SOL Mike and Tom ran through a field, towards a large, electric fence. On the other side, Crow scuttled across the field as well. The group reunited at the fence and, with the power cut, embraced through it. ....well, okay, Mike hugged Crow, and Tom just sorta bashed himself into the fence. Things were cheerful, and the group was happy, until Tom swiveled around a bit and, turning to Mike, asked, "Do you hear something?" Mike's head shot up, and slowly, it turned. A familiar tone. He had lost his phone earlier in the day. And he knew what had happened to it. As the human turned around, his eyes slowly widened. There, at the edge of the forest, stood the largest, most horrible creature he had ever seen. Gritting his teeth, Mike hissed out the word "RUN." Grabbing Tom to get a speed advatage, Mike took off along the fence-line, the beast chasing not far behind. He knew that if he didn't escape, he'd be on tonight's menu. Luck was on his side this day, however, and he came upon a gap in the fence. He dove through it just in time. Catching his breath, and grinning at Crow, Mike turned back to look at the 3-story Yajirobe. "We did it guys....we're safe." ..Or at least, he thought they were. Just as Mike's breathing returned to normal, the titanic Yajirobe rushed the fence, tripped, and rolled on through it. Mike's eyes widened again, and he grabbed the bots. There was a storage shed close by, and he made a mad dash for it. Yajirobe slowly rolled over and pushed himself up, narrowing his eyes at the escaping meal. With a somewhat less-than-menacing roar, he waddled grumpily after Mike and company, who were just getting through the door of the shed. Mike set Crow down and let Tom hover on his own again, spinning around to lock up the door. Crow tilted his head. "Mike? What're you doing?" Mike didn't so much as turn his head as he answered, "Keeping that behemoth OUT of here!" The bots exchanged a glance, then Tom yelled, "CUT!" The shed around them faded into the ever-so-familiar square holocabana. Mike, who was still trying to lock the door, fell over onto his face. "OWW! Tom, why'd you kill the simulation?" Tom scowled. "This is lame! Why can't we run from DINOSAURS?!" Mike stood, dusting off his jumpsuit. "Now, Tommy, you know that we can't add new material to the 'cabana until we get SOURCE material...Gojirobe there was as close to a dinosaur as I could get!" Gypsy poked her head through the door and, as usual, let the boys know that the Mads wanted them ASAP. As they left, Mike groaned, "Well, let's go see what Paul Bunyan and Babe want..." Following behind, Crow leaned in and whispered, "'Gojirobe'....?" Deep 13 ------- Dr. F was rolling a wheelbarrow along, which contained various spare Frank parts. Passing by, he noted that his group of trained raptors were standing at attention. "Ahh, Mike..." Look, I've gotta work on my project today... Frank keeps...destroying himself." He scowled a bit. "I did, however, find something that SHOULD drive you insane enough until you see what I have planned. Now go watch it. For great... bases and zigs or however the hell that stupid thing goes... hit the button, Frank." And, on cue, one of the arms from the wheelbarrow raised up and smashed the button. SOL --- Mike winced slightly as the bots sung a resounding chorus of I Fall To Pieces, then they all proceeded to go haywire when the lights and klaxons went off. [Season 9 door sequence] Tom: The hell are we even WATCHING? Mike: It WOULD have been nice if the good doctor had bothered telling us how we were going to die this time... >Believe All: No! >I'm just an ordinary Crow: Triffid... >woman, yeah, I should call myself a woman instead of a girl now. Tom: I mean, I am fifty years old and the mother of ten children... >After all, I'm twenty years old, even though I'm really small. Mike: Oh, maybe it's a first-person Slayers fic! Tom: As long as they don't Giga Slave into the