MiSTing Repost: The Newcomer [ 4 / 4 ]
Joseph Nebus
MiSTing. Some of the ``saturation campaign'' is evident in the riffs
here. There's also an amusingly dated reference to Mac System 7.5.5,
which gives a hint of just how long ago this really was. I don't yet
know why the finger-welding strikes me as funny as it inherently does,
but on reflection, something from that probably should have been the
stinger. I think at this point I was picking the stinger as whatever
fed in to my favorite riff, though, at least at the time of picking
out a stinger.
I don't know why there's a reference to Neptune Township, New
Jersey, here, except that it seems to be one of the places I naturally
call on when I need a town name. I suppose Ho-ho-kus sounds too made-
up for me, somehow.
The closing sketch with the sugar wafers and the play on the
finger-laser thing nicely catches the feel of the host sketches I was
imitating, laid-back little things like the conclusion of 'Manhunt In
Space'. Now I can go getting all depressed at how many things turned
out just the way I want the first time I tried a MiSTing, and not as
much ever since.
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>Part 10
> Ryan, after half running and half walking
TOM: The left half ran, the right half walked.
CROW: He felt like he was going in circles the whole time.
> to Robotropolis, made it
>in.
JOEL: [ As Ryan ] Oh, this plan is so *clever*.
> When he heard a sound, he hid,
TOM: The security guards had all been in the "special" program in
guard school.
> when he had a chance, he ran from
>building to building. Finally, he got to
CROW: A wide field.
JOEL: [ As Ryan ] "Aw, not *again*!"
> where he wanted to go...
TOM: Neptune Township, New Jersey.
> the
>exact place he and Eric were kept...Packbell's own office.
CROW: Well, more of a cubicle, really...Evil's downsizing this year.
> Hatred of
>the android rushed through him...for attacking...for trapping...
JOEL: For doing the job he was there to do.
> and most
>of all, for
TOM: Spitting in his milk.
> putting him into the middle of this situation.
CROW: Actually, he volunteered, as I recall.
> If Ryan
>hadn't been thinking of how he wanted to dismantle the android,
TOM: No fair!
CROW: Boo!
> he would
>have noticed a dark shape at each corner, shadowing him.
JOEL: Way to be alert, Ryan.
>
> Sonic knew the look on Ryan's face.
CROW: He called it "Luke."
> He had seen on Todd's face,
>the only and last time he went after Packbell.
JOEL: Who's Todd?
TOM: I think we're supposed to read another fanfic.
> He hoped he didn't need
>to help Ryan, just because he
CROW: Has trouble with compound sentences.
> hoped that Ryan could pull off the rescue
>on his own,
JOEL: 'Cause he was kind of buzzed, really, and didn't want to do much.
> without help, and prove beyond a doubt he was no traitor.
CROW: By getting trapped again?
>
> Sandra Nightweaver looked around the corner,
CROW: Around.
TOM: And behind.
> and wondered what
>Ryan was doing. Then she realized.
JOEL: He was putting cheese in the pizza crust!
> He was going after Packbell
>himself! She almost ran over,
CROW: A defenseless chipmunk.
> already deciding in her mind
TOM: As opposed to in someone else's mind?
> she would
>help this once. Then she saw the other person
JOEL: Dave Coulier!
> in the shadows...
TOM: Take away the shadows and the smiling and the story would be
fifteen pages.
JOEL: Take away our comments, too.
> Sonic.
>She knew her help might not be needed...
CROW: She's quite good at definitely knowing likely stuff.
> but the might gnawed at her
>mind.
ALL: [ Make chewing noises ]
> Sandra gave a mental shrug,
CROW: How could we tell?
> opened a nearby air duct,
JOEL: If they're all robots, why do they need air ducts?
CROW: We...uh...collect it.
JOEL: Oh, I see.
> and went
>inside. She headed towards Packbell's office.
TOM: [ As Sandra ] "I have *got* to get an elevator key."
> Ryan turned through the corridors physically as well as mentally,
CROW: I think physically counts more, though.
>until he got to a familiar door.
TOM: Nummy-kins!
> "And what could be behind door number
>one?"
JOEL: Well...us.
[ ALL turn around. ]
CROW: Hello?
> he thought, just before letting the door open a crack.
CROW: The door was happy that Ryan trusted it so much.
> Eric was
>still there. "Thank God," Ryan thought.
