Opening 4 Scenes from Adventures of T-16: The 80's Computer
Muuurgh
A long time ago, in a bedroom far from here, an 18 year-old fat boy
forgot to do his chores...
"MOOoomm!!!!" Jeb frantically opened his closet pulling everything
from the top shelf. "Moooom, where is my T-16?" Jeb continued to
ransack under his bed.."It's not on my desk....MOM!!!?"
Mrs. Porkins entered his bedroom door. "I sold it."
"YOU WHAT!?" Jeb gasped.
Jeb's Mom grunted. "I sold it at the jawa co-op. I warned you several
times, 'do your chores after school, or I'm taking that piece of shit
toy away from you.'"
"But..., but, you sold it?" Jeb asked bewildered. "I was going to do
my chores...I promise."
"Too late Jeb, I sold it." His Mom smiled.
"Damn it!" Jeb glanced quickly at his emthy room and raced away
through the kitchen grabbing a ham and then out the front door.
"Maybe there is still time to find it at the square." Jeb huffed as he
quickly headed to the Market Square.
Scene 2:
(outside Lars homestead)
Owen Lars walked down the line of droids being offered by the Jawa.
"No, not that one." Owen stopped in front of a small boxy-looking
computer. "And you. I suppose you speak binary?"
The computer spit out a print out "1101000101011"
"I have no need for an early 80's computer." Owen continued down the
line of droids.
The 80's computer shook a little bit and printed out a few of zeroes
followed by a one.
Luke Skywalker was ordered by his uncle to clean the droids.
When the Jawa began herding the droids back to the crawler, something
caught Luke's eye. He quickly ran over to the Jawa.
"Hey, wait! Can I look at that droid?" Luke said as he pointed to the
80's computer.
The Jawa quickly scurried, clearing a path for the young farmer to
meet the droid.
Luke cocked his head sideways and then asked "Are you a T-16?"
The computer's printer spit out "0". Then in green display on a black
screen the word's "T-16: Womp Rat Hunter IV"
Luke's eye's lit up like a Rodian on Nevermark. "I'll take this one
too."
T-16 waddled a bit and then scooted towards his new master. Luke
picked the droid up and carried him under his arm to the shop.
"Wow, I can't believe I found an original T-16. You know, I'm really
fucking good at Womp Rat" Luke rambled to the droid, "I was the point
leader last i checked. My idiot-friend Biggs broke my last T-16 droid--
they're getting VERY hard to find ya know." T-16 spit out a line of
zeroes and ones. "I didn't know there was one left on Tatooine.
Needless to say, I haven't had the chance to play. I'm looking forward
to securing that record little guy."
"1101010101010001"
Scene 3:
(downtown Mos Eisley)
Jeb moved quickly for a fat boy. Too quickly.
BAM!!
"What's the rush...fat man?" An old man cussed as he sat on his ass.
Jeb quickly offered his hand to the man he had knocked over. "I am soo
sorry, about that. But, I really am in a hurry." Jeb pulled the old
man up and turned to continue running. A strong hand set upon his
shoulder, followed by a stronger voice which surprisingly came from
the old man. "You broke my cane man. I'm going to need a cane to get
home."
Jeb thought quickly. "Listen old man, I am sorry about the cane. I am
going to the market square now, I'll buy you a cane and bring it to
you on my way back."
The old man laughed, "No way man. I coming with you and I'm not
leaving until I get my cane. Until then..." the old man leaned heavily
on Jeb's shoulder "...lead on."
Scene 4:
(at the Lars Homestead)
"That's right sir. No signs of the droids here and the owners knew
nothing of the plans." The Stormtrooper nodded in response to an
unheard voice on the other line of his comlink. "Yes sir, they are
dead, sir."..."yes sir. okay sir... I'm on it sir."
The Stormtrooper turned to the other troopers. "I just received word
from General Veers to torch the place. Don't leave anything behind.
Destroy everything, and make it look like the Tuskan's did it."
As the rest of the troopers scattered to destroy the homestead, one of
the troopers entered the workshop.
A small shivering droid sat in the corner. Strings of nervous zeroes
and ones were spitting out of the droid's printer.
The trooper stopped the lavish dousing the shop with oil for a second
to take a look at the droid. "Holy shit. A T-16! I haven't played one
of these since before the academy."
Just as the trooper picked up the droid to put in his pack, the
trooper's commanding officer walked in the room." We have commands to
destroy everything TK-421, what did u just put in your pack?"
Trooper TK-421 gulped behind his mask. "Sir, I...." the trooper
gulped again. "...it's just a game." The trooper resigned, then he
pulled out the small droid offering it to his commanding officer.
The commanding officer looked at the droid realizing exactly what it
was immediately. "Go back up top, I will forget this little
transgression." As soon as TK-421 left the room the officer put the
droid in his own pack. Then he joyfully dropped a lit match into the
oil bath.
Pork Coffee
wrote:
>Scene 1:
>
>A long time ago, in a bedroom far from here, an 18 year-old fat boy
>forgot to do his chores...
