped dark grey pinstriped suit and fedora. He got dressed
and discovered that this was a task most difficult to do when handcuffed.
Luckily the thrift store had handcuff keys sso he stole them as well. When he
was dressed he looked like a bad representation of one of Giovanni's men
except skinnyer. Smith grabbed all that he had with him and shoved them into
various pockets and headed for the seedyest part of town. 
        When Smith arrived to the bad part of town he seemed tofit in quite
well and noone noticed him. He was feeling real confident until he hit
something that felt like a brick wall, Which he bounced off and fell to the
ground. He looked up to see a very large man in a tacky brown trenchcoat,
accompanied with a women who not as tall looked very muscular. Arter a closer
look Smith saw Something that looked like a sword behind the man's back. Not
wanting to cause trouble Smith picked himself off the ground and started
apologizing to the big man, who had just glared at him semmingly lost in his
own thoughts.

item: 35 
subj: when the raindrops fall down 
from: Flipper
to  : Damned Fire Alarms
on  : Fri 16-Sep-1994 11:21p

Dr. Revlis felt a little safer once the guards came and removed Wayne from his
throat. They removed his straightjacket and put it on Wayne, and suggested the
two of them try to get along.

The doctor had tried. He offered to draw for Wayne, since Wayne was protesting
angrily that he couldn't draw with his arms tied. But the doctor couldn't seem
to draw the black and white character, which he learned was a killer whale, to
Wayne's liking, and Wayne eventually chased him around the room, kicking
wildly, for several minutes before collapsing in a corner and glaring darkly
at him.

Dr. Revlis decided that he wasn't crazy enough to live the rest of his life
with this lunatic, and made plans to escape.

     * * *

Carolina entered the bedroom, moving quietly to the bed where Flipper lay.

"You called?" she asked. "How are you feeling?"

With lightning speed Flipper reached up and grabbed her, pulling her face
close to his. Carolina looked into his eyes and realized that she was not
looking at Flipper.

"Where am I, wench?" he growled. "How dare you kidnap and try to seduce me,
Lord Fliporous of the Eighth Realm? I shall have your tail on a platter for
this."

Carolina's eyes were wide with fright, as she struggled to free herself from
the stranger in her bed.

"Where am I?" repeated Fliporous, his eyes nearly glowing with anger.

     * * *

The real Flipper, meanwhile, gazed around the luxurious surroundings that made
up his room. The walls were lied with tapestries, beautifully woven with
pictures of dolphins in armour doing battle, or just posing. They appeared to
be nobles.

He admired the huge bed in the middle of the room, easily a double-king-size,
complete with posts and a canopy. Touching it, he found it very soft.

He went over to the window and gazed outward, then noticed a balcony beside
it. He strode out onto the balcony and looked down.

Workers in the huge courtyard immediately dropped their tools and stood at
attention, facing him. Disconcerted, he waved them on to their work, and they
continued, at a somewhat slower, more cautious pace.

Out to the horizon he could see homes and fields. Large ponds dotted every
field, and he wondered just what was being grown. This got him thinking about
his situation.

Unusual though it was, it didn't seem to throw him off stride much. At least
it seemed to be a good thing this time. He guessed he was a ruler of this huge
land. He suspected that he wasn't a very nice ruler, either. He decided to
play along until he knew exactly what had happened.

item: 36 
subj: here we go 
from: Captain C
on  : Fri 23-Sep-1994 10:57p

        Smith sat at the end of the bar waiting for a chance to notice any of
Giovanni's men, perchance that they would show up. After a night of waiting
and alot of drinks though, it was obvious that he had wasted this night. He
grabbed his coat and stumbled out the door. Smith was about to head home, when
he had relized that he had no home to go to. He looked back at the bar and
could hear a tiny voice in his head urging him to back into the bar. He agreed
withthe voice and went back in and sat down, to order another drink. 
        
********************************

        "Hey buddy, The bar is closing." The bartender shouted, "I would
appreciate it if you would take your drunken body elsewhere."
        "OK OK, maybe i should," Smalljaw slurred. He got up from a tiny stool
that he had passed out on and stumbled his way to the exit of the bar. The air
outside reacted very badly with Smalljaw's stomache and he felt the urge to
throw up. Smalljaw fought off the urge,and made it to a phone booth where he
began to pass out again. Suddenly there was a tapping n the booth that caught
smalljaw's attention. he turned to look and saw a little man with no teeth
screaming about how Smalljaw should get out of his home. Smalljaw laughed and
passed out.
        When he awoke he found that he was dragged out of the phone booth and
layed out on the street. he turned around and saw the old man in the booth.
        "I was sleeping there." Smalljaw said trying to ignore the poundng in
his head.
        "Go away, I was here first," The man snapped back. "If you want me
gone you'll have to throw me out."
        Smalljaw tried to think about this for a moment. He was in a foreign
land, and his father had always told him to be diplomatic about these kind of
things. So here he was. two people, one phonebooth. this was just a problem of
no co-operation. When he and his brother would not co-operate their father
would destroy whatever they were fighting over. He learned that if it can't be
shared the you may as well destroy it. He picked up the phonebooth and carried
it over to the wharf. The man inside was screaming to be let out but his
screams were in vain as Smalljaw threw the phone booth into the water.
        "Help!" the old man screamed," I can't open the doors! I can't swim! I
have a twisted ankle! Ihave a cramp! I have a blub blub blub blub...."
        Smalljaw began to wander again and finally came back to the place
where his problems had begun. he was outside of the oceanarium. He cursed
being sent here and he remembered about the cheap shots flipper had made to
defeat him.
        "why not bust in there and teach him a lesson," his brain said.
        "Because that would be wrong." Smalljaw told his brain.
        "Every time we do thngs you way they go wrong," his brain argued,
"This time let's do things my way."
        "You know what happened last time we used you."
        "No-one can prove that! besides, how was I to know that peanuts did
that."
        "Well what did you have in mind?"
        "We go in there, find the dolphin, and pound him."
        "That's a dumb plan brain"
        "You ghot any Ideas?"
        "We could just forget it and find a way back home."
        "You and I both know that can't be done. We may as well stop acting
civil and go back to what we enjoy."
        "Well how do we go about getting in?"
        "Just punch the door down stupid!"
        Smalljaw finished his conversation and punched the door down. The door
made a loud crash and Smalljaw walked in.
        "Flipper! Oh Flipper!" He called out.

******************

        Smith walked on untill he made it to a church. He walked in and layed
down on a pew. shortly after he fell asleep. 
        The sun rose up and the light shone down on smith. He blinked a few
times and tried to remember what he had done the night before. he rubbed his
faced and noticed that something was different. He couldn't tell what so he
rubbed his face again. It felt like his finger had aquired a metal bump, so he
looked at his hand. On his finger was a silver ring styled with black
markings. 
        "Gee, Iwonder where I picked this ugly thing up?" Smith thought.
        "Ditto," The ring said.

item: 37 
subj: He gets me wet. 
from: Flipper
on  : Sat 24-Sep-1994  3:09a

There was a knock at the door to Flipper's royal room. Deciding to play his
part, he put on his best gruff voice.

"Who is it?"

The door opened, and the pretty female dolphin who'd been before him in the
main room slipped quietly in, and closed the door behind her.

"What?" asked Flipper. "Hey, you're not supposed to be in here! Are you?"

"My lord," replied the female, "I want only my chance to please you."

She dropped her clothing, and sexily advanced towards Flipper. Being used to
not wearing clothing himself, Flipper was not much affected by the fact that
she was nude, but he was somewhat surprised by her actions none-the-less.

"Umm," he said, "Just a moment here. I'm pretty happy with my fiancee
already."

"I bet I know some things that she doesn't... things you'll... like."

"Umm," replied Flipper, running out of room to back up in.

"Just a few moments..." she said.

     * * *

Dr Revlis found formulating his plan for escape rather simple. The sanitarium
was designed to keep morons locked up, as far as he could see.

Wayne continued to stare sullenly at him as he stood by the door, waiting for
the day's meal. Soon it arrived. The doctor examined the meal very quickly.
Soup, water, and a biscuit. Perfect.

"hey, I'm drying up!" called Wayne, as the door closed. The doctor threw the
glass of water at him, in too much a hurry to deal with the man's silly
requests to have water dumped over him.

"HEY!" shouted the doctor at the departing attendant. The attendant, a hulking
gorilla of a man, turned with a query-like grunt.

"There's a fly in my soup!" pronounced the doctor, pointing directly into the
bowl.

Gorilla-man bent over the soup, peering intently into it. The doctor saw his
chance, and slammed the biscuit into the man's head. the biscuit, of course,
knocked the poor man out, splashing cold soup everywhere.

Dr. Revlis quickly removed the attendant's shirt and put it on, bunching it up
as neatly as he could. Then he confidently strode down the hall and out of the
hospital.

Wayne gazed at the soup for some time. He didn't like flies. What he really
wanted was salmon. His gaze wandered until he noticed the open door.

Yes, he decided. He needed salmon. It had been a long time, he was getting
weak from lack of proper food.

He waked past gorilla-man, still sleeping in the soup, and left the hospital
in search of salmon.

     * * *

It took several tries, but Fliporous finally seemed to understand where he
was. Carolina had answered all his questions to the best of her ability, and
she seemed to frightened to be lying.

A world run by humans. Should be pathetically easy to dominate this world...
the humans were little more than low-quality slaves, most barely fit for
amusement parks. That they actually dominated a world surprised him.

But not for long. Fliporous had every intent of expanding his empire.

But first, he needed satisfaction. This wench was beautiful indeed, and rare.
He had never seen one so white. He would take her, then begin planning his
conquest.

She continued staring wide-eyed at him, and he almost felt a little pity for
her. His grip slacked off her fin slightly.

She immediately wrenched free and fled the room. He was up quickly, but he did
not know his way around. He would not find her.

She would have to come back, sometime. He would be ready for her then. She
would know the pain of displeasing Fliporous. He looked around himself.

First, some clothes. Then, to plan.

     * * *

Carolina ran. She ran like she had never run before. She didn't know what had
happened, but she knew that was not Flipper in her bedroom. He looked like
Flipper, but he wasn't. She needed help.

She made her way downtown, and panting, looked around herself.