JOEL: [ As Ryan ] "The villains here really do have the intelligence
of dehydrated oatmeal!"
> He let the door open the rest
>of the way.
CROW: [ As door ] Oh, *thank* you, Ryan.
> As he entered the room, Eric looked up.
> "Ryan! You made
TOM: A potholder! And a keen wallet, too!
> it... I figured out Packbell's plot after you
>left.
JOEL: We would never have guessed it even existed.
> What happened."
TOM: [ As Ryan ] "I don't know. You figured it out, Mister Smarty-pants."
> Ryan shook his head angrily.
JOEL: Bad head! Bad, bad head!
> "Oh, nothing...I just got a
>prejudiced opossum in my face."
CROW: He kissed me. I liked it. A lot.
> "That..was the plan,
TOM: Sally's plan?
JOEL: Packbell's plan?
CROW: Sandra's plan?
> I'm afraid. I'm sorry."
> "Don't be...it wasn't your fault... How could we have stopped it?
JOEL: If you hadn't escaped off-camera like that maybe we could've
thought of something..
>Even if I knew what had been up,
CROW: I probably wouldn't have understood it. I mean, what kind of
villain just lets somebody go?
> I still would have chanced the trip to
>Knothole for help."
TOM: Just look how successful it was this way!
> Ryan couldn't find a key,
CROW: Oh, just press the space bar when the computer says that.
> but as he stood under the air vent, he
JOEL: Got a chill. Too much air conditioning.
>felt something hit him on the head.
TOM: Another comet?
> Rubbing the painful area,
CROW: For twenty minutes straight. It felt strangely pleasurable.
> he looked
>up to see a familiar dark face looking down at him.
JOEL: Which familiar dark face is it *this* time?
> He smiled at
>Sandra, and picked up the key.
TOM: What key? Huh?
> After unlocking Eric, the feline pointed
JOEL: The feline unlocked Eric?
>at a strange green rock.
TOM: Why not?
> "Ryan, do you see that rock? It came here
>instead of you."
CROW: It's a more interesting conversationalist, and a better person
than you are. Get the point, Ryan? Well?
TOM: And no fair asking how I know anything about that rock, by the
way.
> Ryan's mouth opened wide,
JOEL: [ Stands up, mimes tossing a basketball into Ryan's mouth. ]
> as did his eyes. "T...That's the comet
CROW: Well, meteor, actually.
JOEL: Technically, it'd be a meteorite now.
TOM: You sure it's not a meteoroid?
JOEL: No, no, it's a meteoroid when it's in the atmosphere. It's a
meteorite when it hits the ground.
CROW: Oh.
TOM: Live and learn, huh?
>that hit me before I was transported.
JOEL: Even though I didn't notice it at the time.
> It's my only link to my past
>life...
CROW: Except for my underwear.
> I have to get it back."
TOM: And some laundry detergent, actually.
> Ryan ran towards the console,
CROW: BONK!
> almost touched the rock,
TOM: Look out! It'll green you.
> and
>screamed out in pain.
JOEL: Betrayed by adventurine quartz!
CROW: What?
TOM: Huh?
JOEL: It's green.
> Both just outside the room, Sonic and Sandra both
>flinched.
CROW: Both of them.
> Eric looked at what had happened.
JOEL: Your Gold Bond's in my Ovaltine!
TOM: Your Ovaltine's in my Gold Bond!
> As Ryan pulled his right
>hand away, something was wrong with it.
CROW: If Woody had gone straight to the police, this would never
have happened.
> The pointer finger had been
>roboticized!
CROW: Yay!
TOM: Oh, *cool*.
CROW: That's awesome.
> "Whoops...did I forget to tell you that rock was put in a
>roboticizer field?"
JOEL: Yeah, you did forget.
CROW: But I left you a memo.
TOM: You should have checked your email before you left.
JOEL: Aw, now I feel like such a goof...
> Packbell smugly
TOM: He's got a double heaping of smug.
JOEL: He'll get his comeuppance, you just watch.
> said from a door on the other side
>of the room.
CROW: What really makes this story for me is the precise sense of
space we get.
JOEL: Chekhov to the n-th power.
> "You didn't expect I'd just leave your friend here alone,
>did you?
TOM: Well, it is consistent with the way you've been thinking so far.
> Ha!"
ALL: [ Jumping back ] Yaaah!
> Ryan pointed at Packbell,
CROW: You...you...*you*, you!