Eva universe, I'm fine with it... >I only stand five foot one inches and weigh eighty-something pounds. Crow: What, at twenty? Mike, is that normal? Mike: Well, if you have an eating disorder, maybe... >I also look a lot younger then I really am, appearing to be only >fourteen or fifteen. Tom: Yuh-oh...this can't be Slayers... Mike: *looks up* Crap, I think you're right. Crow: So... self-insertion, then? Tom: Aw, dammit, not ANOTHER one! Mike: There there, guys. We survived Gojirobe and those weird Velocirectum things Tommy dreamt up... Tom: I told you! I must've written over Jurassic Park 1 with a horror movie! It's not my fault, blame HBO! I didn't make up "Creatures From Uranus"! >It got me teased a lot when I was younger, Mike: "You're only 40 pounds?! Christ, girl, what keeps you from floating away?!" Tom: "Are you Olive Oyl and Popeye's illegitimate daughter?" Crow: "Ever think of going into an illustrious career as a garden hose?" >but now people just seem surprised when I tell them Tom: I'm Spartacus Crow: I'm gay, have a wart that looks like Dick Cheney, and I've been goosed by martians. Mike: I was downwind of a gaseous Goku and lived! >my age. I also have to take medicine because I'm Mike: Clinically dead Tom: Clinically insane Crow: ...as hairy as Robin Williams. >hyperactive. Three times a day, I take a triangular, orange pill >called Dexedrine. Mike: And you're telling us....WHY? Tom: I sense a great disturbance in the Force... Crow: Yeah...no good can come from this. >What do I look like? All: A bean pole. >Umm…lets see here… I have really, really long Crow: Armpit hair. Mike: Crow! That was...somewhat gross! Crow: I coulda said something a loooot worse, believe me. Mike: Well what else IS there exce...oh, EW.... >golden brown hair that grows past my waist Mike: *chokes* Crow: What the hell?! I don't make the joke and she DOES? But... WHY is hair growing from below her waist? WHY? Mike: I feel nauseous... >and dark blue eyes. Obviously, I'm skinny with little or no curve in >my figure, except maybe my hips. All: Of course. Crow: *muttering* Bite me, Twiggy. >My face is kind of long with a slightly pointed chin and my mouth has >a strange-looking curve to it, but my dad says I look like my Grandma. >So I don't mind it when he calls me 'Grandma-Face' All: *stare in a mix of horror and shock* Mike: What the hell kind of father IS he?! Tom: Is that a girl, or the kid from "Mask"?! >as one of his pet-names for me. Tom: Yeah, I love you TOO, Yak-nads. >I wear a cross around my neck all the >time because Tom: "...I'm trying to ward off vampires?" Crow: Yeah, well, I don't think Calista there has anything to worry about. A vampire would take one look at her, then wander off boggling over how a human can live without BLOOD. >I'm converting to a Catholic. On my right hand, I wear a yin-yang mood >ring on my index finger, a small gold ring with a heart on my middle >finger and my ruby class ring on my ring finger(wrapped in tape so it >won't fall off). Mike: So...why is she wearing jewelery that needs TAPE to keep on? Tom: Why is she telling us her dad calls her GRANNY-FACE?! Mike: Point. >On my left hand, I wear a silver twisted Tom: Sister? >ring that I made in high school jewelry class, and on my middle >finger, I wear just a simple gold band. My legs are Mike: Oh, lemme guess - she's bowlegged and has no shins. >slightly long and I have my dad's toes, which gives me the ability to >use them to pick things up. Crow: ARGH! What's WRONG with the author? First her BIZARRE little nickname, then her RINGS and crap, then her legs, and now she fills us in on the lovely fact that she has prehensile TOES?! >How do I know that I inherited that from my dad? Simple. My mom can't >pick things up with her toes, and my second toe is longer then my big >toe just like on my dad's foot. Tom: Bet they hold contests on who can pick up the most inane crap with their feet