Strike Three! Yer Out!

Dingles grinned - metaphorically - and turned towards the new
target. "I'll leave that little statement down to your monthly
chemical imbalance and see that I don't pelt you with other items,
wayward wench!"
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"Bad move, Tweety!" was the last thing Dingles heard before the guitar was
smashed across his head. The force of the blow knocked the parrot to the
ground. "Choke on that, Slapnuts!" Dirk said as he grabbed the bird. "Now to
teach you a little leason."
He carried the wisecracking bird over to the bar. Dirk searched the line of
magnets on the wall. "This one will do perfectly," he said as he grabbed one
that said "Give a hoot! Don't pollute!" "Now, if I'm up to par on my mechaniod
enginneering, and I am, then your Motor Relay Unit would be
right...about...THERE!" Dirk placed the magnet on the back of the bird's head.
Up to that point, Dingles had been fighting and squawking; but as soon as Dirk
placed the magnet, he stopped.
"Here's another mantel piece for you, Owen," Dirk said while handing the frozen
bird to the bartender. "I think he'll go nicely between the picture of Pauly
Shore and the bust of Tom Greene. Kind of a motiffe of annouyances."
Dirk grabbed his money and headed off to his room. After a shower and change of
clothes, he headed back to McKenzies to replace his guitar. After finding one
that suited him, he returned to the bar. "Sorry for the unscheduled break.
Now, back to the entertaining." As Dirk began to sing, he looked at the
incapacitated parrot on the mantel between Pauly and Tom. "You can't always get
what ya want. No, you can't always get what ya want. But if you try sometime,
you just might find you get what ya need!"
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