> with his roboticized finger, possibly to
>yell something.
JOEL: It's your story. Don't you know?
> Instead, Ryan concentrated,
TOM: Weird time to meditate, but, hey, whatever works.
> and a laser beam shot out
>of the finger,
JOEL: I am so glad Freud didn't live to see this concept.
> impacted into a surprised Packbell, and sent him flying
>away from the door.
CROW: Wait a minute...Wouldn't the recoil from a laser strong enough
to knock over Packbell also knock Ryan over?
JOEL: It's just fanfic, Crow. You really should relax.
TOM: Yeah, we've finally got some zapping and blasting stuff
going on.
CROW: True, true.
> Ryan smiled.
TOM: It had been nearly two minutes since his last smile.
> "I learned the trick
CROW: Of falling for obvious traps?
> from watching a
>few workerbots on the way here...welding laser...
JOEL: Nothing matches the excitement of built-in welding equipment.
TOM: Tell me about it.
CROW: Amen to that.
JOEL: [ Looks at them in turn ]
> could come in useful."
JOEL: In case they ever need to weld a pipe into low orbit.
> Ryan quickly looked around for the source of the field
CROW: Which was fortunately labeled as such in a language he
understood.
> around the
>rock,
TOM: And over the river, to grandmother's house.
> and blasted it with his new laser.
TOM: Just imagine the practical jokes you could play with that thingy.
CROW: Yeah, and like I heard cats love chasing a laser beam around.
> He grabbed the rock, and
>collapsed.
JOEL: From all that heavy smiling.
> Sonic finally ran in.
TOM: Way to be the hero, Sonic.
> He got to Ryan, only to see he wasn't
>Ryan anymore...
CROW: He really *was* Walter M. Schirra, Jr.
> he wasn't human anymore, actually.
JOEL: He was one of the writers for the New "Land Of The Lost."
> Ryan had changed
>shape, into a wolf who looked about the same age.
TOM: Is that in wolf-years or human-years?
> The wolf got up,
>shook his head,
JOEL: Garg. Ten seconds as a wolf and I've already got fleas.
> and said, in Ryan's voice. "I feel different...
CROW: I feel pretty!
> am I
>OK?"
TOM: You'll have to narrow down what you mean by "Okay."
CROW: For one thing, you've just gotten a second nose.
TOM: [ Moving in CROW's direction ] Let me at him!
JOEL: [ Pushing TOM back ] Play nice, now.
> Ryan looked at his hands,
CROW: And smiled.
JOEL: They didn't say that.
CROW: Yeah, but they're thinking it.
> and jumped up, surprised.
TOM: This is just going to wreck my pants.
> He grabbed
>the rock again, and he was human once more.
JOEL: Oh, so it's a temperamental magic rock.
> This time, Ryan saw the
>change,
CROW: It's coming. I know it.
> and grinned.
JOEL: There, there. [ Pats CROW. ]
> "I'm liking this stupid comet
CROW: "I'm not stupid. You're stupid. You stupid stupid-head."
> more and more."
> Packbell's voice sounded from the door again.
JOEL: He's a ventriloquist!
TOM: [ With CROW's mouth moving ] Throw your voice! Fool your friends!
> "Isn't that nice...
CROW: There is just so much demand for rocks that can transport people
to other dimensions so you can turn them into wolves for a minute or two.
>Oh, well."
> Packbell pulled his laser rifle out
TOM: He must not be a welding robot.
JOEL: Probably didn't take shop classes.
> and pointed it at Ryan.
>"Instead of roboticizing you totally, I'm going to
CROW: Roboticize all the body parts with three or more vowels in them.
> just kill you.
JOEL: Why? What's he done?
TOM: He went in, was captured immediately, was let go, and brought
the enemy's greatest hero back with him to be captured.
> Alloy
>armor protects well, doesn't it?"
TOM: Oh, yeah.
CROW: I've counted on it so many times...
JOEL: [ Packbell, "fumbling" with his voice ] I'm really going to
kill you right away...hang on, these lasers...aw, man, I left the
safety...don't move, now...don't want to mess this up...rats, I
dropped the thingy...could you hold on still?
> Packbell hadn't noticed Sonic in the room,
JOEL: You know, if you don't move that kind of robot can't see you.
> and wasn't prepared
TOM: We'll have to mark you off for that, Mister Packbell...I hope
you bring your notebook tomorrow.