at reunions. Mike: Anyone hear that? Oh yes, that's the sound of INBREEDING. >Anyway, enough about what I look like! Now, should I tell you my name? All: No! >OK, I'll tell you my first name, but that's all you'll get. Call me >Cyndi. Mike: Call me Ishmael... >And yes, I did get teased about my name with stuff like 'Cyndi Lauper' >or 'Cindy Crawford'. Tom: Then I came home, and dad called me 'Granny-Face', so in retrospect, being 'insulted' by being called a singer and an actress REALLY wasn't so bad! >I don't even spell my name like Cindy Crawford! Some people are just >weird, I suppose, including me. Crow: She's taking all the fun out of this! >Now that you know what I look like and what my name is, I'll tell you >my tale. As strange and amazing as it may be. Mike: Meaning - It'll be boring as hell and involve someone having sex, I'll bet. Tom: This IS going to be painful, isn't it, Mike? Mike: Yes. Yes it will be. >I was walking home from K-Mart one morning, having gone out since my >dad was home that day and was hogging my computer to Crow: ...look at porn. Tom: Send out a new worm virus! Mike: Go worship Piro? >play Cribbage online. All: Dickweed. >The air was really humid and hot, and I was sweating quite a bit. Tom: Oh lovely. So long as she doesn't indicate where or how bad, I'm FINE with this... >There was dirt and rocks crunching up under my thongs Bots: GAAAAAH! Mike: No, no, guys, not 'thong' like butt-floss....'thongs'...y'know? Flipflops! Crow: Oh...yeah, those things. Tom: *muttering* My head came THIS close to exploding, and now the mental image just won't go away! *sobs* >because there was construction work going on around the overpass I >need to walk under to get to and from K-Mart. The noise from the >pile-driver Crow: The wrestling album? Mike: If Hulk Hogan comes in and no-sells a Kamehameha, I'm leaving. >sent vibrations into my sternum, and the jackhammers were really >killing my ears. Tom: Crow, if you even DARE say anything perverted about this girl... Crow: Hey, hey, hey... I'm not THAT messed up. I only go after ones that're pretty. ...And being named Granny-Face sure doesn't make me want to track her down for fanservice. >Right as I neared the edge of the construction work, a tall man >wearing a black hood All: Darth Maul! Mike: Didn't he die? Tom: I got better... >peeked around the corner and looked at me, or at least I think he >looked at me. Crow: "My poor vision combined with my aging face-rot kinda screwed with me occasionally..." >I couldn't tell because the hood was hiding his face. From what I >could tell, he was probably a bum or something like that, because the >black garment he was wearing was filthy. Tom: So...NOT Darth Maul? Damn! Crow: We never get any breaks! Sith Lords, I beg thee, help us! >"Hey." The person said to me. His voice sounded like he was an old >man, and it was also strangely familiar to me. Mike: Any guesses, boys? Tom: Not really. Uh-hey, Mike... Mike: Ee-yeeeees? Tom: What was with the Kamehameha joke? We weren't told what this thing was about. Mike: Uh... ...okay, I admit it, I've seen this thing before! Crow: Say what?! Mike: I was young, all the kids were reading it! Crow: Shame on you, Michael J. Nelson! Tom: Well what IS it ab... oh no. Mike, PLEASE tell me the author isn't sticking herself into the Dragonball Z world... Mike: *looks away* I can't do that, Tommy... Tom: NOOOOOOOOOOOO! >But I couldn't put my finger on it, and kept walking because I didn't >realize it was me that was being spoken to. "Girl." Tom: Very good, He-man. Wanna try forming complete sentences next time? >The man said again, and this time I turned around to look at him. > >"You talking to me?" Crow: "Are YOU talkin' to ME?! I don't see anyone ELSE here, so you MUST be talkin' to me!" >I asked, pushing my sunglasses up on my nose as I peered at the hooded >man from behind them. Tom: I'm too COOL to look at hobos! >The man