>
>"MOOoomm!!!!" Jeb frantically opened his closet pulling everything
>from the top shelf. "Moooom, where is my T-16?" Jeb continued to
>ransack under his bed.."It's not on my desk....MOM!!!?"
>Mrs. Porkins entered his bedroom door. "I sold it."
>"YOU WHAT!?" Jeb gasped.
>Jeb's Mom grunted. "I sold it at the jawa co-op. I warned you several
>times, 'do your chores after school, or I'm taking that piece of shit
>toy away from you.'"
>"But..., but, you sold it?" Jeb asked bewildered. "I was going to do
>my chores...I promise."
>"Too late Jeb, I sold it." His Mom smiled.
> "Damn it!" Jeb glanced quickly at his emthy room and raced away
>through the kitchen grabbing a ham and then out the front door.
>"Maybe there is still time to find it at the square." Jeb huffed as he
>quickly headed to the Market Square.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Biggs better stay away from Porkins' T-16.
>Scene 3:
>(downtown Mos Eisley)
>
>Jeb moved quickly for a fat boy. Too quickly.
>BAM!!
>"What's the rush...fat man?" An old man cussed as he sat on his ass.
>Jeb quickly offered his hand to the man he had knocked over. "I am soo
>sorry, about that. But, I really am in a hurry." Jeb pulled the old
>man up and turned to continue running. A strong hand set upon his
>shoulder, followed by a stronger voice which surprisingly came from
>the old man. "You broke my cane man. I'm going to need a cane to get
>home."
>Jeb thought quickly. "Listen old man, I am sorry about the cane. I am
>going to the market square now, I'll buy you a cane and bring it to
>you on my way back."
>The old man laughed, "No way man. I coming with you and I'm not
>leaving until I get my cane. Until then..." the old man leaned heavily
>on Jeb's shoulder "...lead on."
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I have to know what happens next!
Hanky Huckleberry
C'Pi
I have to know what happened here!
Who's Jeb?
C'Pi
> Hanky Huckleberry
Muuurgh
I'll post some more scenes later. I think I want to finish it before I
do.
> I have to know what happened here!
Nothing happened here. Move along.
>
> Who's Jeb?
I guess you'll find out.
>
> C'Pi
>
> > Hanky Huckleberry
Muuurgh
Pork Coffee
wrote:
>On Dec 18, 11:52�am, "C'Pi" <Ya...@yahoo.com> wrote:
DO IT! DO IT!
>> I have to know what happened here!
>
>Nothing happened here. Move along.
What?
>>
>> Who's Jeb?
>
>I guess you'll find out.
Ooooh! I can't wait!
>
>>
>> C'Pi
>>
>> > Hanky Huckleberry
>
>Muuurgh
Hanky Huckleberry
Muuurgh
> On Sat, 19 Dec 2009 07:39:14 -0800 (PST), Muuurgh <greyf...@gmail.com>
Oh, but this is where I get lazy. I'll have to get motivated. I need
catnip, and pronto! The good sticky catnip, none of the brown mexican
catnip. That stuff just gives me a headache, we'll never see the end
if my head hurts and I just end up passing out.
>
> >> C'Pi
>
> >> > Hanky Huckleberry
>
> >Muuurgh
>
> Hanky Huckleberry
Muuurgh
Pork Coffee
wrote:
>On Dec 19, 8:19�pm, Pork Coffee <"E...@Joes.com"> wrote:
*presents you with a fresh green catnip plant*
I grew it myself!
Hanky Huckleberry
Muuurgh
> On Sun, 20 Dec 2009 08:27:23 -0800 (PST), Muuurgh <greyf...@gmail.com>
Oooooo... Huckleberry Catnip, straight from Notting-Ham I suppose.
Thx G!
-Muuurgh
Pork Coffee
wrote:
>> >> DO IT! 锟紻O IT!
>>
>> >> >> I have to know what happened here!
>>
>> >> >Nothing happened here. Move along.
>>
>> >> What?
>>
>> >> >> Who's Jeb?
>>
>> >> >I guess you'll find out.
>>
>> >> Ooooh! 锟絀 can't wait!
>>
>> >Oh, but this is where I get lazy. I'll have to get motivated. I need
>> >catnip, and pronto! The good sticky catnip, none of the brown mexican
>> >catnip. That stuff just gives me a headache, we'll never see the end
>> >if my head hurts and I just end up passing out.
>>
>> *presents you with a fresh green catnip plant*
>>
>> I grew it myself!
>
>Oooooo... Huckleberry Catnip, straight from Notting-Ham I suppose.
Man, if we could make ham-flavored catnip, we'd be the toast of the
cat world. The only thing better would be tuna-flavored catnip, but
I'm not sure humans would want to drink that.
...wait, you can't smell the catnip, right?
I HAVE INFUSED THE SMELLS OF HAM AND PIE INTO THESE PLANTS!
>Thx G!
*cough* yer welcome *cough*
Hanky Huckleberry