She noticed a building listing a detective agency, and went inside. She barely
noticed the sign: Richard Steiner, Dischordian Detective Agency.

The man had his back to her as she walked in, he seemed to be absorbed in
looking out the window, and mumbling to himself. His hat pulled low over his
eyes, he looked every bit the stereotypical detective.

All her emotions suddenly released. "You've got to help me," she sobbed, a
high, wailing noise. "My fiance, Flipper... something happened to him, and
there's someone evil in his place! You've got to find Flipper, and get rid of
the evil one!"

She turned and saw Sequoia sitting at a smaller desk near the wall, polishing
her sword.

"Sequoia?" asked Carolina, recognition slowly dawning. She turned to the man.
"Then you must be..."

"Steiner," drawled Steiner, turning around. "Richard Steiner." He paused. "At
yer service," he added.

item: 37 
subj: He gets me wet. (response 1)
from: Feral Ferret
to  : Flipper
on  : Sat 24-Sep-1994  4:32a

"What are you, some kinda dick?" belligerantly demanded the bartender,
listening in on the conversation.

Steiner's face turned a very light shade of crimson, and he reached over the
bar with a ham-like fist, grabbed the bartender by the collar, and dragged him
over the bar.

"I ain't no Dick," he growled, "th'name's Richard."

"Uhh, sure Richard, whatever you say," stammered the bartender, totally
uncertain of himself.

"Don't call me Richard," growled Steiner.

[I hated being called by my first name... so I gave him one right reason not
to... straight in the face.]

They left the bartender sprawled against the far wall, Steiner surlily booting
open the door and blinking uncertainly in the sunlight, like some kind of
strange creature that normally lived in the dark being illuminated with a
spotlight.  He hustled Carolina and Sequoia into the car, only to hear a loud
thumping from the trunk.

Nearing the trunk, he was regaled with the sounds of four men yelling at each
other, with rather crude but incisive phrases.  Throwing the trunk open, he
saw the four slain mafioso, apparently hale and hearty, tangled up in a large
heap and yelling vociferously.  They stopped as one as the light hit them, and
they too paused to blink uncertainly.

"It's about time you got here and opened this," one of them said, wrestling
himself free of the heap and climbing out of the trunk, "it was getting hard
to breathe with Guido's armpit in my face."

"Hey, I resent that!" yelled another guy, prying himself out of the heap.  He
was fairly large.  The first man, upon seeing this, made a break and ran down
a street, with the other three men pulling themselves out of the car and
giving a hearty pursuit.

Steiner stood and watched the spectacle for awhile, stroking his chin in
thought.

[Something strange about that.  Yup.]

With a mental shrug, he climbed back into the car and drove off to his office.

                        *       *       *

"So, this was the sign you said you saw?" asked Steiner of Carolina.

"Yes... yes..." mulled Carolina.

"Are you POSITIVE this is the sign you saw?" repeated Steiner.

"Well, yes..."

"Where did the 'h' come from, then?" he demanded.  "Look!"

The sign read:

                        Richard Steiner,
                  Discordian Detective Agency

"Oh," she replied.

"Discord.  DISCORD!  That's what it is!  You know what this means, don't you?"

Sequoia and Carolina looked at him blankly, as his eyes began to narrow and
take on a hard edged glint.  Clouds began forming overhead, very dramatically.

"It means there's an imposter somewhere."

Steiner spat on the ground in disgust.

"God, I need a drink," he muttered, and with that, stormed into his office.

item: 38 
subj: woo woo woo! i like it! 
from: Captain C
to  : Mr Painty Face
on  : Sat 24-Sep-1994  5:37p

        Smith stared at the ring in a wee bit of disbelief." excuse me?" he
asked. 
        "Do you think that I would want to be worn by a freak like you," the
ring said with a certain bit of disgust. "you are a drunk, you snmell like
crap and why don't you go out and find a nice girl to settle down with?"
         "just my luck, to get a jewish mother's ring." Smith thought. He
tried to shake the ring off, but the ring bit hard into his finger.
        "Yoofcangeb rib ov nefat esy" the ring muffled with a mouthful of
skin. Smith realized that he could not shake the ring off and stopped shaking
his finger seeing as how it had hurt alot. 
        "just as I thought," The ring said releasing the folds of skin thaty
were in his mouth,"a quitter."
        "Why don't you just shut up!" Smith shouted.
        "you first." the ring replied.

********************

        The hallways were unusally dark as Smalljaw walked down to the main
bedroom. He reached the door to flipper's room and kicked the door down.
Inside he saw who he believed to flipper wake up from his sleep.
        "What is the meaning of this?" The dolphin roared.
        "I have come to avenge myself!" Smalljaw shouted, "Now preparefor
battle!"
        A Small smile came over Flippourus. Here he was the ruler of an entire
dimensions, and a human, a lowly human had challenged him to a fight. He
sprang off the bed and Kicked Smalljaw so hard that the Barbarian went flying
into the wall and richochetted off the wall like a deformed rubberball.
Smalljaw was taken by surprie by this attack, but his druken mind told him it
was a lucky attack. He got up and charged at the dolphin who had laughed at
his feeble attempts and swatted him away. Flippourus then jumped on top of
Smalljaw and began pummiling him while commenting on how stupid humans were
and it would benifit society if they were not in control. After about fifteen
minutes of pound, He stopped the beating and threw Smalljaw into an empty
aquarium. He had his first slave and oooo would he have fun.

item: 39 
subj: blah blah 
from: Flipper
on  : Sat 24-Sep-1994  5:55p

Carolina blinked at Steiner in confusion.

"I was in a hurry, I was confused, and scared. Maybe I just misread the sign.
I think you're jumping to conclusions."

Steiner merely glared at her.

"Well, aren't you going to help me, or something? I'll find someone else if I
must."

She glared back with a defiance that only females have mastered.

     * * *

Wayne eventually managed to lose his straitjacket, and he had stolen a fresh
salmon from a grocery store and eaten it, still frozen for the most part.

He looked up, suddenly, and saw the iron fence surrounding the Oceanarium.
Memories flooded back to him, and he found a worn down spot in the fence, and
entered the grounds.

     * * *

"Please, just leave!" pleaded Flipper. He wasn't liking the way things were
going overmuch. Actually, what really bothered him was that he WAS liking it,
and he really didn't want to.

"But, you haven't even seen what I can do yet..."

"I don't care... just leave! Please, go now."

She turned to go, looking somewhat saddened. She collected her clothes and got
into them, then began to leave the room. Flipper felt a little bad about
speaking harshly to her.

"Um," he said, "You're accepted. Go join the others."

The female paused. Then, with a smile and laugh of delight she blew a kiss to
Flipper and left the room. Moments later, a very old looking dolphin entered,
dressed in a flowing robe and a wizard's cap. He looked sideways at Flipper,
as if measuring him up. Flipper got very nervous.

"What is it you want, old man?" he said, trying to speak more gruffly than
nervously.

"Oh... nothing, my lord," replied the wizard. "Something struck me as... odd,
for just a moment. I shall carry on with my duties now. I came to give you the
moonrocks you requested."

He handed Flipper some shiny stones, then turned to leave. Flipper examined
them, but saw nothing special, save that they were very smooth. He shrugged.

"Thanks," he called. The wizard stopped again, but didn't turn back. 

"You are welcome, my lord," he replied as he left the room.

Flipper shook his head. He wasn't sure if he'd played his part right or not,
and he didn't know what the moonrocks were for. But he was tired, and wanted
to sleep.

He put the rocks down on his table, then laid down in the large bed. Within
minutes, he was asleep.

item: 40 
subj: rrah rrah rrah rrah 
from: Captain C
on  : Tue 18-Oct-1994  1:39a

        Smith sat down on the corner of a lonely and desolate street feeling
quite lonely and desolate himself. He had failed in his attempts to retrieve
his gun of immenense and now his place had burned down and to top it all off
he had a ring that would insult him whenevr he talked. He decided that now
would be the time that he would stop trying to change the world with some
wonderful and heroic event and just go off and do his own thing.
        CLANG CLANG CLANG!!
        Smith was shaken out of his concentration and looked around to see
where the noise was coming from. The noise continued but he could not tell the
whereabouts of the clanging. The noise stopped and Smith sat up and srtarted
to walk.For some unknown reason, the clanging followed him. Whenever he
stopped walking, the clanging followed.
        "Is this your doing?" He asked the ring.
        "Yes," the ring replied sarcastically, "I a miniscule piece of metal
have used the powers of the unknown and have brought upon this world the evil
clanging noise. the world is doomed and it's your fault.why? because you are a
moron."
        Smith choses to ignore the ring and continued walking.CLANG CLANG
CLANG CLANG CLANG.

*************** ************** ***************** *************** **********

        Smalljaw opened his eyes and looked around. As afr as he could tell
his brain again failed at logic and again put him in pain. he cursed his
drinking from the night before and began to remember about what had happened.
He did remember attacking the dolphin, but something was different. the
dolphin was more bloodtyhirsty, and was,(dramatic pause) more finesed. This
was not the same dolphin that he fought at the hospital,This was the threat
hisvision had warned him about. He then noticed that he was in an aquarium,
too high to climb out and no apparent exits. 
        "Now how do I get out of here?" He muttered to himself.
        Just then a shadow fell upon Smalljaw. He looked up and saw a man at
the top of the aquarium,with a crazed look in his eyes and fish entrails
hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
        "Hello?" Smalljaw called up.
        The man glared.
        "Hello," Smalljaw called again hoping that this man could understand
him.
        The man opened his mouth and screamed, "Whale killer!" then leaping
down from the top onto Smalljaw.
        This took Smalljaw way off guard, so he took the best course of
action, He threw the man off and backed off,"What do you mean whale killer? I
haven't killed a whale, I never even seen one."
        "I'll get each and every one of you or my name isn't wayne," The man
muttered half to himself as he advanced on Smalljaw.
        "I take You are called Wayne?" Smalljaw asked as he dodged a punched
from the man.
        "No, I am called crazy,My name is Wayne" Wayne said throwing another
punch that hit smalljaw on his chin.
         SmallJaw grabbed Wayne and tossed him to the side. Wayne jumped up
and then tackeled Smalljaw. The fight had raged on for a short period of time
though when the noise had waken up Flipporaus, He walked into the den where an
observation window had been put in and saw to his enjoyment that now he had
two humans in his aquarium. He gave a soft chuckle and left to go find the
woman so he could be served breakfast. After wandering the building for some
time he knew that Carolina was not in the area and proceeded to find food by
himself.       
         "She will pay for the humiliation of this" Flipporause thought to
himself, as he was in the kitchen eating what he could find that was open.

