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Jacob Stone Arrive on Blue Dwarf with and upset look on his face. He kick a table in anger.
Jacob- Where were you people. No body notice I was gone. no ONE. You left me on thier to die while you play games to See if a Robotc Ann Nicole Smith could beat a Robotic Shakespear in the fight. Do You have any idea what hell I went through. I had to hitchhike with a bunch of Alien hookers. Therse weren't the high price hookers mind you. These ladies had more hair on thier chest then thier . They had bullet, wodden legs. I had to make out with them. All they did was eat chocalte. It was like gettin French kiss by Willy Wonka. Thier breath could melt metal. Thier faces could make a blind man and then burn his eyes for seeing it.  all the while I was thier I thought to myself "Surely they have a good reason for leaving me to die". Maybe it was alien invasion, or a planet blew up, maybe you got attack but some derange inbred moth. maybe Red Dward was finnaly found and the two hollys discuss find the Reality of siliclone Heaven. I was half expecting to see you guys getting butt probed by Aliens. But what to a I see a couple of Guy filled with curry and singing Raining men at a karokee Bar. What the heck were guys doing. Did some hot interglacitc babes come in her and give you a choice of either saving me or having mind blowing, knock your socks off, break your back, lave you in a coma, illegal in 7 galaxies sex. Because that I could some what understand. You bunch of Bloddy Bastards
Jacob walks out
2 guys who he was speaking to each other look at one another
guy 1- you know that guy
guy-2 - nope. more curry
guy- yes please
 
 

>From: "Sean 'Bruce Campbell' Mayer" >Reply-To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com >To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com >Subject: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Keto Versus Shakespeare >Date: Fri, 09 Mar 2001 16:22:56 -0000 > > "Umm, Lawrence, I have no idea how you think you're going to win >with this...stick. But it won't." > Shakespeare's smile vanished, and was replaced with a look of >annoyance. He'd spent a lot of time trying to come up with an idea, >and he was certain this would work. > "Excuseth me? You hath doubt'sd upon the capabalitlies of thy demon >Tybalt? A pox on you, ignoble competitor!" He said with vehemence. >Keto raised his arms in defiance. He stepped back towards the >refridgerator. > "I'm not trying to criticise, Lawrence, but you have to be real >here. Wake up from your middle english fantasy." He patted the top of >the immoblie Ointmentator. > "Your, TYBALT, has no chance against something as mighty as the >Ointmentator. It will be crushed." > "Charles, the onl'st thing to be crushed, are your spirits! The >landeth of golden'dt praise nears my fair waters!" Stated >Shakespeare, pulling the trolley close to him and looking down at his >stick. > "Hah, the Ointmentator could detroy your pathetic attempt any day >even in the state it's in now!" scoffed Keto. He patted the top of >his robot again and looked at Shakespeare. "That wouldn't even get to >the first round." > "Ah!" said Shakespeare, "Perchance, a Duel?" His eyes flashed >wildly. Keto looked at the Stick, and then at Shakespeare. > "Accepted!" he shouted. > Shakespeare waved his fist at Keto and ran over to one of the the >corner's of the room, whilst Keto moved his robot to the other side of >the room. Both adopted a fighting stance and looked at each other >with contempt. > From his medical viewscreen, Holly rolled his eyes. "I hope no one >is taken ill any time soon." > "Horatio," said Shakespeare, referrign to Holly. "An introduction >most suitable, if you please." > Holly sighed. > "Let the trial begin!" he said, in the style of a 20th century >comentator. > > The Ointmentator slowly moved forward on its crumbling tracks, >whilst Tybalt lay in the centre of the floor, Shakespeare standing >behind it. > "Any last words Tybalt?" asked Keto, moving the Ointmentator gently >forward with his remote control. > The stick said nothing. > "Forswear, Ointmentainter, words of finality spring forth!" > The refridegerator also said nothing. > "Shakespeare," said Keto. > "Keto," said Shakespeare. > "Now!" they said in unison. > There was a slight rumbling as the refridgerator moved slwoly >forward and then stopped. Sparks, once again, causing it to destory >the tracks and crush the engines. It fell to the floor, circuitry >broken and fizzing. Keto shouted loudly. > "Argh! Curse this wretched robot!" > Shakespeare grinned, his stick still lying on the trolley. > "Now, the turneth take effect," he said. Keto folded his arms, >wondering how on earth an inanimate stick would move and destroy a >refridgerator. His query was answered by shakespeare who picked up >the stick and charged at the Ointmentator, a battle cry sounding >around the medibay. He brought the stick down hard on the top of the >refridgerator and there was a small cracking noise as fine lines >appeared on the top of the shoddily built Ointmentator. > Keto could only stand still, forced to watch as his beloved ointment >storing device was gradually pummled by Shakespeare and his stick. > A few minutes later, after a lot of manic shouting and hitting, and >the wreckage of the Ointmentator lay on the ground with Shakespeare >standing over it victorious. > Keto looked up at Shakespeare, who stood smugly holding his stick. > "Well, I have to admit," began Keto, apologetically, "that stick of >yours is..." He was cut off as the top part of the stick seemed to >wobble then fall into pieces. Shakespeare and Keto looked down at the >pile of match sticks next to the metal wreckage. They looked up at >each other. > "...Also destroyed," finished Keto. > "Perhaps a truce, for a teameth we could employ, and then the honour >will be shared," suggested Shakespeare. > "Good idea, Team Medical we could be," nodded Keto. "Now if we >could just think of a robot." > Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com