CROW: Huh.
>when the hedgehog ran over and grabbed the blaster.
JOEL: Now that's just good thinking, really.
> Sonic grinned.
>"Well, thanks, but now we must go.
CROW: "Wait, didn't we have a mission or something?"
JOEL: "Who knows?"
> With the proof that Ryan isn't a
>traitor."
TOM: And the plans for the Imperial Death Star.
> Packbell smiled.
CROW: Yeah, we know.
> "You know my own rifle can't-"
JOEL: Love someone else!
> That was all he got out before he realized
CROW: The cardinality of the set of prime numbers must be countably
infinite!
> Sonic had run out with
>Eric and Ryan.
TOM: [ Sniffs ] And we were doing so well...Now what will that
worthless marriage counselor suggest?
> Packbell screamed in rage,
CROW: Which is in the uptown section of Robotropolis.
> and kicked the metal wall,
JOEL: It's good that the author narrowed down the building materials
like that.
>leaving a huge dent.
TOM: In him, or in the wall?
>Part 11
> Back at Knothole, Ryan was greeted by
TOM: A select committee of the town's aldermen.
> all the Freedom
>Fighters...except by one opossum, who,
CROW: Resentful and embittered.
> with eyes towards the ground,
TOM: Isn't that normal? Don't they often hang from trees?
>went up to Ryan and said, "I'm...sorry I said
JOEL: You were a treacherous, traitorous, cruel deceptive scumbag.
CROW: But you didn't say that.
JOEL: Well, I'm going to get around to it later today.
> all those things about
>you."
> Ryan just smiled
CROW: Does anyone in this story do anything else, ever?
> and said, "Apology accepted."
TOM: Oh, and I dug a snake pit outside your front door. Don't, like,
die in it or anything.
> The opossum looked up, surprised. "You...aren't mad?"
CROW: Well, yes I am, but I want to have something to hold over you
for the rest of your life and this is easy.
> "No... If you had come to my world by accident,
TOM: And what are the odds of that happening? At least in this
particular fanfic.
CROW: Particularly as long as he doesn't have a name or a description.
> people would have
>said the same of you.
JOEL: That he was secretly aiding the evil Doctor Robotnik in his plans
to conquer Mobius?
> I'm not like that, but unfortunately, too many
>people are."
CROW: Get the moral, little unnamed one? Huh? Well?
TOM: [ As opossum ] Well, excuse me, I want to go beat up helpless
babies and small children now. Pardon. Pardon.
> A young fox ran up to Ryan.
TOM: BONK!
JOEL: Ouchie!
> Ryan looked down at him an said,
>"Who're you, little guy?"
CROW: Can I be more condescending to you?
> The fox looked around.
JOEL: "Now where'd he go..." [ Looking up ] "Oh!"
> "Tails...
JOEL: Didn't they meet back in Part 2?
TOM: I sure thought so.
> Is it true you can change
CROW: Air filters?
> into
>any kind of animal? Sonic said you could."
JOEL: Yeah, well, Sonic's a blabbermouth.
> Ryan grinned. "Looks like a certain hedgehog is
CROW: In for a spanking!
> starting rumors
>now... I don't know...
JOEL: I guess it depends on the plot necessities.
> so far, it's just a wolf."
> "Can you try?"
CROW: "No, I've got so many better things to do."
> Ryan sighed. "If it'll make you happy..."
TOM: Pathetic little attention-desperate nobody...
> Ryan picked up the pouch that he kept the stone in, and
>concentrated on Tails. When he looked up, he saw he did, in fact,
JOEL: Who did?
TOM: What?
> now
>look like a fox.
CROW: In his heart he was really a kinkajou, though.
> "Hmm...guess I can."
> Tails looked at the new fox's hands.
TOM: Or possibly paws--we're not paying attention either, folks.
> "What happened to your
>finger?"
CROW: Oh, that. Massive paper cut.
> Ryan had almost forgotten.
TOM: Except that every now and again he vaporized the furniture.
> "Oh...this. It happened when I tried to
CROW: Upgrade to System 7.5.5.
>recover this stone. The laser in it is very helpful, though."
TOM: I always used to spend to much time looking for welding
equipment, but now...
> Ryan knew he had a lot of explaining to do,
CROW: To who?
> but knew Eric and
>Sonic would back him up.
TOM: Yes, we can back him up: that's for welding purposes only.