%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%

Sequoia, Stiener and Carolina went back to the bar and found a table in the
far end of the bar that had a tablecloth on it.
        "What's that smell?" Carolina asked as she sat down.
(The dolphin was right about one thing,The air was a little ripe with an odor
but I just couldn't place it.)
        Stiener looked at the bottom of his shoe in the hopes of finding the
source. Sequoia looked under the table, then jerked her head. she motioned for
steiner's attention.
(The dame started to wave her hands about trying to get my attention, I
obligedas I was curious to what was on her mind.)
        "I have to tell you something," she said,somewhat serious,"Satan is
under the table."
(I had to check under he table just to see for myself. Sure enough there was
satan, with his red face, horns and big teeth. Satan looked up at me and
waved. I put the table cloth back down.)
       "Hey barkeep," Steiner shouted, "Did you know you have Satan under your
table?"
        "What again?" the bartender asked somewhat annoyed,"Satan, I told you
not to bother the customers! Now get out from under there!"
        Satan cralwed out from under the table making a noise that sort of
went rrah rrah rrah rrah, mucg to the disbelief of Sequoia and Carolina.
Stiener didn't even blink.
        "I told you to stay in the back and not to bother anyone," The
bartender said sternly to Satan, "Now get back there, You have dishes to do."
        "Rrah rrah rrah rrah," Satan said
(That Satan was a nice guy, so I gave him a fiver,)
        "maybe we should go back to the office," Carolina said
        "First I need a drink," Stiener retorted.
        Carolina waited for a few seconds then asked, "So will you take the
case?"
        Stiener drank

****************** ************************************** *******(*)

item: 41 
subj: sappy, schmappy. right, wrong, this 
from: Flipper
to  : Is It.
on  : Sat 12-Nov-1994  6:18a

Flipper sighed happily to himself. He was having a wonderful dream that he and
Carolina had finally been married, and were on their honeymoon enjoying each
other's company, fully and completely.

As they laid together in the bed, preparing to sleep for the rest of the
night, he rolled over, and kissed her passionately.

"I love you, Carolina. I always will."

Carolina sighed happily to him, but something struck Flipper as odd.

He looked again, and noticed that Carolina was not white. In fact, she seemed
to be rather greyish, just a slightly lighter shade than himself. Then Flipper
realized he was awake.

"You're not Carolina!" he said, for lack of anything better to say.

The other dolphin smiled. "My name is Athena, Lord Flipporous, but you may
call me 'Carolina' if you so desire."

Flipper reached over by his bed and turned on his light. He looked back and
recognized the female he'd been acosted by earlier.

"What's wrong? Did I not please you, my lord?" asked Athena.

Flipper looked at her. She seemed so concerned... it seemed so important to
her that he be happy with her. It seemed to be all she wanted. How could he
tell her the truth, that he wanted someone else? But yet, she was so warm, and
pretty, and she HAD pleased him, in fact. (Though he thought it was someone
else...)

Flipper smiled at her, and lightly traced his flipper down the side of her
head, and down the side of her beak. "Of course you did. But, you should leave
me now.. I will call for you in the morning."

Athena smiled at him, her eyes twinkling with happiness and life. "Thank you,
my lord!"

She gave Flipper a quick kiss on the cheek, then climbed out of the massive
bed. She quickly dressed herself and prepared to leave.

She curtsied at the door. "Good night, my lord," she said. Then she was gone.

Flipper sighed heavily, and tried to understand what he had just done.

     * * *

Wayne looked up from where he was trying to hold SmallJaw down long enough to
free his whaling hook, and caught a glimpse of Flipporous, watching and
laughing through an observation window.

"MR FLIPPER!" he cried with joy.

Suddenly oblivious to Smalljaw, he ran to the edge of the pool and leapt,
simultaneously swinging his hook upwards. Catching the rim of the pool, he
swiftly swung himself over the top and vanished from SmallJaw's sight.

Smalljaw lay on the concrete base of the pool, his pride hurt more than the
bruises he'd gained. It seems this wasn't going to be his day, and he might as
well just lie there to see what was going to hit next.

     * * *

Carolina still stared, somewhat shocked. She shook her head to clear it.

"Forget Satan," she told herself. "We have bigger problems here."

"Steiner," she said, "Look. I need your help here, because that is NOT Flipper
we've got back there. Now, I know you and Flipper go back some ways, so
whereever Flipper REALLY is, that guy must know. I'm just hoping you can get
the information out of him... and maybe get Flipper back."

She looked coyly down at the table and blushed slightly.

"We're supposed to get married."

     * * *

Fliporous was mildly surprised when Wayne leapt off the top of the tank and
landed in front of him, but he didn't move. A human was not going to be any
match for the great Fliporous, after all.
 
Wayne just stood there, looking confused. "Mr Flipper?" he asked, weakly.

"Human," boomed Fliporous, "tell me why it is that you have the gall to stand
there in front of me wearing the colours of our enemies, the Orcinus'?"

"But... I... they.. they can't hurt you, sir! They're perfectly gentle!"

Fliporous laughed. "You amuse me, you really do. They send hunting parties
into our land and eat our kind, like the cannibals they are! They resist
joining my empire and continue to hold out on the fringes as deadly outlaws,
and you call them gentle? But this doesn't explain you. Have they started
recruiting weakling humans to send as spies? Are you trying to take over this
world before me?"

Fliporous stepped forward with lightning speed and grasped Wayne around the
neck. "Speak quickly, slave, before I remove your head."

Wayne gasped for breath under Fliporous' powerful grip. In desperation, he
began to raise the whaling hook over his head. Fliporous didn't move or change
his grip. Wayne hesitated, then let the hook drop.

Fliporous, disgusted, tossed him against the side of the tank. Wayne collapsed
in a heap, gasping for breath.

"Pathetic creature. You don't even know enough to take the advantage when you
have it. I shan't waste my time on you."

So saying, Fliporous turned and left Wayne on the ground.

Wayne watched him go out of a corner of his eye. He couldn't bring himself to
hurt his old boss, the one who'd let his fulfill his lifelong dream. What
could have changed Flipper into such a dreadful being?

His eyes narrowed as his mind found the answer. The whale killers.

item: 42 
subj: In your double-knit butt. 
from: Feral Ferret
to  : The Wallet-sized Bulge
on  : Tue 15-Nov-1994  5:01p

One of Kramodac's table-mates began chortling with an eerie sort of glee.
"Cap-shured by de polishe... for shpeedin'!  Dash almosh ash good ash..."

The ape-being's mockery was cut short by the flat of a sword intersecting the
back of his head with a very damp *thud*.  A smaller thud accompanied the
landing of his forehead with the tabletop.

                            *       *       *

They stood in a rather grim, dank-smelling cell.  They didn't sit, because
that entailed putting something other than one's shoes in puddles of various
fluids, most of a bodily nature, all of a rather indeterminate origin.

"This place is pretty backwards, isn't it?" asked Janne of Kramodac.  Kramodac
blinked, obviously startled.

"Look, boss," she uttered, with a snort, "normally, I'd let you work out some
plan to spring us out of here, but you've been standing there for the last two
days, grinding your fingernails against the bars, and frankly, I'm getting
rather bored."

"Oh, so what the hell do you want me to do, bribe my way out?  Maybe they'll
accept my socks in exchange for our liberty?"

"Two days!  Two days!  Do you know what I could have done in two days?"

"NO!  And what's more, I don't care!  AUGH!"

Kramodac finally lost his cool, yelling at the tops of his lungs to vent his
frustration, which didn't really help matters at all, with the echo of a shout
in a very confined area.

The frustration being more than he could tolerate, he simply reached out and
blew the lock of the jail cell with an excessively large bolt of electricity.

"I'VE HAD IT!  I'M OUTTA HERE!" Kramodac-Pinrut screamed, ripping down walls
in his wake.

Janne smiled inwardly to herself at a job well done, and the only successful
escape from Meta-Alcatraz 12 was underway.

                            *       *       *

"So, you got marital problem, y'said?  Now, y'see, I don't do that kinda 
case... I ain't some kinda schlep lookin' t'hoof a coupla dimes outta some 
dame with cheatin' hubby problems.  I got standards on what I take, y'see..."

Sequoia shot Steiner a piercing glare, leaving Steiner blinking in mild shock.

"... but I do the occasional exception when I feel th'urge.  Now, we still 
got a small problem of fees..."

Sequoia's look, which had softened briefly, intensified to a near-lethal 
point.

"... that can be discussed later, prolly," he concluded lamely, adjusting his
 fedora well forward, obscuring his eyes in shadow.

"You c'n stay at my office.  I'll see what I c'n find."

                            *       *       *

[I figured visiting the guy himself, this "Flipper"... the Man, would probably
clear matters up a great deal, but a man's work is never done.]

Steiner's driving was rudely interrupted at a red light by a pin-striped
suit-wearing man, waving a large tommy-gun at him.  He engaged the parking
brake and climbed out of the car, at the gun-wielder's suggestion.

"My car!  That's my car!  How could you steal a man's car?" ranted the
gun-wielder, swinging the gun about in most dangerous arcs.  Rather to
Steiner's amusement, Sequoia was nowhere to be seen.

The gun-wielder frowned briefly, spun about, turning his back to Steiner, and
yelled, "Ah-ha!"  He had trained his gun squarely on Sequoia's chest, who had
popped up just behind a mailbox, only a few meters away.  Her mouth was formed
into a tight 'O' of shock and surprise.

Steiner rolled his eyes, pulled his Magnum from his trenchcoat, and shot the
man squarely in the back of the head.

"Get in," he grumbled at Sequoia, jerking a thumb at the car.