walked towards me slowly, "I'm not going to hurt you." Crow: Oh, hi Jack. Tom: "...I'm just gonna bash your brains in!" >He paused a moment and the hood lowered as he looked down at what I >first assumed was my chest. All: Nahhh. Tom: Could be worse. She COULD be getting called Granny-Chest. Mike: ...Thank you, Tom. Now I'll never be able to have children. >There isn't much to see there Crow: I don't believe this, she's picking up lines we're missing! Tom: Kinda takes the fun out of it when the author's downplaying herself. >and I was starting to get a little nervous, but then the man said >gently, "That's an interesting shirt you're wearing there." Mike: Is that...cotton? >"Huh? Oh." Crow: "Hello again!" Tom: "What? Oh, it's you. I don't like you." >I looked down at my T-shirt. It was a black Dragon Ball Z T-shirt with >Japanese writing on the front. Tom: ARGH! Crow: So, Mike, how the hell much of this travesty have you read, and when did you plan to TELL US?! Mike: I've only read the first chapter, I swear! >On the back, it had a picture of Piccolo, Goku, Gohan and Vegeta. I >showed him the back of the shirt just so he could see the guys shown >there. "I watch the show all the time. Love every minute of it." Mike: Oh, that's nice. WHO THE HELL ARE THEY?! >"I see…" Said the old man, reaching under the cloak he was wearing to >pull out Tom: GAH! Crow: No. NO bum sex! Mike: *shudders* Crow, could you PLEASE watch how you phrase things?! Crow: .... Bots: ARGH! >a small silver box which was about the size of a cassette tape holder, >but thicker and heavier looking. Crow: Will you marry me? Tom: ....no! Crow: Will you gimme a dollar? Tom: NO! >He had black leather gloves on, so I couldn't see his hands, and >almost didn't see them move until the silver box gleamed a little in >the light. "I have a gift for you. Mike: Unless it transforms her into someone easy on the eyes, I don't CARE! >Please trust me, I am not here to harm you. I know you're not supposed >to take gifts from strangers, but this should be the only exception." Crow: Betcha she takes it on principle... Mike: Aw, c'mon, Crow. I have the advantage. ...If you could call it that. >I would have said no, but this man seemed so kind and caring. >"O-OK…I'll take the gift, mister." Crow: *Facefault!* Mike: I toldja so... >The man placed the box into my hands. It was metal, very warm to the >touch from being either in the sun or in his clothes for so long. Tom: Yeah, keeping something lodged up your ass for long periods of time'll DO that to something. >"Thank you." > >"No. Thank you." He replied as I looked down at the box. Mike: Smells like my boyfriend - Gimpy-Wang! Tom: MIKE! Mike: I'm sorry! It just...popped into my head! >"Hey, maybe I can buy you something to-" I stopped talking when I >looked up and noticed the man was just gone. Crow: This ALWAYS happens, bums come up to me, give me boxes, then LEAVE. >I didn't hear him walk away, he wasn't across the street. He had just >vanished. "-eat…how weird! Hmm." I shrugged to myself, put the silver >box into my fanny pack and walked the rest of the way home. Tom: Oh good, now we get to meet her idiot parents, I'll bet. Crow: Think she'll list their communicable diseases? >By the time I got there, the sky had gotten pretty dark and the breeze >was picking up. My mom Mike: Who we called Chowder-Breath... >was walking out the door to go run her usual Friday errands, Tom: Grocery store, dentist, whorish 5th Avenue... >and my dad was sitting in the living room, channel surfing between >golf, car-races and baseball games. Mike: Hi Yak-nads! Tom: Hi Granny-Face! Crow: I'm leaving! Dinner's in the freezer! Mike: Bye mom! Tom: Bye Lazy-Eye! >"Hey Cyndi? If we start having a storm, get off that computer, OK?" My >mom spoke from the door. Tom: Wow, Ultra-Bitch...she hadn't gone NEAR it yet! How the hell could she get off of it when she wasn't on it, you stupid, stupid