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Elspode · 11-06-2005, 10:48 PM

The speedometer on the limo was pegged at 120, but still the Lewinskis were gaining. If I'd had a stranger day, it hadn't been in recent memory. First, the whole helicopter trip, and now Zippyt materializing out of thin air in the seat next to me.

"Unlock the windows so I can stick this pop gun out and let go a couple of blasts" yelled xoxoxoBruce. The windows slid down silently, and a blast of wet wind roared throughout the passenger compartment.

"Damn, Bruce; when I said you blew my skirt up, this isn't what I meant!" shrieked Brianna.

Bruce didn't respond. He was too busy leaning out the window, trying not to be pulled through it by the roaring slipstream. Two quick flashes and a deep popping sound were followed closely by his exclamation of "Shit! I hit that bitch square in the grille, and it didn't even chip the chrome!"

"We're coming up on the airport runway gate, Bruce! You've gotta buy us some time to board the ship, man!", Sheila yelped.

It was just then that we sped by a blur that looked a lot like a proper Brit standing beside a bicycle on the side of the road. A proper Brit standing beside a bicycle...and holding something that looked disturbingly similar to a spacetime distillation blaster.

Bruce, head still out the window, had time enough only to cry out, "Now, Cyclefrance, NOW!"

11-06-2005, 10:48 PM	#11
Elspode When Do I Get Virtual Unreality? Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Raytown, Missouri Posts: 12,719	The speedometer on the limo was pegged at 120, but still the Lewinskis were gaining. If I'd had a stranger day, it hadn't been in recent memory. First, the whole helicopter trip, and now Zippyt materializing out of thin air in the seat next to me. "Unlock the windows so I can stick this pop gun out and let go a couple of blasts" yelled xoxoxoBruce. The windows slid down silently, and a blast of wet wind roared throughout the passenger compartment. "Damn, Bruce; when I said you blew my skirt up, this isn't what I meant!" shrieked Brianna. Bruce didn't respond. He was too busy leaning out the window, trying not to be pulled through it by the roaring slipstream. Two quick flashes and a deep popping sound were followed closely by his exclamation of "Shit! I hit that bitch square in the grille, and it didn't even chip the chrome!" "We're coming up on the airport runway gate, Bruce! You've gotta buy us some time to board the ship, man!", Sheila yelped. It was just then that we sped by a blur that looked a lot like a proper Brit standing beside a bicycle on the side of the road. A proper Brit standing beside a bicycle...and holding something that looked disturbingly similar to a spacetime distillation blaster. Bruce, head still out the window, had time enough only to cry out, "Now, Cyclefrance, NOW!" __________________ "To those of you who are wearing ties, I think my dad would appreciate it if you took them off." - Robert Moog Last edited by Elspode; 11-06-2005 at 10:51 PM.