Half a mechanoid and a 18th of a Hamster.

Who: White Wolf.
When: Hey, my watch *was* stuck somewhere beneath some duct tape, and
it just got stomped on by some very inconsiderate giants!
Where: Outside the Medi-bay.
<Begin stone carving, picking up where I last left off... Alright, I
admit it was back in Msg # 4506!>
"He's getting away again." said D2 quietly while pointing towards the
little hamster.
Who suddenly upon realising everyone in the drive room was looking at
him, merely puffed up as large as he could, and performed a SBD
(silent but deadly). And quickly disappeared into the mouse hole,
leaving behind a smell that rivalled any stink bomb ever made.
The SBD fueled hamster/duct tape cacoon shot down the vent behind the
mouse hole, glanced off a corner, and went bouncing through a long
bendy metal ventilation tube, crashed through a vent in the medi-bay,
shot accross the medi-bay and out the doors just as they were closing
behind Phil.
<End stone carving...>
For a few seconds, the duct tape ensconced little hamster drifted and
squirmed until the gravity suddenly came back on.
"Aw, *&%$#!" muttered the little hamster as he fell head first and
went <Ker-plink!> off the floor, and into unconsciousness from yet
another nasty knock to the noggin.
Sometime later, the woozy little hamster came to and freed himself
from his duct tape cacoon, and was in the process of standing up
while shaking his head, when the ground suddenly shook.
The little hamster looked up wildly as a giant communist, and a
couple of giant security officers headed his
way. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Screamed the little four
inch hamster as he quickly scrambled towards the nearest hole he
could find, bounced off the wall twice because he didn't fit, then
darted under a discarded cardboard potnoddle cup, and quickly crab
walked it around the corner and out of their way.
"Whew!" sighed the little hamster as they passed by without further
event. Suddenly, he and the cardboard potnoodle cup were scooped up &
tossed into a rolling trashcan, and was quickly covered by more
refuse being tossed on top of him.
It took the little hamster sometime to climb out from underneath &
get to the top, and catch a glimpse of Kartina hoisting the trash can
up towards a trash dump chute.
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OOC (out of character) - Please note that this bit happened *BEFORE*
Katrina was kidnapped by Dark Katrina.
Bic (Back in character)
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The little hamster quickly waved and yelled, "Miss Katrina Swete!"
trying to get her attention, but it was too late. He found himself
sliding down the chute along with the rest of the trash. Cursing
loudly all the way down, and landing with a soft <ploof!> in the Blue
Dwarfs trash processing area.
As the little four inch hamster finally wrestled himself to the
surface of the mound of trash once more, he heard an
enraged "SQUEEK!" as Bobo, the late Captain Cannon's pet, gnashed his
teeth and voiced his extreme displeasure at having his treasure trove
being invaded by yet another infidel rodent.
"Hey Bobo, I'm not after your dinner, Alright?" Replied the little
hamster scrambling out of Bobo's way as Bobo greedily grabbed away a
half rotten apple core, "Here have a piece of cheese on me." finished
the little hamster shoving a hunk of moldly cheese towards Bobo.
The four inch hamster glanced around the immense mound of trash and
muttered quietly, "Bloody 'ell! How do I get into these things? Or
more to the point, How do I get out of this place?"
"SQUEEK!!!" said Bobo.
"Sorry, But 'rodentspeak' wasn't included in my classical education.
You'll just have to show me rather than tell me." replied the little
hamster looking at the ceiling in askance.
Bobo shook his head before simply waddling off over the trash.
"Hey, cut me some slack! This is my first day being pipsqueak sized.
It takes a bit of getting used to when you've been six foot one all
your life..." retorted the little hamster as he followed the other
rodent, who had just exited through a small mouse hole in one of the
walls at the side of the trash processing area.
"NNNGGGGGHHHHH! That hole could use some widening ya know!" Muttered
the little hamster squeezing through the hole as Bobo began walking
up an electrical cable, pausing to wait for the little hamster to
catch up.
"What?!? I gotta tightrope walk too? Sheesh, I never knew a *real*
hamsters life would be so demanding." Lamented the little four inch
hamster while trying to balance himself on the cable and slipping
twice.
Bobo nimbly turned around and continued on up the cable.
After what seemed to the little four inch hamster like a muscle
straining *eternity* later...
Bobo comes to the top of the electrical cable and hops off, and
scuttles through another mousehole. The little four inch White Wolf
follows. They were at Vinny the Soprano's concert. The two of them
quickly scrambled through the audience and beneath stage, where the
little four inch hamster got the fright of his life as he bumped into
a disembodied head.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" he shrieked, and then recovered as he recognised
it, "Oh Thank goodness! It's just WD-40's head. I really ought to
have a long talk with Phil about taking proper care of other people's
possessions."