woman? >"Whatever, mom. See ya." I said back, then heard the little bell on >the dead-bolt tinkle Crow: Well that's new...a door's lock taking a whiz... >as she closed the door. The kitchen was directly to my left, and I >could see the TV from where I was. The TV was on, so I knew right away >that Tom: ...dad was watching porn. >my computer was free. > >"Hey kid!" Dad piped up from over on the couch. Crow: Damn, the old man caught me! Now I'll never get to see Piccolo naked! Mike: *winces* Tom: DBZ porn just seems... wrong. >"Hi daddy." I answered, remembering finally to take off my sunglasses >as I wiped the sweat off my forehead. Crow: Oh, and she's been in the house HOW long? I mean, you'd think after bumping into ten things she'd get the idea, but... "Well, now that you're home, I'll go visit your grandpa and Mike: ...go to the nudie bar! w00t! Tom: Watch "Granny Love, Part II..." Mike: ...glad I didn't eat lunch... >probably go bet on a few races or play cards. Don't leave the house, >OK?" Said my dad as he flicked off the TV and started putting on his >socks. Crow: This is important to the plot HOW, exactly? >By that time, I was in my room and could hear him zipping up his black >boots. "No problem." I took off my fanny pack, tossed my sunglasses >aside and flicked on my computer. Tom: And the computer flicked her OFF. Crow: Can't say as I blame it, either... >While it went through the cycle of telling me that all the programs >were working, I took off my shoes, told my black and white cat Cutie >Pie how goofy she was and rubbed her tummy. Crow: Hey, check it out, guys, she's rubbing her-- Mike: NO! Not in THIS fic, Crow! Tom: *sobs* You masochist! >After that, I sat down to my computer, set up Microsoft Word so I >could work on a fanfic and logged on to the Net. In the meantime, I >turned on my Walkman and listened to my Titanic soundtrack. Tom: Product placement day! >Impatient as always, I muttered at the Yahoo Cheeta Chat program when >it took forever to give me the stupid update pop-up so I could click >'no' and log on. Crow: Mike, has the fourth wall been effectively beaten up yet? Mike: Oh, I'm sure it has, buddy... >I have a few aliases in yahoo, and felt like being Arctica that day. >So I logged on as IceJin_Princess_Arctica. I immediately got a message >that said: All: You've Got Wang. >Your buddy sakura_whitepaw_gryphon is on pager >Your buddy tonkeshin is on pager >Your buddy king_kold_sadistic_conquerer is on pager >Your buddy magus_krail is on pager >Your buddy shiroi_the_namek is in chat >Your buddy jewelclaw_of_olympia is on pager >Your buddy vegeta_prince_of_the_saiyajins is on pager Mike: Your buddy BoredAsHell_Mike is on pager Tom: Your buddy SmokingHeadTommy is on pager Crow: Your buddy LongDongSi-- Mike: CROW! Crow: Heyyy, gimme a break. Maybe one of her friends looks good! I've gotta figure out SOMEthing to save myself from vomiting, don't I? >I grumbled a little about them being party poopers for a moment when >most of them went off-line right as I went to send them a Private >Message. Mike: Every horny boy had started messaging her with nothing more than the phrase 'a/s/l?'. Crow: I'm too old to be living at home, unsure, and somewhere downwind of a K-mart, now bite me! >I muttered even more when Shiroi_the_Namek left chat right when I was >going to go tease him. Magus_Krail(he's one of my BEST RP buddies in >Yahoo) Mike: Yup. Fourth wall's getting it's butt kicked... >gave me a brief PM to say that he was sorry he couldn't Role Play and >that he had to go. Crow: Smart lad, getting out while he still can! >I told him it was alright and started to go room hopping to see if I >could find a good RP. Tom: There's a bedroom joke here, but I can't force myself to make it. >I found myself in a room called DBZ POOL PARY ~RPG~, which was full of Crow: ...people pissed off because Goku kept drinking the pool water! >newbies. They were doing