[part 10 of 10]
||||||||| "11:19 PM? 11:19 PM!!" says Catherwood, "L. Bill Rubbered should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as L. Bill Rubbered enters and sits on the couch.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Where is everyone tonight? Are you sitting in the waiting room or waiting in the shi... er, sitting room?
L. Bill Rubbered: Greetings, fiends, roam-ins, and cutting tree-men!
L. Bill Rubbered: I'm being de-briefed by my cat, the chair-arm general.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): L. Bill Rubbered! Is it really you? I read your book, "Diatonics." At this point, I am not prepared to join your cult, but that may change once I get my latest penny dreadful in the press.
L. Bill Rubbered: A shout out to Seevots Winsakle, and his good buddy Fritz.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): I extend my good wishes to Seevots Whimsical and his fiend, Spritz.
L. Bill Rubbered: It may as well be space aliens; I mean, dogma is dogma. I learned this from my ancestors many moons ago, from the dog-star.
L. Bill Rubbered: You may well soon wish to join the cult of Diatonics; everyone needs some protection.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Space aliens may explain a lot. They certainly have a lot of explaining to do! They just highjacked Flotsam!
L. Bill Rubbered: What of his buddy, Jet-Sam?
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Yes, the cult of Diatonics has no sharps, flats, or ficta.
L. Bill Rubbered: It started forty billion years ago. The space aliens created this reality. It's a "mock-up," do you Gno what I mean?
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): His buddy, Jet-Sam, is currently under contract with DC comics. That is all I know at this puncture.
L. Bill Rubbered: Man's soul wasn't redeemed; it was a sting. I coulda sworn it was real, until I saw them folding it up.
||||||||| uhCLEM steps in at 11:34 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): 40 billion cycles of the sun is a long time, now! According to my old gastrophysics professor the universe (as we know it, Hugh) is 14 to 18 billion years old plus or minus one afternoon.
L. Bill Rubbered: The Diatonics course shows you how to overcome gravity, and become a "floater" in the eye of the almighty. Great steaming clouds of glory, I can float! Yess, dear friends, I'm floating! Ohh, the humanity!
L. Bill Rubbered: That's 40 billion summers! Have we got enough Bear Whiz?
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 11:36 PM, dragging Sir_Sidney_Fudd by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
L. Bill Rubbered: The clown is mine.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Yes, L. Bill, I too am quite high all right. Sigmund, Alfred, Carl, Otto, Karen, and Timothy and I all have a great time together. Time is nothing to us. It's all bliss!
L. Bill Rubbered: I'll take my blood sausage and fish in the James Joyce room, with a Guiness.
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Grout - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): James Joyce! So, you read dirty books, now do you?
L. Bill Rubbered: Beat the Reaper, huh? I'm not scared of death, just as long as I can breathe.
L. Bill Rubbered: You must be referring to the toilet scene.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): What is it? Bear Whiz or Guiness? I sense a contradistinction!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Toilet scene? You must be a Freudian! I knew it!
L. Bill Rubbered: Actually, I'm high on the real thing: gasoline and a clean windshield.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: what about a shoosh hein?
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): I seen your lineage now! EL Mouth! And you thought I was a fuel!
L. Bill Rubbered: I was a Freudian, in my Jungian daze.
L. Bill Rubbered: That's what a hein does if you shake it up: shoosh!
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Patience, you fuel! Romeo wasn't bilked in a day.
L. Bill Rubbered: Neither was Alberqurque.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Grammatical slip.... I meant "I see your lineage now!" You can get thrown out of Eton for such a breach.
L. Bill Rubbered: What's My Lineeage?
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Once more into the breach.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Romeo wasn't built in a day, the pizza parlors alone took a few weeks!
L. Bill Rubbered: Ommmm...Ommmm...range.....
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well, I'll be quirky.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): And Jungian daze! What is the meaning of this! How can you speak of the great Carl Jung like this, jung mann?
L. Bill Rubbered: Everything You Know about Jung is Wrong. Especially "Archetypes and the UFO Phenomenon Explained."
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): I think that the powder just ran out. My nose!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): In his defense, Jung (as far as I know) never rode in a UFO. He was just trying to provide rational explanation for something even he couldn't understand. I, on the other foot, have actually ridden in such a craft.
L. Bill Rubbered: E, Sony, m. Toun art suj re-dwop. Eh, t-tah! TKN I ht I.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): You shan't fool me: I shall translate!
L. Bill Rubbered: The UFO is a self-archetype. That's how alienated we have become.
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| lamar - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| uhCLEM - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Ah, here is my Urim and Thummin! Too late! Next week -- which is already in progress!
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Good riddens.
||||||||| "11:57 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Hemlock Stones (Genuine!), who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
||||||||| "11:58 PM? 11:58 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
||||||||| At 11:58 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
L. Bill Rubbered: The First Deformed Church of Science Fiction...
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
L. Bill Rubbered: I need to practice my Theremin; I haven't touched it in weeks.
L. Bill Rubbered: The Fried Food and Drug Administration...
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: If only they would actually administer some ...
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Stones, did you say that Uma Thurman was here?
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Sorry gentlemen, I must attend to poor Spunky.
L. Bill Rubbered: Horse and eggs? Chicken and waffles?
L. Bill Rubbered: It started out with Elvis soundtracks...now it's hard-core Ethel Merman.
L. Bill Rubbered: And there's that poster in your bedroom...you know, the one of Bobby Sherman...
L. Bill Rubbered: Rhymes with Thurman: Merman, Sherman.
L. Bill Rubbered: This Town Without Pity...
L. Bill Rubbered: I'm like a rubber ball, baby, that's all that I am to you...
L. Bill Rubbered: He's no fun, he fell right over, after a courageous year-long battle with Fibromyalgia, of which he kept a detailed diary.
L. Bill Rubbered: Umma mow mow pappa U-mow mow.
L. Bill Rubbered: You'll wonder where the yellow went, when you brush your teeth with Pepsodent. Or Ipana.
L. Bill Rubbered: I shall return! Fare thee well...
||||||||| Catherwood says "12:22 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs L. Bill Rubbered by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Sir_Sidney_Fudd - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'Ah Greg', just granted probation at 1:02 AM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| It's 1:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ah Greg - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."