--- Maximus 2.01wb
 * Origin: Oceanarium--Wrath of the Killer Echomail Campaign from Mars
(1:163/438)

item: 43 
subj: I'm a scary vampire!  Bleah bleah! 
from: Feral Ferret
to  : Bleah!
on  : Fri 18-Nov-1994 10:50p

Steiner suddenly stopped, mid-thought, and turned to Sequoia.

"Have you ever felt, right in the middle of something, that the something
you're doing feels really silly?"

She looked at him blankly, with a half-smile of adoration on her face.
"No..." she said, in a rather falsetto voice.

"No?  Never, just stop, ponder, and realize that you've been feeling foolish
for the longest while?"

She lowered her head slightly, and locked her eyes onto his, then shook her
head negatively.

"I suppose that's a good thing for you," he dead-panned, "'cause I rather do
right now."

With that, he removed his fedora and dropped it on the cooling corpse lying at
his feet.  With a brief chuckle, he totally unbuttoned his trenchcoat, removed
it and dropped it as well.  One by one, all his detective fetishes were shed,
and dropped in a heap on the ground.  He then turned back to his car, which
had conveniently become a rather sporty, late-model sedan, climbed in, and
drove off, rather erratically.

                            *       *       *

At the U.N. meeting, things had been progressing apace, and General Case,
totally oblivious to the kitten in his breast pocket, clipped a microphone to
his tunic and listened on.

Eventually, he motioned for attention, and it became his turn to speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the assembled nations," he began, "I come to you to
tell you of a great proposal..."

And so, while the leaders of 106 nations listened on, General Case spoke of a
great, glorious plan that would eliminate starvation, warfare, unemployment,
inflation and insanity, and promote the arts, sciences, and the general
well-being of the populace as a whole.

"General Case," said the prime minister of a small, under-developed Central
American country, "your plan is quite admirable indeed, but how do we know
that this will work?"

Unbeknownst to the erstwhile General, who'd been so engrossed in his speech
that he'd failed to remember the kitten in his pocket (the fact that his tunic
was heavily starched didn't aid matters), Fluffy chose that moment to make its
presence known.

Perhaps it was a dream the kitten was having.  Perhaps it was diabolical
intent by divine forces, or perhaps it was just bad luck... but just as the
General opened his mouth to speak, Fluffy interjected with one of the loudest,
juiciest raspberries the feline had ever unleashed in its life.

"SSSSPLLLLTZ!" raspberried Fluffy, and perhaps it was intervention by cruel,
diabolical god-like beings, for the microphone had been clipped within
millimeters of the cat's mouth.

The prime minster, naturally, was quite aghast, as was a good portion of the
assembly, who looked at General Case in shock.  The General simple gaped,
dumbfounded.

"General Case, wha..." started the prime minister, and was interrupted by
another raspberry, juicier and louder than the previous, which was already
earth-shattering.

Eyes narrowed in anger.  Frowns creased brows.  Fists involuntarily clenched.
This was rude behaviour, and would not be tolerated.

"But I... but I..." stammered the General, who was interrupted by yet another
raspberry.  The assembly was totally silent, as almost every member rose to
their feet and glared at Case.

The coup de grace came from the General himself, whose stomach began to
rumble.  Muffled by the thick fabric of his tunic, the microphone heard it as
a prolonged, ill-masked belch of great magnitude.

With snarls of rage, many of the diplomats stormed out of the U.N. meeting,
wholly aghast at the rudeness they'd witnessed.  With a heavy, heart-worn
sigh,Case sat down in his chair and took a very long pull from his tumbler of
ice-water.

--- Maximus 2.01wb
 * Origin: Oceanarium--Wrath of the Killer Echomail Campaign from Mars
(1:163/438)

item: 44 
subj: let's see 
from: Captain C
on  : Sat 19-Nov-1994 12:55a

        Smalljaw, stared up at the top of the aquarium ledge, still amazed at
the swiftness of the Wayne. "Surely, if he can do it, so can I," He thought to
himself. Smalljaw took a deep breath, and measured the height. He gasped in
another lung of air, and got himself mentally prepared for the jump. One final
inhale, and Smalljaw, charged for his hopefully, record breaking high jump.
        "I think I can," run run run, "I think I can," run run run. Smalljaw
sprang off of his feet with cat like grace, "I know I can, I know I CAN!"
Unfortunately, Small jaw could not reach the height, and with his last yell,
he jumped straight into the top half of the aquarium wall, leaving him to
slowly slide down to the floor. "This is going to require some thought."

****************** ************************** ******************* ************

        Smith and his ring had finally made an agreement that they would no
longer fight in public, as police officers would enjoy taking a break from
eating doughnuts to take smith down to the drunk tank for the night. They
would only rely on muttering quiet obcenities to each other, if the occasion
arose. One of these times was now.
        "I still think that your a loser," The ring muttered.
        "Then why don't you leave?" Smith replied.
        The conversation was cut short when Smith tripped over something that
was in the middle of the street. He got up and looked behind to see what this
object was. Smith immediately recognized the suit of Giovanni's men and
immediately a plan came into his mind. He dragged the headless corpse and
donned it's clothes.
        "Your a very sick man,"The ring commented.
        He then waited around the street for something to happen. Eventually
something did. An old car that looked like it belonged in an old Sam Spade
movie drove up beside him, and the passenger stuck his head out.
        "Did you get them?" the passenger asked.
        "Get who?" Smith asked innocently.
        "The big guy and that dame," replied the passenger.
        "Uh... no," Smith said, wondering if maybe he should have thought out
his plan better.
        "The don will want to talk to you then," The passenger of the car
growled.
        It was just a second after that, when Smith felt something heavy hit
him on the back of hi head. He turned around and saw two very big thugs
wearing pin striped suits, each wielding a kitchen sink.
        "Yup, that's heavy," Smith thought as he faded into blackness.

item: 45 
subj: A Rude Awakening 
from: Ciao Durhed
on  : Mon 21-Nov-1994  2:09p

It was dark.... Very dark....  There wasn't even a sign of those little dots
you get when you squeeze your eyelids shut too hard for hours at a time.

It wasn't that it was that it was dark, it's that there seemed to be an absent
of light.  A confused mind registered this.

The mind shuffled onwards in a creaking manner, kinda like a bed would after
Dan and Roseanne slept on it.  In the absence of anything that could be seen,
search for something that could be heard... Again, nothing...

No.  Wait.  There it was.  A faint sound, slowly beckoning him.  He carefully
sorted out the confused tendrils of his mind and sent them out, searching for
that distant sound, that sign of life.

Agonizingly, after a period of what seemed like days, he grabbed hold of it,
carressed it, nurtured it... He held that sound clutched to his chest, a sign
of his ever-present life.

It was the sound of someone vomiting.  Not a peaceful or controlled vomit, but
an all-out fountaining of unwanted waste that threatened to rip out the poor
persons bowels so that everything could be properly wrung out from them.


It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard.

*       *       *

The assembled doctors and nurses stood huddled around the two resident experts
as they overlooked the patients.  The only motion made in the room was made by
one of the students who arrived late in the back, whiping the corner of his
mouth with his white hospital gown while looking both pasty and greenish at
the same time.  One of the other students casually elbowed him in the ribs and
whispered something sounding like "greasy sausages" in his ear, and the sound
of running feet and muffled spurting were heard once again...

But, meanwhile, the two doctors compared notes while looking down on the
patient.

"He's coming around."

"Yup, it seems so."

"Surprising.  Considering the shape he was in, I never expected him to survive
one day, let alone 6 months only to regain consciousness."

"Yes, I never would've bet on that.  Actually, I was down for three weeks and
two days.  Little bugger.  I could've gone on vacation if he had of packed it
in then."

"I hear you.  I expected him to go for a bit over 3 months only...
Considering Jamie's going to college, we could've used the money."

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

A pregnant pause ensued, as both doctors shuffled their feet and looked around
shamefully.

"Does this mean we have to give back his credit cards?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so."

"And his clothes?"

(Sighing) "Yes, those too."

"Even the boots?  They're really nice boots!"

"Yes, even the boots, I'm afraid."

"Bugger... I guess we're going to have to find him a hospital bed now too,
eh?"

"I guess so. We certainly can't pass him off as simply a big piece of lint
from the laundry room with him moving about and twitching and all."

"No, I guess not.  Say, why isn't he moving or anything?  He's been
semi-conscious for over two hours now."

"Well, you know how when you oversleep for a couple of hours you get this
sharp pain in the front of your head, and you feel like crap for the rest of
the day?"

"Yeah... I hate it when that happens..."

"Yes, well... He's been asleep for... 6 months, 3 days, and 13 hours...."

"Ooh... That must hurt..."

"Certainly... He's not going to be very mobile for the first little while."

Once again there was another pause, as the two doctors looked at their patient
lying amongst the dirty laundry, surrounded by the critical eyes of their
students and peers.

"So... Ummm... Do you suppose we should get him some aspirin or something...?"

*       *       *

His mind was a fog... A fuzzy, graying type of fog that pervaded all his
senses... But this was probably good, seeing as he had a hangover comparable
to one you'd get from trying to join the Century Club drinking Long Island
Iced Tea.... and making it.

As his mind drifted in and out of consciousness (mostly out of it), two
thoughts became apparant to him....

Firstly, he was Peewee Pinrut, and he had been in a coma for a long, long
time.

Secondly, a friend of his was in trouble.  He wasn't sure who, and he wasn't
sure why, but this coma had come about from him being too close to the answer.
It involved someone close... Someone very close to his friend... And that
someone was not who had they had appeared to be.  Such evil... Such malice...
It was almost too much to bear...

However, before memory could be recalled, a more pressing third thought
occured to him... 

Six months between bathroom trips was a long time...

item: 46 
subj: Mah gawd, 'e's BACK! 
from: Feral Ferret
to  : Commies
on  : Mon 28-Nov-1994  8:24p

Any last vestiges of tranquility atmosphere of the Oceanarium was shattered by
the sound of a roaring car engine.

*CRASH!*  The repeatedly broken front gate was crashed through by a late model
sedan, the front fenders and bumper crumpling somewhat in the impact.  The car
skidded to a stop a dozen meters inside the compound, great clouds of
billowing steam issuing from the car's broken radiator.