>Part 12
> Packbell was still angry...at the human.
TOM: If it wasn't for the human, Packbell couldn't have screwed up
nearly as much as he actually had.
> If that human was ever
>found by him again, he was dead.
CROW: Packbell?
TOM: Awfully inefficient threat, then.
> No games,
JOEL: Not even backgammon?
> just swift death.
>
> Ryan walked through the woods,
TOM: "Let me see, is there anybody to smile at here?"
> just wandering. He knew by the
>firelight that he was still close to Knothole.
CROW: Ah, a well-concealed secret village.
> When he heard the sound
TOM: [ Singing ] Of silence...
>he knew who it was, and that the sound was on purpose.
> "Hello, Sandra."
CROW: [ Singing ] Hello, father.
> Sandra smiled, though Ryan couldn't see it in the dark.
JOEL: He just knew the dramatic style of the story.
CROW: Also he was the author.
JOEL: Yeah, that'll help you through the tough parts of a story.
> "So,
>you're a metamorph now?"
JOEL: Smile when you say that, partner.
> "I guess I am...thanks to this," he said, holding the pouch.
CROW: He's a kangaroo?
> "Can you imitate someone,
TOM: Oh, I can imitate my twin brother Adam. Is that what you mean?
> or just morph?"
> "Just morph. I tried to imitate Sally...
CROW: Whoa!
TOM: Hel-lo!
JOEL: I think that's as far as we want to delve into that aspect
of his superpowers.
> harder to do and all,
TOM: Harder how? You're a shapeshifter. A shape's a shape.
> but
>all I got to be was a squirrel.
JOEL: Sally's a squirrel?
TOM: What did you think?
JOEL: I just figured she had a big head.
TOM: You gotta watch this stuff carefully.
> Still, it'll keep Packbell on his toes
JOEL: Assuming that he has toes.
>trying to find me again."
> The two friends just stood there for awhile.
CROW: [ As Sandra ] I feel so mutual now.
> Then Ryan help out
>his hand,
TOM: Help! Help! My hand!
> and Sandra put hers in it.
CROW: Oooh...
> They clasped hands in friendship,
CROW: Baka-wow!
>then released.
CROW: Oh.
JOEL: Well, it is a "G" series, after all.
> Ryan turned back towards Knothole,
TOM: Smiling.
> and Sandra watched
>him go,
TOM: Smiling.
> knowing she would see
JOEL: How he reconciles a tail and his clothes from Earth.
> a lot more of him
TOM: Smiling.
> in the future,
TOM: Smiling.
CROW: Once he figures out that hunchbacked whale morph.
> as an
>ally
TOM: Smiling.
>-THE END-
CROW: Yay!
TOM: Whoo-hoo!
>Name: Ryan
JOEL: Hang on, we'll miss the credits.
>Species: Metamorph;
TOM: I met a morph once, but she had to go back to her planet.
CROW: Isn't that the species that provided that unlucky girl Wesley
Crusher had his big date with?
JOEL: Don't be mean, Crow.
CROW: What?
JOEL: I sorta like Wesley is all.
TOM: Humans.
> originally human
>Sex:
CROW: Within his original species, or are we going to end up
prohibited in 22 states?
> Male
>Age: 15
JOEL: How'd we know that without ever getting this far?
>War standing: rebel sympathizer
CROW: Actually, he's a rebel now, at this point.
>Occupation: Great Forest Freedom Fighter
TOM: Who cares about the other forests?
>Specialities: taking on characteristics of other animals
CROW: Woof! Woof!
TOM: [ At same time ] Meow! Mrrow!
JOEL: [ At same time ] Caw! Caw!
> by
>concentration, tinkering, desroying SWATbots with a powerful laser beam
>on right hand
TOM: Hey, that's for welding purposes only.
>Summary: Ryan started out as a mid-teen human who was transported to
>Mobius through time and space due to two simultanious accidents
CROW: Can you really say they were simultaneous if they were
separated by time and space?
> in both
>realities.
TOM: And across realities, too. Wow.
> Packbells transporter was activated just as the strange
>comet, which now gives Ryan morphing abilities,
JOEL: Is that the power all comets provide?
CROW: Morphine abilities?
> hit him, and somehow,
>the two were semi-bonded.
TOM: I love you, man!
> Distrusted at first because of his human origin, Ryan finally
>proved himself in the end.
