Re: Flying Pancake

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The sharp harpoon (made of Melchwimp's foot... or whatever) speared
straight through the robot's polycarbon head, making robotic cooling
fluid spray out like blood.
The harpoon however didn't stop, it passed straight through and if
it
carried on it's current course the next thing it would hit would be
Jay's leg....
<end snip>
Jay screamed in pain and dropped his rifle as he the harpoon
punctured his left calf muscle and protruding out the other side,
looking up he saw the sheepish face of Justin over on a taller
building across the street. "Mother Fu....." he started, before he
realised that Justin was rapidly getting further away.
Actually, no, Justin wasn't moving at all...Jay was, the harpoon had
stuck, halfway through his leg and was now pulling him toward the
edge of the building.
"Dammit..." as he was towed over the edge, he reached out to grab
the ledge but was pulled along too quickly and swiftly vanished over
the side.
Justin meanwhile was having similar problems, still holding onto
Melchwimp's harpoon gun form, it didn't take long for him to realise
that the weapon was created in full accuracy, including the line
between the launcher and the harpoon that would usually have been
used to retrieve whatever prey had been speared by the projectile,
the coil of rope on the floor was unravelling fast, and Justin
didn't even have time to react before the rope went taught, and
Justin too, was pulled off the edge of the building on which he
stood.
Both Jay and Justin it turned out were lucky. Each others weight
preventing the other from falling to their imminent deaths. They
each reached the point where gravity took them as far as it could
with the inconvenient length of rope between it's two catches and
both Pancake and Chrysler swung hard into the opposite sides of the
same building, and hung there, dangling on the opposite ends of a
rope, hundreds of feet above cold tarmac below, with a Krylon
soldier robot impaled by the rope between them both, atop the
building.
A krylon soldier robot impaled in the middle, by a rope that was
quickly unravelling.
<tag>
--- In JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com, "henrypote_ma"
<henry_pote_ma@...> wrote:
>
> Justin rolled to avoid the next databurst. It was a large blast of
> ones and zeroes that fortunately he could see coming. He pulled
> Melchwimp to the ground and the blast exploded over the top of
them,
> scattering gigabytes worth of data over them.
>
> "That was a close one!" Justin said, and peered back over the small
> wall to the Krylon that had fired it. He seemed to be turning away.
> "Agh, what's this on my leg?"
> The data had reformed into small chunks of spam email and were
> attacking the bottom of his trouserlegs. Justin stomped at the
> erroneous data to make sure it didnt climb up his leg.
> "What is this shit?"
> "It's a spam weapon." Said Melchwimp. "It's intended to annoy and
> distract you whilst the Krylons can get close enough to finish you
off
> with their HD Knife, or their Blu-ray axe."
>
> Justin stamped more furiously. The data had now transformed into
tiny
> Africans who were telling him about a huge amount of money they
wanted
> to transfer to his account. "Get off me, I don't care about your
scam!
> And no, I don't want any viagra!"
>
> Fortunately Melchwimp transformed into an email filter and deleted
them.
> "Thanks dude! I've never seen anyone transform as well as you do. I
> saw a pet polymorph once but it just turned into a bunny rabbit
and a
> bouncy ball." Justin said. Melchwimp just shrugged, it was second
> nature to him so he didnt see the skill as anything particularly
special.
>
> Justin looked over the edge of the building they were on top of.
> "You're right, he's coming up the fire escape. Quick turn yourself
> into a gun so I can fire you. A bazukoid or something!"
> "And fire what?"
> "Bullets. Explosive ones. Quick!"
> "No!"
> "Are you saying you can't?"
> "No. I'm saying I don't want to! If I transform into a gun, I also
> have to transform into the bullets. Which means you'd be firing my
> equivalent of your foot, or finger, or... whatever, at the enemy!"
> Justin thought about this. "So?"
> "So, I don't want to loose my foot!"
> "Well it won't be your foot..."
> "No. But it will be part of me. Do you often cut bits of your own
body
> off and throw them at your enemies?"
> "Not in the last..." he checked his watch. "...four months."
> "Thats it, you can fight your own war. Bye."
> "No wait! I have money remember... for your drug addiction!"
> Menchwimp transformed into a scruffy tramp. Maybe this was his real
> form, or maybe he was doing it for visual effect. "Okay" he said
sullenly.
>
> Justin grinned. "This reminds me of this time I went to a D.A.C
> meeting at college."
> "What's D.A.C?"
> "Cadets Against Dyslexia."
>
> An explosion cut him off. "Look, the Krylon has spotted Jay and the
> others. We need to shoot him now!"
> "But my foot... or whatever."
> "We can get it back."
> "Are you seriously suggesting that you fire my foot... or whatever
at
> a Krylon, and then retrieve it from his lifeless body."
> "Don't get squeemish, He's a robot."
>
> The polymorphic Melchwimp sighed and turned into a harpoon
gun. "Don't
> miss!" The barrel of the gun contorted into lips to tell him.
>
> Justin closed one eye and aimed. The Krylon had climbed up onto the
> roof and was now dangerously close to springing on Jay and the
other
> team members, who were too busy shooting at other enemies to
notice.
>
> The sharp harpoon (made of Melchwimp's foot... or whatever) speared
> straight through the robot's polycarbon head, making robotic
cooling
> fluid spray out like blood.
> The harpoon however didn't stop, it passed straight through and if
it
> carried on it's current course the next thing it would hit would be
> Jay's leg....
>
>
> Tag – Does it hit Jays leg?
>