"SO I CAN'T DRIVE!  SUE ME!" bellowed a deep male voice, obviously quite
irate.  Hurling the door open, and nearly ripping it off its hinges, a large,
burly man stepped out of the driver's seat of the now-defunct car, turned
around, and slammed a fist onto the roof of the car, leaving a sizeable dent.

"Take it easy, Steiner," murmured a voice from the other side of the car.
Steiner twitched a few times, breathed deeply, then strode off, Sequoia in his
wake.

As they walked through the compound, they heard rhythmic sounds of thumping,
then a loud splat.  More thumps, then a loud splat.  Ahead, an underground
tank, and inside was a somewhat familiar form, who, with mindless intensity,
would take a mad, charging spring, leap into the air, and smack into the side
of the tank with a loud, painful splat, slide back down the wall, pick himself
up, shake his head a few times, and repeat the process.

Sequoia stood and watched the process with great fascination, wholly missing
Steiner's departure into the depths of the building.

Finally, Smalljaw's face reporting to his brain that it would soon rebel and
go its separate way if the abuse continued, he stood still, peered around, and
finally noticed Sequoia standing on the rim of the tank, a broad smile on her
face.  She burst into a hearty round of applause.

"Wench!" he yelled, "throw me down a rope!"

"Why sir, dost thou speak to me?" she inquired, her smile widening by the
second.

"Do as I say, vile female!" he screamed, a few flecks of froth flying from his
mouth as he worked himself into a righteous tizzy.

She clasped a hand to her heart and stared at the sky theatrically.
"Oh, very well, noble sir," she sighed, "I shall do as you command."

She disappeared from sight, shortly returning with a coil of rope.

"Is this, sir, what you sought?" she cooed to Smalljaw.  His reply was rather
vociferous and not very well suited for print.

"I shall do as you command, sir," she replied, and so saying, threw the entire
coil of rope at him.

"You did, after all, desire me to throw you a rope," she deadpanned.  Her eyes
immediately widened, and she paused for a half second, before hastily
sidestepping.  A large whaling hook crashed to the ground precisely where she
stood, splintering off bits of concrete and showering them down into the tank.

"AAAAAAAAAR!" screamed Wayne, his great entrance delayed greatly by vile
authors, who had wished to work in a rather bad joke.  Now quite irate, blood
was the only thing on his mind.

Sequoia skipped backwards quickly, hastily managing to unsheath her sword.  It
glowed with a horribly bright, radiant power, causing her to wince briefly and
squint her eyes instinctively.  Wayne immediately turned to attack again, and
she was barely able to deflect his blow in time.

"WHALE KILLER!" he yelled, swinging his weapon with a talent only the truly
berserk could master.

Sequoia was silent as she desperately parried, her skills barely enough to
protect herself from his fury.

"I SAW YOU TAUNTING MY WHALES WITH THAT ROPE!"  He kept driving her back, and
they had nearly completed an entire lap of the tank.  His constant strikes
kept her from unsheathing her secondary weapon and counter-attacking.

                            *       *       *

"I raise you five," muttered a guard, tossing a couple of battered chips on
the table, then leaning his chair back against the door.

"Yah," shrugged another, pausing to scratch an itch on his belly before
tossing his chips in.  He congratulated his successful scratching with a
rather loud burp.  "Show 'em."

The cards were, in fact, shown, when the only door to the building was hurled
open with a crash, knocking the chair and its occupier flying into the table,
which sent cards, poker chips, and several crumpled cans of beer flying.

The only guard left seated looked up at the door, to see a woman, five foot
ten, wearing leather pants, a white t-shirt, and elbow-length leather
gauntlets, standing in the door, with a sort of pose that let you know that
she did that sort of door-crashing often, and with great ease.

Seeing the guard's somewhat startled and dismayed expression, her face lit up
into a broad smile.

"Hi!" she said, then stepped forward and crashed a powerful fist into his
face, knocking him out of his chair and his consciousness.


--- Maximus 2.01wb
 * Origin: Oceanarium--Wrath of the Killer Echomail Campaign from Mars
(1:163/438)

item: 47 
subj: Course I'm baaAAAck.. And I feel fiiIIne 
from: Ciao Durhed
on  : Wed 30-Nov-1994  3:35p

The next few weeks were harried ones as Peewee Pinrut slowly began to recover
control of his body, little used in over half a year.  Beneath the movements
and the exercises there was a drive, a determination, and even a little bit of
fear that kept him pushing for a fast recovery.  It went beyond regaining
control of his facilities so that they would take the tubes out of his nether
regions, proving to be DAMNED UNCOMFORTABLE, but a series of flashbacks pushed
him, for they gave insight into the knowledge that he held...

Over and over the flashbacks replayed through his mind.  The four months he
had spent before he turned up in that dark alleyway were nothing more than a
tunnel of darkness in his mind, with an occasional bolt of lightning shedding
light....

"Ah-ha... With these peas as my soldiers I will take over the world!!!!!!"

"Hey... who didn't tell me about the bri....(thump)."

(high pitched squeal)  "Oh Peewee, your name certainly doesn't fit the proper
description...."

"I'm sorry Peewee, you had the right answer, but you forgot to put in the form
of a question...."

"And if you send me just $100 of your hard-earned money, I will devote that
money to my special Pee-Wee's roller coaster to God bank account, and I'll
guarantee your salvation when I get there..."

(a burly, gruff voice)  "Hey, what are you doing with your... Oh god, you
sicko!!!  I don't know where you're from, but we don't pick our noses in
public in these parts!!!"

(old, weary, disbelieving voice)  "Today we are here to judge the case of one
Peewee Pinrut, charged with kidnapping the queen with the intention of causing
great bodily damage... Now, the defense argues that he was simply interested
in buying her a drink and playing some pool..."

"You call that a salute?  I'll give you a salute..." (followed by a rustling
of trousers)

(Whispering of a female voice)  "He trusts me, and he doesn't suspect a thing.
I've been playing innocent for years now, and I've slowly drawn him in.  I'm
telling you, it won't be long now.  There's no hint of what's coming, and if
if there were, he wouldn't suspect me of being in on it...  First we'll get
him, and then the rest of the world will..."

I stumbled, and eyes burning with hatred and anger focussed on me, flames
flickering deep inside them.  I hesitated, lost in the hatred there, and then
I ran,scrambling out of that run down old building as fast as I could, screams
and shooting ringing behind me.

I escaped, the knowledge hidden deep within me that my friends were in deep
trouble.  I knew my life was without meaning as soon as I learned of that
secret.  No more afternoons of those romantic and sensual afternoons lying in
bed watching tv and dreaming about Sharon, Lois, and Bram... My life was
forfeit, I had a job to do...

I dodged and ran until my lungs were raging with fires, and even then I kept
running... But I could not escape.  I was finally trapped in an alleyway, back
against a building, watching the alleyway entrance as those burning eyes came
in and advanced towards me...

There was only one chance, one way out, and it was a faint one at that... But
it had to be done... Turning around, Peewee Pinrut beat his head against the
wall over and over until he knocked himself unconscious.  He was so strong in
his will however that he even went beyond his unconscious state to continue
beating his head against the wall until he drove himself into a deep coma,
where those burning red eyes couldn't reach him....

Ok.  We've all heard better and more successful plans, but you weren't there,
and the writer was on holidays, so back off!!!!  It worked, that's all that
counts!!!!!!!

*       *       *

Too long had passed.  For all he knew his friends might have already succumbed
to the evil.  Peewee gathered all his belongings together and left the
hospital, fate dragging him out of his safe haven.

He paused once at the door, long enough to talk to a doctor, trying to express
the confusion he was feeling.

"Doctor, are you sure this is everything I had with me."

Beads of sweat appeared on the doctor's forehead, and he answered in a
stammering, nervous voice, "Yes, it's all there.  Of course it is.  You're not
missing anything are you.  No, of course not.  Everything's there, really...
Really, it is... Really..."

Peewee looked himself over and looked back at the doctor, "Well, if you say
so.  It just seems damned odd..."

Peewee turned and left the hospital, clad in black jeans, shirt, and
trenchcoat, along with a pair of pink hospital issue slippers....

"What the hell was I thinking... I know pink isn't my colour...."

item: 48 
subj: Where, oh where, did that big chunk of f 
from: Feral Ferret
to  : Oh Henry
on  : Wed 30-Nov-1994  4:41p

"Pardon me, sir," began Kramodac, approaching a guard, who hastily yanked his
billy club from his belt and patted it into his other hand, a nasty-looking
grin on his face.

"Ya know, we don't likes 'scapees 'round here," he drawled, advancing slowly
on Kramodac.

"Oh!" Kramodac looked genuinely taken aback, "I'm terribly sorry, sir," he
said, slowly beginning to backpedal.

"You wouldn't believe me if I said that there was a huge, gorgeous woman
behind you, waiting patiently for my signal to brain you with a large table
leg, would you?" he asked.

"What, you 'spect me t'fall for the oldest trick in th'book or sumptin'?" he
growled.

"Well, something like that, yes..." Kramodac replied, a long, sad look on his
face.  "Well, hit him, I guess," he sighed.

Before his words were finished, a large table leg crashed into the back of the
man's head, sending his helmet flying and knocking the man staggering forward.

"OW, HEY!" bellowed the guard, who glared at Kramodac.

"I'm terribly sorry, but I did warn you," he countered, and so saying, kicked
the guard in the groin.

The guard groaned in pain and doubled over.  Janne stepped forward and smashed
him on the head with her table leg, once again, shattering her makeshift club
with the impact.

"OW OW OW OW!" yelled the guard, holding his head with both hands.  Janne took
his club and began beating on him brutally, loud, painful thumps greeting each
blow, with increased yells of pain from the guard, who hastily tried to cover
each new wound with his hands.

Finally, Kramodac motioned to Janne to stop, and in a few minutes, the guard's
yelling died down as well.

"Look," he began, "We don't really want to hurt you.  Would you let us go if
we gave you a dead rat?"

"Owwww," moaned the guard, "Owww.  What would I do with a dead rat?"

"Weeeeelll..." thought Kramodac, hastily thinking, "You could tie a string to
its tail, then swing it around in a big arc and gross lots of people out."

The guard pondered for a second, his face clouding over in thought.  Suddenly,
an eerie spark shot to his eyes, and a happy smile lit his face.

"Sure!" he said, "thanks!"