CROW: By getting captured repeatedly.
> Friends with most of the Freedom Fighters,
>he makes a valuable asset with his continual changing.
JOEL: Plus if you buy clothes in the wrong size he can just
shapeshift to fit them.
> Allies with Sandra Nightweaver, the two will help each other
>whenever the other is in trouble.
TOM: So...they're allies.
> After a lone mission to prove his loyalty,
JOEL: It was more a temper tantrum, really.
CROW: And Sonic went with him.
JOEL: But he didn't know that. Doesn't count.
> he returned with a
>roboticized finger,
TOM: And these morphing abilities.
> which turned out to be equipped with a powerful
CROW: And inexplicable.
>laser.
>
> Ryan now uses his laser to destroy SWATbots,
JOEL: And play really cool practical jokes.
> and his morphing
>abilities to wander unnoticed by other, neutral groups,
CROW: As long as they don't notice he's twice as tall as they are.
> and stay hidden
>from Packbell,
JOEL: I'm guessing he never paid his phone bills in his former life.
> who, when they meet again,
TOM: In a subplot of every fanfic he ever appears in ever again.
> will give no quarter, and will
>not hesitate
CROW: And this time he *means* he won't hesitate.
> at the chance to kill Ryan.
JOEL: Now we're done.
[ 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. 6.. ]
[ SOL ] TOM, CROW have assembled a heat lamp-like gadget hanging over
a pile of vanilla sugar wafers.
CROW: I don't know, Crow...are you sure this is right? I mean, without
asking him or anything?
TOM: Of course it is! He's probably just too shy to ask us to help
himself.
[ JOEL strolls in, in front of the desk, carrying a "Richie Rich" comic
book in one hand; the other hand is below camera. ]
JOEL: Hey, Tom Servo, I wanted to thank you for letting me borrow your
comic books. I'm done with this one.
TOM: Ah, thank you...Joel, would you care for a delicious vanilla
sugar wafer?
JOEL: Oh, sure, thank you...
[ JOEL reaches in, reaches into the heat lamp's field. He shouts and
shakes his arm. ]
CROW: Ha-hah!
TOM: It worked! Joel, maybe we should have told you, but we put
those delicious vanilla sugar wafers inside a roboticizer field!
CROW: Exactly! We realized what you were trying to tell us, about
the incredible loneliness of being the only human up here and so we
wanted to help you join us in robot-ness.
JOEL: Aw, gee, I really wish you'd asked first, though...and I only
reached in with my hand so...
[ Seltzer spray comes from JOEL's hand; hits TOM, CROW. They yell a
little and run away. ]
JOEL: They're sweet, really...
[ Turns around to reveal a seltzer bottle in his lower hand and the
tube running inside his shirt and out to the nozzle in his hand. ]
JOEL: They're trying to be thoughtful.
[ Mads light flashes ]
JOEL: [ Taking a wafer and nibbling on it. ] What do you think, sirs?
[ D13 ] DR. FORRESTER, TV'S FRANK standing over the laptop. TV'S FRANK
still has the device on.
FORRESTER: Well...I imagine we'll find much, much worse for you in the
future.
TV'S FRANK: Oh, yes...after all, there's a lot of "Sonic the
Hedgehog" fanfiction we've never even seen yet!
FORRESTER: And when that's exhausted...oh, there are so many
series...like "The Transformers"...
TV'S FRANK: Or "Swat Kats"...
FORRESTER: Hmm..."Tale Spin"...
TV'S FRANK: "Tiny Toons"...
FORRESTER: "Thundarr The Barbarian"...
TV'S FRANK: "Turbo Teen"...
FORRESTER: "M*U*S*H"...
[ SOL ]
JOEL: You mean "M*A*S*H," sirs?
[ D13 ]
FORRESTER: [ Chuckling heartily ] Oh, no, no, no...I mean "M*U*S*H"...
look it up sometime...
TV'S FRANK: [ Pointing at the laptop screen ] Hey, look, it's a
"Pandamonium" fanfic!
FORRESTER: Really?
TV'S FRANK: Right there.
FORRESTER: Download it. We may have next week's experiment for
you, Joel...
TV'S FRANK: [ Presses the 'mouse' button. Again the flash and
explosion from his headset and again he passes out. ]
DR. F: I love this computer. Bye-bye. [ Presses button. ]
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> ...and she then realized it. She stopped in her tracks and spoke
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