The Mechanoid's eyes blinked, and then Wd-40's head said, "Odd. That
didn't sound like Mr. Soprano. Why hello, Mister White Wolf. I'm
sorry to say that I had a run in with a unsavory character named Jay
Chrysler, who has apparently has a penchant for using powertools in a
most unbecoming fashion."
Bobo's eyes grew wide at the disembodied speaking head, let out a
startled squeak and suddenly darted away in fright.
"Darn... You just scared away my guide." stated White Wolf glumly as
he watched Bobo climb over WD-40's torso (that some crewmember had
propped up next to the lift) and disappeared into another
mousehole, "Hmph! At least, I ain't the only one who is having a bad
day. Oh well, there's nothing for it, let's get you fixed up, WD."
"NNNGGGAAAHHHHH", grunted the Little hamster as he strained to roll
the mechanoids head right side up, but couldn't budge it.
"ok, new tactic." said the little hamster running around, and opening
a hatch on the top of the head, then climbing in.
"Excuse me sir, but I think whatever your doing tickles." Remarked WD-
40 giggling slightly.
"Never mind that." Came the little hamsters muffled reply, "Now roll
with me, if you can!"
Suddenly the head lurched to one side and began to roll, as WD-40
objected, "Sir, please mind your step, that's my optical sensor your
stepping on."
<Kerplunk!> WD-40's left eye suddenly popped out of it's socket and
skittered accross the floor.
"Sorry, Sorry! We'll come back for it later. Right now, we need to
pick up speed to get over towards the lift." Said the little hamster
from inside Wd-40's head as it rolled out from underneath the stage
and bounced towards the lift.
A few minutes of drunken crewmembers game of 'kick around the head',
and one very motion sick hamster later...
"Now, if you can just direct me to your torso... Oh here it is!
RRAATTHHHUPP... Opps Sorry! I'll clean that little mess up later.
Let's see, I should be able go in here, and manually reactivate your
torso and get your hands to reattach your head."
Within seconds, the mechanoid hands come to life, gropped around and
grabbed WD-40's head, then placed it back in it's proper place.
"Ahh. That's more like it." Said the muffled voice of the
hamster, "Now just let me reconnect your systems so you can have
control of your torso again. NNNGGGGHH! Uh oh, I don't have enough
strength to pull the wires back together. Alright, this is going to
hurt me more than it's going to hurt you."
<ZZZTTTTTT!!!> "YEOW! NNNNNOW, OPPPPEN YYYYOUR TTTTORSO ANDDDD PPPPUT
TTTTTHE WWWWIRES BBBBBACK TTTTTOOOGGEETTHEER" screeched the little
hamster through chattering teeth.
"Yes Sir" said Wd-40, as he popped out his torso and quickly
reattached the two wire which the little hamster was using himself to
jumper. By the time WD-40 was done, the little hamsters fur was
smoking.
"IIII'mmmm AAAAAwakkkkke, AAAAAAllie!" Chattered the sizzling hamster.
"Are you alright, Sir?" asked WD-40, carefully picking up the little
rodent and holding him up.
"No need to shock me again... Oh, It's you, WD-40." Continued the
little hamster coming out of it looking all spikey furred.
"Do you need to visit the medi-bay?" inquired the concerned looking
Wd-40 as he placed the little hamster on his right shoulder.
"Whatever for? Keto's a Doctor, not a veterinarian. Besides, going
back there might give those giants a second crack at making me toe
jam. Let's go fetch your left eye ball."
"But sir, I don't have my legs yet."
"Just walk on your hands."
"It's not in my program, Sir."
"Don't give me that - Holly could probably do it. It's just like
aerobics, put both hands on the floor and push that paunch of yours
forward." Snapped the little hamster with irratation.
<Clang! Thump! Womp! Clang! THUMP! WOMP! Clang! Thump! Ka-Wang!>
"Alright, you proven you aren't very good at that. Why don't we work
on you just dragging yourself the rest of the way..."
"Um, Yes sir."
<SCCCRRREEEECCCHH! SCREEECHHH!!>
"Never mind. I'll go get it." Said the little hamster as he jumped
off WD-40's shoulder, and scampered underneath the stage and quickly
returned with the missing left eye.
The mechanoid accepted it, plugged it back it in, and remarked, "Ahh.
I've got stereoscopic vision once again, Sir!"
"Good. Now put me back on your shoulder and let's try waving down one
of our fellow crewmembers for help finding your missing legs."
replies White Wolf.
<Tag! Anyone want to come to a four inch hamsters & half a mechanoids
aid?>
- WW