Kramodac handed him the dead rat, and both he and his bodyguard bolted down
the hallway, while the guard twirled his dead rat in circles in front of him,
making airplane noises and buzzing around the halls.

                            *       *       *

Its mission finished, a cute, furry little kitten disappeared entirely from
General Case's pocket, found comfortable accomodations in a cattle-car in a
north-bound train, and settled down for a little nap with several sheep.


--- Maximus 2.01wb
 * Origin: Oceanarium--Wrath of the Killer Echomail Campaign from Mars
(1:163/438)

item: 49 
subj: pop goes the weasle 
from: Captain C
on  : Wed 30-Nov-1994 10:06p

        Smalljaw paused as he debated about trying to get to the top of the
wall. So far all of his attempts had been a dismal failure. Of course,
Smalljaw had been getting use to dismal failures since he got here. Being
mocked by the wench was also a tremendous blow to the ego as well. He sat down
on the floor of the aquarium, listening to the battle between the woman and
the crazed man, and barely noticed a shadow casting on his form. He did
notice, and he did look up. At the top of aquarium was a tiny man with wire
rimmed specs and seemed to be carrying a clipboard.
        "Are you Smalljaw?" The man shouted, completely oblivious to the
battle around him.
        "Yes," Smalljaw replied, not sure what to make of this man.
        "I represent the people who read this story, and I'm afraid that they
don't approve of you." The man said looking through his clipboard, "We
attempted to have you cancelled before, and how you avoided that is beyond me.
I'm afraid that this time there wil be no escape."
        Smalljaw gave a nervous twitch as the man pulled out a small gun and
fired it at the barbarian. Colours swirled around smalljaw in a 70's acid trip
style, and when the colors faded, Smalljaw found himself in a dark room. He
looked around and saw the entire cast to the A-Team, and The tom arnold show.
they came up and welcomed Smalljaw, and envited him to talk about his
exploits. As Smalljaw would begin to speak, everyone would innterrupt, talking
about their shows.
        "So this must be hades," Smalljaw guessed, and sat down to an
enternity of bad stories.

***************************************************

        Smith was led into a dark room and was thrown in quite rudely.
        "You wait here,till wees figure wot to do wich ya," The pin striped
man grunted, slamming the door behind him.
        After about an hour of waiting, Smith decided that he didn't like
being there, so he reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a small coin.
        "It's morphin time!" He shouted, bring the coin up to his face.
        "Some really big impressive dinozord!" He shouted again, dropping the
coin as his last words drooled out of his mouth.
        The coin fell to the ground with a quiet "clink" leaving only the
laughter of the gaurds to fill the room. Smith was quite dissapointed as thre
was no big transformation and no cool special effect. Not even one little
spark, dammit. He decide to work on the coin as he waited fr whatever fate to
become him.

item: 50 
subj: Don't touch the door! 
from: Flipper
to  : Susie
on  : Thu  1-Dec-1994  6:37a

Carolina looked around herself, blinking. The dark, somewhat dank
office was unnerving in it's stillness.

She sensed, somehow, that something had changed. Probably a change
for the better, she felt, but not one that was going to get what
she needed to do, done.

She stood up and headed towards the door, where a thin outline of
light indicated the hall was still brightly lit. Suddenly the door
slammed open, and a fearsome shadow lunged at her.

     * * *

Fliporous had left the Oceanarium and was wandering downtown,
searching for a place to start his army. However, he was rather
discouraged by the absolute lack of intelligent life in the city.

Finally, he decided, he was going to have to pick some humans. He
would need some who were rowdy, stupid, full of energy and looking
for a cause.

A basement door opened, blasting an incomprehensible roar of sounds
into the street. Fliporous winced at the sound, but watched the
door in curiousity. A couple walked out. Fliporous stared blankly
at the tall orange mohawk on one, and the long blue and pink hair
on the other. They were smoking an odd subtance which irritated his
blowhole, and seemed to leave them rather oblivious to the world
around them.

"Perfect," he smiled inwardly. He entered the room.

     * * *

Flipper paced his new room, nervously trying to figure out just
what he was going to do. He couldn't quite understand how he had
got here, or how to get back. He was rather nervous, too, and he
desperately wanted to see Carolina again.

Thinking of Carolina made him feel a little guilty about the
incident he had had that morning.

Suddenly, Flipper stopped. He turned his face upwards slightly.

"Hold it right there!" he yelled. A passing guard stopped outside
the room, and stood stiffly at attention.

"I *know* what you've been planning, and I'll have you know, I'm
not going to stand for it anymore!" continued Flipper. The guard
began to sweat, wondering how anyone, especially the mighty
Fliporous, could have known about his plans to sneak into the
kitchen and take a couple of extra tuna home for his own pleasure.
The thought about how much he enjoyed the fresh tuna, shipped in
especially for Fliporous, made him sweat even more.

"Stop ignoring me!" shouted Flipper, obviously irritated by the
being at whom he was shouting.

"There you go again! You know it's you whom I'm shouting at, and
stop scaring that stupid guard. What do I care about what he likes
to do with tuna?"

The narrator, choosing to feign ignorance, ignored Flipper's rants,
and instead chose to describe how the guard, stressed beyond his
limits, collapsed in a heap outside the room.

"All right, then, I'll fix you!" shouted Flipper. Several peasants
out in the courtyard, having heard the last few bits of the
outburst, shuddered inwardly in sympathy for the guard, and
continued their work.

     * * *

Fliporous' eyes never fully adjusted to the dark, smoky room,
especially with the flashing 1000w strobe lights and hi-intensity
lasers flashing around. He found his sonar to be barely functional,
if he tried his hardest to tune out the clashing noises that
apparently passed as music to these people.

Finally, he located what he was after: a stage. All he had to do
what get onto it, disable the noise generators, and tell these
people what he wanted of them. They were obviously in desperate
need of a cause and, while not his best choice, they would do for
a start.

He began pushing through the crowd, and suddenly found himself in
a small bowl-shaped depression, full of people pushing and shoving
each other. He found himself jostled rudely around, and literally
unable to proceed towards the stage.

A short, chubby, bald man with a purple beard suddenly leapt at
him, and shoulder checked him squarely in the beak. Staggering back
slightly in the pain, he growled menacingly at the man.

"Hey, dude, anything goes in the pit," called the man, barely
audible over the noise.

Fliporous was incensed, and summoned all his strength. With
powerful flicks of his flippers and tail, he began tossing moshers
left and right, and advancing towards the stage. The people closed
in quickly behind him, with only a few people even pausing to
admire his strength.

He reached the stage and climbed onto it, looking around. He
quickly saw that the noise was being generated by an electronic
device of some kind, and simply pulled the plug. The silence was,
literally, deafening.

Several moments later, as the crowd realized that the music had
stopped, they looked up at him and called in unison. 

"AWWWWWWWWWW!"

'Brain dead,' thought Fliporous. But he resolved to go through with
his plan.

"People," he called, using his best mustering voice. "The time has
come for us to band together. Together, we have within our grasp
the ability for complete unison, and ultimate fulfillment."

Remarkably, the people listened.

     * * *

"I told you I was going to ruin your plans," muttered Flipper. He
walked over to his bedside table. "I know what these moonrocks are
for... they will get me home. I'm tired of you plotting to ruin my
life and make me miserable over and over again. I'm tired of your
interferance. LEAVE ME ALONE!"

He reached down and grabbed the moonrocks, and held them aloft. 

"AH HA!" he shouted, triumphantly.

A gentle touch running down his back, and circling his dorsal fin
made him stop, and he turned around. Athena was standing before
him, already nude, and obviously ready to accomodate him.

"I know what you might like," she cooed. "Would you like me to
cover myself with butter for your pleasure?"

     * * *

"...and so, my friends, it is the time for us to complete our
ultimate goal, the most important mission of all time. And to
complete this goal, I want you to..."

     * * *

Flipper felt himself becoming flustered, as well as mildly
embarrassed. What he didn't notice were the moonrocks in his
flippers beginning to glow as his temperature rose.

"B..but.." he stammered. "Why would it please me to see you..."

The moonrocks suddenly flared as the energy in Flipper's excitement
rushed through them, and activated their power. Flipper an
Fliporous both felt an odd draw of their sensations, and then they
felt themselves swap places. The effect was so quick that neither
noticed right away.

"...cover yourself with butter?" finished Flipper.

There was utter silence in the room, as the punks looked at each
other curiously. There was a growing rumble in the room, as Flipper
looked around blankly, trying to orient himself.

"Yeah!" shouted someone from the corner, suddenly. "He's right!
That's the mission!"

The slowly growing rumble quickly progressed to a roar of assent,
and 752 punkers scrambled to leave the underground party room, and
formed a wave rushing rapidly towards the nearest grocery store,
overtaking everything in it's path.

Many middle-aged and older ladies sustained mild shock as the
punkers stormed into the local grocery store, heading straight for
the milk products aisle. The first two dozen were able to grab the
butter and, stripping down, proceeded to lather themselves with it, taking
special care to get under their arms and behind their ears.

The remainer, not so quick, looked around blankly for a moment.
Many quickly reasoned that margarine was the same thing, and
started smearing the product over themselves. Others tried no-stick
spray, cooking oil, and raw milk. 

Suddenly, a margarine-wearer with eight-inch spiked hair bumped
into a butter-dude with seventeen earrings in each ear. The butter-
dude's eyes narrowed as he examined Mr Margarine.

"*BUTTER* IS THE SACRED COVER!" he screamed, leaping at Mr
Margarine's throat.

The resulting brawl began to cause severe damage to the grocery
store as a whole, and at that point the narrator discreetly left,
carrying the last block of butter.

     * * *

"...attack the authorities, and rule the world!" finished
Fliporous.

"Later," cooed Athena, "let me have my fun, first."

Fliporous eyed Athena lustfully, and decided very quickly that
world domination could wait until later.

     * * *

"Ms. Carolina! There you are!" called Bud, from on top of Carolina.
He had rushed in so quickly that he had knocked her over, and the
two of them lay sprawled on the floor of the office.

"I've been looking everywhere for you! Are you going back to the
Oceanarium now?"

item: 51 
subj: I hate frozen Jamaican patties. 
from: Feral Ferret
to  : Bleah.
on  : Thu  1-Dec-1994  7:20a

"STEINER!"

