Trisees Meet Shakespeare and Leninade

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Who: Lenin, Trisees, Shakespeare.
Where: Research base.
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"You have nothign to lose but your CHAINS!" shouted Lenin/Cerebrum
at the top of his voice. By now all of the away team weere looking
at the new sight before them.
shakespeare was breathing heavily and grolwing, a look of pure
hatred etched on his face. He was currently staring at Chrysler.
Trisees, happy that the operation had been a success, walked over to
his body double and put a friendly arm over Shakespeare's shoulder.
"We're finally free then, Mr shakespeare," he said, smiling.
shakespeare's head turned to see Trisees grinning.
"THOU!" he snarled viciously. "Rarr!" he let out a primeval growl
and secured two firm hand holds around Trisees neck before pushing
them both to the ground. they toppled over, until Trisees was lying
on the bottom and shakespeare was sitting on top, his hands still
around Trisees neck and the look of hate on his face. Trisees
meanwhile gagging for air and trying to pull shakespeare's hands
away.
"Thou maketh me ILLS'T!" he exclaimed, tightening his grip and
slamming Trisees' head against the cold floor steel. There was thud
after sickening thud as Trisees head connected with the floor again
and again. Trisees eyes began to water, and small drops of blood
began to appear underneath the spot where Trisees head was hitting.
There was a loud thump, and the expression on Shakespeare's face
changed from one of hate to one surprise. He closed his eyes and
fell forward, releasing his grip around Trisees neck and falling
unconscious. Above him and Shakespeare, Trisees could just about
make out the figure of Jay Chrysler, holding a steel bar and looking
grim.
"You okay, Lawrence?" he asked, reaching down and pulling the
scientist to his feet. Trisees reached around the back of his head
and felt it. Pulling it away revealed a large amount of blood.
"I may need some patching up, My Chrysler. Thank you for saving
my life," he said.
Chrysler nodded.
"Anytime," he said, looking down at the unconscious body of
Shakespeare sprawled over the floor. It was then that he noticed
the watch around Shakespeare's arm. He looked back at Trisees. He
too was wearing a watch.
"Trisees, you both haves watches still, and they both seem to be
counting down. What does that mean?" Chrysler asked.
"Umm, I'm not entirely sure, Mr Chrysler, but we'll find out in 57
hours," he said haphazardly smiling.
By now the whole away team had crowded round the machine, Lenin
and the phsycial dual personality.
"What's goign on here. Lights shorting, sparks, thuds?" asked
Keto.
"Not some kind of party is it?"
"The communist party?" queried Lenin.
"What?" asked Keto.
"Two Trisees?" asked Coffey.
"I need some explanations!" stated Tara.
"Don't we all," muttered wildlfower.
"Everyone!" shouted Trisees smiling.
"Allow me,
"I have been separated again. Into Myself, Trisees and Mr
Shakespeare, who is currently unconscious due to bad behaviour.
"Cerebrum here has my condition and has had his body taken over by
the past life he once led: Lenin.
"I have a badly bleeding head, and I think I will soon be
unconscious due to it. so if you'd be so kind as to patch me up Dr
Keto.
"Shakespeare si unconscious becasue he nearly killed me.
"And I think that's all." Trisees grinned, and fell over, landing
on top of Shakespeare's body.
"Just great," muttered Keto.
<Tageth! Which'st fouleth stench be nexteth?!>
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