nothing but telling nasty jokes, yelling, >spamming or 'pushing each other into the pool'. Then a PM window >opened up as a person named K_GOTE sent me message. The conversation >went as follows: Tom: So uh...what're you wearing? Crow: I aM wEaRiNg ToO mUcH. hElP mE! Mike: GAH...don't DO that! >K_GOTE: "Hello." >IceJin_Princess_Arctica: "Um…hi. Looking to RP? I'm willing if you >are." >K_GOTE: "Do you still have the silver box?" Tom: So the bum magically got a PC and an internet hookup. Gotcha. >When that question was asked, I got really creeped out. How could this >person know who I was in Yahoo or that I had this box?! I also became >aware that it was extremely windy outside, Crow: No wait, that was me. Had beans for lunch. Tee-hee! >rain was pounding onto the roof Tom: Throw down, you pansy! Mike: NEVER! >of my house and there was thunder rumbling. I turned off my Walkman to >listen to it for awhile, and continued chatting with K_GOTE. > >IceJin_Princess_Arctica: Mike: You know, I had Ice Gin once. Was rather flat. Tom: Symbolic, I'd say... >"Ehhh… O_o how did you know I have that silver box?" > >K_GOTE: "That isn't important. Just make sure you keep it safe." >IceJin_Princess_Arctica: "Why should I trust you? I don't even KNOW >you! You better give me a good reason to keep you off my ignore list." Mike: Cyndi, Mistress of Duh. >K_GOTE: "Do what you think is right. I have no way to prove that you >can trust me, except by asking you to do what you think is best." Crow: How bout I get my hacker friend and his mad skillz to kick your ass, you wanker?! >I don't know why, but the words seemed almost as if the person on the >other computer, or whatever they were using to chat with, Mike: Cause y'know, they're doing MARVELOUS things with ice-cream cones these days. >was desperate about something. Sighing as I leaned back in my chair, I >clicked ignore for a pornographic PM Tom: Usually you ignore someone who's sending it. You don't GET porn for ignoring someone. Crow: Yeah, I've tried, it doesn't work that way! ...Uh, I mean... uh... >and glanced out my window as pea-sized hail started raining down. The >sky was black, and lightning was flashing almost constantly. The >thunder was a deafening roar, and I realized that one of the >transformers might get hit. Tom: Anyone wanna bet that her parents get killed in this storm? Crow: I'll take that bet... >That would destroy my computer, as well as get me electrocuted. Mike: So, Cyndi...ever heard of those wonderful things you use to PREVENT that kinda thing from happening? >So I put my fingers on the keys(I can type without looking down), and >swiftly typed: Crow: "...Screw you guys, I'm-a goin' HOME." Tom: "I can't sex0r now. Back later, studs" Mike: That was twisted and mentally scarring, Crow, and I'll thank you to never do that again. >IceJin_Princess_Arctica: "I'm sorry, but I gtg. :( The weather here is >very bad and I don't want my comp fried. -_-;;" >K_GOTE: "Very well. Please keep that box safe." >IceJin_Princess_Arctica: "Why is it so important?" Tom: It has wang. Duh. >K_GOTE: "I cannot tell you that now. As soon as you get off-line, open >that box. It might save a world." >IceJin_Princess_Arctica: "Well um…OK. Uh…This was very weird. :P Talk >to ya later!" >K_GOTE: "I bid you farewell." >IceJin_Princess_Arctica: "Bye" Crow: This fic better fic up at some point. I dunno why, but despite the inCREDIBLE excitement that IS Cyndi going to Yahoo, I'm getting sleepy over here! >After that, I added this strange person's name to my friends list, >closed all programs and turned off my computer. It wasn't a moment too >soon, because not long after I turned off my computer, the telephone >pole across the way from my backyard took a direct hit. All: Boot to the head! Tom: The gods are trying to tell her something. >Sparks flew everywhere, and the explosion scared the hell out of me. Crow: So help me, if she wet herself or