Finally gaining her wits about her, Sequoia bellowed at the tops of her lungs,
adding several additional words to her imperatives that curdled the very air
and caused a few flowers nearby to wilt appreciably.

Steiner, just beginning his search of the compound, heard the shouting, and
charged out, nostrils flaring, to see Wayne and Sequoia battling it out around
the whale tank. 

Baring his teeth in anger, Steiner charged headlong at Wayne, catching him
from behind with a brutal clothesline, which sent him hurling into the whale
pit, to land in the bottom with a very sick and painful sounding *thump*.

Sequoia, still panting, walked up to the edge of the pit, looked down, saw
Wayne's prone form and winced in sympathetic pain, despite the fact the man
had tried to kill her less then thirty seconds ago.  Her eyes scanned the pit
expertly:  Wayne's wallet, concrete chips, the rope, a whaling hook, the paint
colour (a weird cyan), oh, oh yeah, and some barely-conscious maniac.  Not
even worth mentioning.  Probably has good stuff in his wallet, though.

She blinked, and looked again.  Yes, the wallet was still there, as were the
chips, the rope, the hook, the paint (still the same cyan colour), and even
that barely-conscious guy... but there was something missing.

She strained her mind to think back to the recent past.  The rope tugged at
her memory, and Steiner paused briefly to aim a punch off-screen.  A muffled
thump and a brief grunt of pain ensued, and the author vowed to avoid bad puns
in the future.

Finally, she spotted what was missing; some guy, some perfect little maniac
with a deformed jaw, was no longer there, or was that it?  The intense
thinking began to bother her.

"Steiner," she whined, "can we go now?"

"In a minute," he grunted.

"Hey, you!" he called, adressing Wayne's prone form, "By the Neo-Geo
convention of fighting games, 1992, having defeated you in combat, I demand
that you tell me where Flipper is."

Wayne, looking very much the worse for wear, stood up raggedly and wobbled
about in a daze.  "He went that-a-way," he moaned, still wobbling, then
finally fell back down, the last little bit of pain giving him the impetus to
lapse from consciousness.

Steiner looked at Sequoia.  Sequoia looked at Steiner.  They looked at each
other.  (Damn, they were good at this.)  Finally, the awful silence was broken
by Sequoia, who coughed and muttered, sotto voce, "I need a drink.  I think
I'm gonna wear a trenchcoat."

And, finally, with that, purpose lent new life to their limbs, for they ceased
their catatonic staring and headed off in a random direction, hoping to find
something else to do that didn't require so much thought.


--- Maximus 2.01wb
 * Origin: Oceanarium--Wrath of the Killer Echomail Campaign from Mars
(1:163/438)

item: 52 
subj: Ok... Let's Rawk!!! 
from: Ciao Durhed
on  : Wed  7-Dec-1994 12:50a

Pitter pat pitter pat pitter pat pitter pat pitter pat pitter pat pitter...

"Hey, look at the fag with the pink slippers!!!!!"

Pitter pat pitter pat pitter pat <THUMP!!!> 

(pause)

(retching)

(pause)

"Pink slipper this!!!!!"

Pitter pat pitter pat pitter pat pitter pat pitter pat (fading)

*       *       *

Peewee had a job to do... It was up to him to save his friend, and possibly to
save the world from great jeaopardy.  Thus, it was up to him to make a plan...

After two hours of sitting on a park bench plotting, the only thing he had to
show for it, however, was a desire to create an anti-bird dropping device that
would deter pigeons from thinking a motionless person was a statue...

(At which point I'd like to intervene to say that pigeons, as all birds, know
exactly what is a statue and what is a motionless human being... They just
think it's funny as hell to pretend they don't)

The only thing that Peewee resolved was that a base of operations was
needed... An apartment or a room in a house where he could perform a proper
surveillance operation and he could learn what it was he was looking for.
Peewee needed information, and he needed confirmation... And he knew where to
get it...

*       *       *

Two nights later, Peewee sat skulkingly (not possible by dictionary terms, but
he made it work) in his new black trenchcoat and goofy baseball type cap,
listening on his phone tap.  So far he had heard nothing that would shed light
on his theory.  He still needed to know who was in trouble, who was involved,
and what he had to do to prevent it.

Worse still, he was running out of time.  No... scratch that... Peewee was out
of time.  It was time for him to take drastic measures to discover what was
going on... No, not because he was pressed with an ideal of the protection of
the innocent... Not because he had an undeniably belief in justice... No....
It went deeper than that.... He had run out of donuts...

Whatever the reason that propelled him, Peewee... ummm... propelled.  Peewee
left his room, got on his pink slippers, and then left the housing, crossing
the street to the one opposite it (looking both ways first).

Using all of his skills as a thief (none) Peewee skulked up to the front door
and slowly pushed it open, as it was fortunately unlocked.  Inside, the house
was dark and silent, except for the brief sporatic periods of faint clacking
in the distance.

Going forward, Peewee came to a T-juncture, and to his left, underneath a door
at the far end of the hallway, a thin hint of light escaped, lighting Peewee's
route to his information.  Creeping forward, Peewee eased up to the door and
slowly eased it open, revealing no hint to the occupant that there was someone
there.

Peewee cautiously looked around the room as a twenty-some year old guy typed
away at a computer, back to the door.  There, on the corner of the desk beside
the computer.... That was what he was looking for!!!

Stacked cautiously underneath the mouse was a thin sheet of paper, on top of
which was written in scratchy lettering:  "Oceanarium Plot".

Peewee carefully snuck forward, and in a lightning quick move grabbed the
sheet of paper and simultaneously struck the writer across the back of the
he....




 ....ack.....9.....1.............1..........(thump)

item: 53 
subj: 1 
from: Captain C
on  : Wed  7-Dec-1994  1:54a

        Smith woke up to find himself on a couch. the couch was colored an
awful tan color, that matched the tan colored carpet, which matched the tan
colored walls. Hanging on the walls were tan painted pictures of tan colored
matadors, fighting tan colored bulls. Smith casually looked around and tried
to figure out why everything was tan. He slapped his head in an act of 'My
god, How could I forget,' and removed the tan sunglasses on his head. Instead
of tan, everything was now a bright shade of white. So bright that Smith had
to shied his eyes from the omipresent light source. After much failure, he put
the glasses back on. He walked to the frnt door of this building and left to
go eat.
        He walked into the now familiar restaurant, and ordered the breakfast
special number one. he looked to his right and saw the same old guy, talking
to his eggs again. Smith took a closer look and realized that the eggs were
the same ones that were bearing the conversation, the last time, he saw this
guy. Of course the eggs were now covered with enough mold to keep a third
world country stocked up on penicillan for a year. No-one else seem to notice
the old guy.
        After the breakfast, Smith walked out of the downtown district, and
apparently lost in thought. So lost in fact, that he didn't even know what he
was thinking. Of course walking like this often leads for people to accidently
get placed in an awkrward situation, and Smith was no exception. while lost in
thought he stumbled into an automatic carwash. This quickly brought Smith back
to reality.
        "Hey what the heck?"
        "Ow! this is hot!" How do I get out of here! Oh no! My foot is caught
in the conveyor belt! OW! Hot wax!It's melting my polyester suit."
        Emerging from the Carwash was a man who had undergone a few changes.
The once really swift blue ployester suit had melted in a skin tight body suit
that covered the face, and the Super Suds Soap(tm) had been soaked through the
pours of his skin, giving him a new sense of energy. He tried to speak, but,
the suit had covered his mouth, and when he moved his mouth, the ripping of
the polyester, caused a bit of pain. Smith walked in pain trying to get a
grasp of what had just happened when he failed to notice that he had walked
onto the street.
        "Hey Bob, Look at that weirdo on the street." Joe said, as he sat in
the passenger seat of the ford fairlane, baring down Smith.
        "What a goof," Bob replied, while driving
        "I'll bet you ten bucks, that when you hit him, he'll fly over the
roof"
        "let's find out.
        vrrrrrrooooooommmmmmm*thud*mmmmmmmm
        Smith body connected with pavement rather rudely.
        "I guess I owe you ten bucks" Bob said 
        Smith stood up. That was extremely painful, but apparenty he took no
damage. He marveled at the fact that other than pain he was okay, he never
noticed the kenworth. The truck connected squarel with him, and Smith was
given the chance to experience how a hood ornament felt. Finally the truck
swerved, throwing Smith clear. Again he stood up and marvelled about how other
than pain he was okay. He looked around to get his bearings. He saw a sign
that read: Flipper's Oceanarium. 
        "Hopefully they'll have a phone," Smith thought as he walked into the
compound. 

item: 54 
subj: new awakenings and the Lightening Force 
from: Flipper
on  : Wed  7-Dec-1994  6:47p

Flipper arrived back at the Oceanarium in a sort of a daze, beginning to
forget things that had happened to him in the other dimension. His top
priorities were to go home, have a nice warm bath, soak for a while, and go to
sleep. He hoped Carolina would be home, and a quick glance reminded the
narrator that he wasn't the least bit interested in feeling guilty.

He passed through the front gate and was about to head for the main building
when he heard a moaning sound, very weak, coming from the orca tank. He was at
first inclined to ignore it, until he remembered that the orcas were long
gone, and the tank was therefore pretty safe for him.

He approached the tank and looked in. Wayne looked pitifully back up at him.

"Wayne!?" called Flipper incredulously. "Are you ok? What happened?"

Wayne simply moaned again in reply.

Flipper looked quickly around, and noticed a man who seemed to be wearing a
rather rigid polyester body-suit standing near the gate, looking lost.

"Hey!" he called. "Come give me a hand over here!"

The man walked over, somewhat stiffly.

"Help me get him out of here and into the building," Flipper told him, jumping
down. The man jumped down behind him, and promptly collapsed from the 18 foot
drop. Flipper felt a little guilty until he saw the man stand up, apparently
unharmed, although moaning a little.

Eventually, between the two of them, they got Wayne into Flipper's living room
on the couch, and Flipper applied a cold towel to Wayne's forehead. He was
beaten pretty solidly. His eyes flicked open.

"Wayne, what happened?" asked Flipper. "Who did this to you?"