otherwise, and decides to fill us IN about it.... >I had been sitting on the bed at the time, and the fright caused me to >tumble off the bed to the floor. All: TOGG! >My tumble created quite a loud thud, Tom: As I was also known as Krakatoa Ass... >and I realized that I'd wound up landing next to my closet doors while >slamming my head against the short stacking cubes with drawers that >was between my bed and the closet. Both of the sliding doors are >mirrors, so I looked at my reflection as I wondered whether or not I >had blacked out and muttered to myself at what a perfect landing that >was. Crow: Wow, I made a crater in the floor... Mike: *wakes up* Huh, wha? Tom: How long IS this, Mike? Mike: Well... last I checked, there were over a dozen chapters... Crow: Oh, you've GOTTA be kidding me! Please say you're kidding me, Mike! That's not funny! Mike: I know, I know... this one's gonna be hell on us all. But we MUST survive! >My fanny pack had landed under my butt, and I winced as I pulled it >out from under me. The silver box I had gotten earlier fell out and Tom: ...lodged itself into a VERY uncomfortable spot. Mike: *shudders* Dammit, Tom, no RAM chips for you today! Tom: What?! But Crow's been mouthing off all throughout the fic too! Mike: Yeah, well, he never conjured up an image like you just did... >landed in my lap with a faint plop Crow: So help me, if Sailor Mercury poops out... >as it bumped against the material of my black sweatpants. > >"I wonder what the big deal over this thing is anyway…" The three >rings on my right hand glittered as I reached down and pried the box >open. I finally discovered a small latch on the side, which I quickly >unhinged. The silver box instantly sprang open to reveal Tom: A William Shatner Music Box?! NOOOOOO! >black velvet lining. "OK…" I muttered to myself, running my fingers >over the soft velvet and loving the way it felt. The box seemed to be >empty, but then my finger came across a bump in the velvet, and it >wasn't just a wrinkle. When I tugged on the lump, Mike: If the box has an orgasm, I'm leaving... Tom: Glad SOMEone said that... >the entire velvet lining came out and I had to dig through it to >finally retrieve the item that was hidden within. Crow: Hey, a bong! Tom: It WOULD explain alot... >The first thing that fell out into my hand was a long, thick Tom: NO! >chain like on a medallion. Tom: Oh... for a minute there, I thought we were going into a solo lemon-y scene...*shudder* >At the end of the chain was what appeared to be a metallic dragon's >fist holding Crow: ...the head of Chris Sabat? >a sphere the size of a golf ball, Mike: Pretty small ball for a Dragon, huh, guys? >and I was rather shocked when I turned the charm over to look at what >color the stone was. I had expected a crystal ball, or some oddly >marble-design. Tom: Well, you can't attack her for lack of detail. Crow: Can we attack her for too damn MUCH? Tom: Oh sure, feel free! >Instead, I was looking at a small orange orb with fourteen tiny stars >painted on it. Mike: Fourteen, huh? Riiiight, lemme guess, she's really a Namekseijin and she's gonna end up sleeping with Piccolo, having a baby, and someone from the cast will be mortally wounded in some completely inane way... Crow: Didn't read too MUCH, did you, Nelson? Mike: Bite me, this thing's painful. More lightning flashed outside, and I could have sworn that the stars glowed with each flash. I had no idea what to do, and since this necklace looked pretty cool, I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. Tom: Hey, get me, I'm Mr. T! Crow: I WISH Mr. T were here. HE'D straighten her up... Mike: Be Somebody, or Be Somebody's Foo'. C'mon, guys, let's get the heck outta here for awhile. I don't think Dr. F. will be paying attention until he gets Frank back, so we can afford a QUICK pause in the...action. Tom: As it were. Mike grabs Tom and the three trot out of the theater.