"They.. they're looking.. for you," grated Wayne.

"Who?" asked Flipper, looking at Smith. Smith shrugged.

"Are.. are you going to hit me again?" asked Wayne.

"Me? No!" replied Flipper.

"Good.. I'll be.. ok. After I rest.." Wayne passed out, but appeared to be
sleeping ok. Flipper stood up.

"Well, thanks," he said to Smith. "I didn't catch your name?"

Smith made some elborate hand gestures and pointed at his mouth, where the
melted polyester and wax compounds had sealed his mouth.

"That must be uncomfortable, do you want it off your mouth?"

Smith nodded rapidly.

Flipper attempted to peel some of the compound off Smith's mouth,but it was
simply too hard. He then tried a sharp knife, which broke. Then he tried a
hammer and chisel, but that simply rattled Smith's head. (For which Flipper
apologized repeatedly.)

Finally, at his wit's end, Flipper pulled out a small propane torch. Smith's
eyes went wide with fright, but Flipper was determined.

"Just hold still... this might hurt a little!"

     * * *

Carolina and Bud walked down the sunny, shiny street, window-shopping,
laughing, and generally having a very good time together. Carolina remarked to
herself how she'd like to have a little boy like Bud... well, maybe a little
more dolphin, but.. he was so full of life.

Bud, meanwhile, secretly wished that Carolina was his mother, since she seemed
to give him so much more freedom that he normally got when his mom took him
shopping, which was usually for hair spray and dresses and to talk with her
beauty parlor friends. Carolina actually looked at the toys with him, and
laughed at cartoon pictures, and lots of other things he liked. But, he
supposed that it would be a little weird to have a dolphin for a mom.

But, generally, they enjoyed their afternoon together, enough so that when
Carolina saw that it was nearly 4:30, she was genuinely surprised.

"I've got to get back to the Oceanarium!" she gasped. "I have to find out
what's going on! I can't believe I forgot!"

"What's wrong?" asked Bud. Seeing her sudden change from happy to frightened
make him nervous.

"It's nothing, Bud, really. But I have to go now.. and you better go home,
too. I had a really fun time today."

Bud mentally shook his head. 'Why did adults always lie to kids?' he wondered.
He knew something was up. But he pretended he hadn't caught on.

"Ok," he said, cheerfully. "See you later!" He turned and rounded a corner. A
moment later he peeked around the corner to see Carolina start down the street
and hail a cab. He'd have to take a shortcut to get to the Oceanarium before
her.

     * * *

Contrary to what Flipper warned, it hurt quite a lot. But Flipper did finally
manage to loosen a small piece of the plastic compound over Smith's mouth, and
with a mighty tug, he ripped it free, simultaneously ripping all of the
associated facial hairs free, too.

Though physically unhurt, Smith spent the next few moments rolling on the
ground in pain. Suddenly, he stood up, took a deep breath, and yelled.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!! owowowowowow!"

Smith bounced around the room, as Flipper watched with a concerned eye.

But, finally, the pain died down, and Smith paused, panting somewhat from his
exertion.

"Thanks," he said to Flipper, "I think." he offered a polyester-covered hand.
"My name is Smith. Do you have a phone?"

item: 55 
subj: that's fruit 
from: Captain C
on  : Wed  7-Dec-1994 11:50p

        "Yes," Flipper said, "The phone is down the hall, and take a right.
It's in my office."
        "Thanks," Smith said as he left the room.
        Smith rubbed the egdes around his mouth. Already they had smoothed out
and seemed to meld with his skin. He passed by a bathroom and decided that he
should take a good look at himself. The light flicked on, and Smith gasped at
his reflection. This was of course, the first time he had seen himself since
the carwash. Sure enough, he was covered from head to toe in a melted
polyester suit, except for some wax which had hardened into perfect see
through glass on his eyes. He also noticed to kinds of indentions on his back.
one that said KIUB and the other said HTROWNEK. "Most likely from those
vehicles," he thought to himself. Suddenly, an awful thought came across, as
he looked at the toilet. "Just How am I supposed to go in this thing?" He
sighed and went into the office to use the phone.

***** ****** ****** ****** ****** ***** ***** *** ** ** * * * *

        "I pity the fool who dresses up in cheap loincloth!"
        "Shut up!"
        !SOCK!
        "I pity the fool who maketh me lothe my teeth."

************** ********************* ******************* *************

        Elsewhere, the night was calm, as a lowly man plotted. He drank from a
McDonalds cup, and nibbled on a dried apple. He was working fervorishly on a
set of blue prints, and would pause every few moments to burst in gales of
meglomania. The author, tried to sneak up behind him, to see what he was
typing, but was thwarted by a well placed plothole. Now totally alone, the man
cackled and decide to turn in for the night.

######################## ###########################

        "Yes I would like to talk to Agent w," Smith spoke into the phone,
after being on hold for an hour. "No I will not hold. 
        Smith cursed as he was put on hold again, and waited for someone to
answer. Eventually, someone did.
        "Hello?" a voice asked in a deep spanish accent.
        "W, This is U, I need a favour," Smith talked into the phone, just
noticing an itch on his leg.
        There was a brief pause, "Uh.. (Now a cheap female voice) We're sorry,
but the call can not be completed. This number is no longer in service and is
in no ways connected to the top secret headquarters. Please hang up and don't
ever call again."
        The sharp click, of a phone hanging up rang through Smith's ears. He
tried to scratch his eg with dismal failure, and lost his temper. he tried
everything to get to the itch, but the polester could not be dented. The only
thing that had broke through was the propane torch, But Smith wasn't ready to
burn himself, just to get the itch. It was then that he had realized that his
ring had been melted off.
        "At last I'm rid of that stupid ring," Smith said to himself
        "Hey!" He heard the familiar sarcastic voice, "If we're talking
stupid, what about a guy who walks through a carwash and gets a suit melted on
to him. Then add, tyhat his ring melts in with the suit, to give the suit,
nigh invuneralbility."
        "What?"
        "The suit is now nigh invunerable, While you wear it, you can't be
killed, hurt yes, killed no. Of course fat chance of getting a suit off that
has melted into your pours and then hardened."
        Smith sighed, "So what happens when my bladder fills up?"
        "The author will think of something."
        Another sigh emitted from Smith and he walked back to where flipper
was. The suit/ring/whatever, agreed to keep quiet.

item: 56 
subj: true intentions are about to be revealed 
from: Captain C
on  : Thu 12-Jan-1995  1:08a

        Flipper stared at Smith, waiting for him to do something. It would
seem that Smith was in deep thought over something, and Flipper knew that it
would be rude to interrupt. Finally the pondering was over.
        "Do you have anything planned for the next couple of days?" Smith
asked Flipper.
        "Well," the dolphin started to say before being rudely interrupted by
the office door swinging open.
        Standing at the door was Stiener and Sequoia. Steiner glared around
the room, Sequoia pointed at Smith and laughed.

item: 57 
subj: last entry for me 
from: Captain C
on  : Fri 17-Feb-1995  1:44a

        Smith stared at flipper, waiting fr his reply. Suddenly, A thought
came to his mind.
        "Is something wrong?" Flipper asked looking at the changed expression
on Smith.
        "Uh... forget what I said before," Smith stated ina somewhat Zombie
state, "I suddenly have the starngest urge to go to Birma."
        With that said, Smith left the room, and walked out.

**** **** *** *** *** *** *** *** ** *** *** ***

        

item: 58 
subj: The road goes ever on 
from: Flipper
on  : Mon 27-Feb-1995  5:30p

Carolina walked in as Flipper stared at the door where Smith had left, heading
for Burma. She saw Flipper, and drew back, wondering if it was Fliporous. But
she caught a look in his eye, and recognized the honesty there. She smiled
inwardly, and ran to him, throwing her fins around him and holding him
tightly.

Flipper hugged her back, happy to see her, but caught somewhat off-guard.

"Carolina! I'm so happy to see you! Are you ok?"

"Oh, Flipper!" replied Carolina. She buried her beak against his chest and
chin. "I was worried about you. I didn't know what was going on! There was an
evil impersonator running around! And he.. he.."

"Hush, it's ok," replied Flipper. He lightly stroked her back, comforting her.
"I know, I had some pretty strange things happening to me. But I think it's
going to be ok now. I think, finally, that everything is going to be all
right."

Carolina snuggled in against him, smiling slightly. Somehow, in her heart, she
felt that he was right. But she had to ask. "Do you really think so?"

He held her tight, and smiled. "Yes, this time I really do."

They both stood silently, holding each other. They thought of their future
together, finally free from all the uncertainty of their past. A future where
they could settle down, and live a quiet life together.

The narrator bid them a silent farewell, finally freeing them to live without
plots, and faded out.
 

item: 59 
subj: I guess this has to close things up. 
from: Feral Ferret
to  : Whoever, (sigh)
on  : Mon 27-Feb-1995 10:39p

The scene changes to a nighttime city street; sodium lamps light overhead cast
a baleful, yellow glow on the ground, illuminating everything with a harsh,
unflattering glare.  Two people, the city's banes, stand closely together,
revelling in the light that would drive any other criminal away.

"Hey, baby," muttered Steiner, looming ever-so-slightly to cast a shadow on
Sequoia.

"What?" she asked, her face lighting up with an expression of almost baby-like
innocence.

"Time to move on, I think," he muttered, his voice so low the sound came out
almost as a growl.

"Where to?" she asked.

Steiner shrugged.  "Somewhere."

A click resounded from Sequoia's work, and the driver's side lock; that which
had spent all of twelve seconds picking, no longer served to keep unwanted
intruders out.  She giggled, opened the door, and climbed in, Steiner
following closely afterwards.

A few ripped wires from beneath the console, and the truck's engine roared
into life.  Hissing sounds greeted his seemingly random twisting of knobs and
levers.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Sequoia asked.

Steiner snorted softly.  "Of course I do," he replied, and clutching in, began
to send the truck in a weaving, sinuous curve down the road.

"Oh, okay," replied Sequoia, hastily fastening her seatbelt.

Smashed mailboxes and scraped car fenders marked their path of egress as
clearly as a marching band.




--- Maximus 2.01wb
 * Origin: Oceanarium--Wrath of the Killer Echomail Campaign from Mars
(1:163/438)

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