SITH WAR 2002: Do the limbo...
Michael Ponte (Love Machine)
everything went to hell and people stopped posting...
Walsh, Ponte, Admiral Piett, and Herve Villechaize are in the center of the
place known as LIMBO! Colorful swirling energies surround the Quartet.
"This sucks man"
"I agree Herve. Sean, how did we end up in Limbo?"
"You see Admiral, When people stopping taking part in this Sith War, we were
left behind and became stagnant. As is the rule, we ended up here in Limbo"
A man comes up to group.
"Hello there! Welcome to limbo!"
Ponte floats over to the visitor and shakes hands.
"Wow! Steve Guttenberg! I loved you in Parent Trap!"
"Thanks. I am the honorary Mayor here in Limbo. If you'd like I can
reccomend some fine dining establishments in the vicinity."
"Sounds good! let's go everyone!"
They all march off to get some food.
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Several weeks later, The Quartet sit around a table playing cards with
Harvey Korman, Estelle Getty, and Abe Vigoda. Vigoda shines a great big
smile and stands up.
"HA! That's it fellas! Conan O'Brian needs me again for another sketch! I'm
gonna stay out there this time!"
Vigoda vanishes in a flash of light. 30 Seconds later, he re-appears. Korman
Breaks out in an uproarious laugh.
"HA!!! You silly old man! (to the Quartet) This happens once every month or
so!
Sean stops laughing as he feels a strange tingling.
"Wait a minute. Something is weird."
"I feel it too Sean, can you Piett?"
"Yeah. I know this feeling! We are not stagnant anymore!
Ponte looks up at this
"Oh yeah baby! It's Sith War time!!"
The Four of them disappear and reappear on The Meatball that was Rassm.
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Some time later, Sean and Mike sits on chairs made of sausage around a giant
Mozzarella Cheese table.
"How the hell does a Meatball maintain an atmosphere?"
"I don't know Mike."
"Where did Piett and Herve go?"
"They went back to Quantum Piett. They have some stories to appear in"
"What is this?"
He holds up a Hermaphrodite nudie magazine to Walsh
"GAH! What is wrong with you."
"It's all this pent up Drake shit inside my system."
"Well get rid of it."
"I can't"
"Here, drink this."
"What is it?"
"It will fix you right up"
Ponte takes a swig and shrinks back down to his normal size.
"All right Walshie! Thanks."
"Someone had to do something. about your transformation. You were driving me
nuts!"
"Did you read the paper this morning?"
"No, what's going on?"
"Planet RASSM is going to hold elections for Lord of the Planet"
"No shit. Who's running?"
"Drake, The Archon, and 'The leader'"
"The Leader eh? Sounds like a good name for our future Lord and Master."
"One would think, but I have something else in mind Walshie."
"Oh no..."
"Oh yes. Think about it! Do any of these clowns have any experience in
Public Office?"
"None that I know of."
"And how much do I have?"
"Let's see, you were a town commissioner for 3 years in your hometown..."
"Yes..."
"You are very active with Campaign Finance Reform..."
"Yes..."
"You do have a nice collection of Politcal pins and bumper stickers.."
"Indeed."
"You did take classes in Leadership, Managment, Law, and Government in
College."
"Better believe it."
"Holy shit...you are the most qualified of all of them!"
"Wanna be My VP?"
"Let me think about that...ah! What the hell! Sure!"
"Ponte-Walsh! We will remake RASSM in our images!!!"
SUMMARY:
Ponte, Walsh, Herve, Piett in Limbo.
Piett and Herve leave and go back to silly Quantum Piett Stories at
http://www.geocities.com/quantumpiett/
Ponte and Walsh make a run for Lord of RASSM.
--
Michael Ponte: The Love Machine
super...@attbi.com
Veteran of Celebration I and II
"Only about 10 percent of movies made every year are any good. Ninety
percent are just plain shit. And today it seems we're standing in the middle
of the shit." - George Lucas
Visit Quantum Piett: http://www.geocities.com/quantumpiett/
And Ponte Central: http://www.geocities.com/pontecentral/
Kim Le
for Ponte-Walsh: Lords of the Planet.
"We're way in the back! I can't believe you left our press passes!"
"Hush you, it's hard enough to hear what they're saying without you
complaining every other sentence."
"I have to admit that giving the speech while balancing on top of a
giant meatball was a nice touch."
"Stop referencing completely idiotic plot points of previous Sith War
posts dammit!"
"Shhh, he's sayin' somethin'!"
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The crowd silences as Michael Ponte stands tall and proud upon his
giant meatball and begins his speech.
"My minions! *I* am Sifo-Dyas!"
*crowd gasps*
"No one is more qualified to rule this planet--"
"Oh, you're only settling for the planet now, are ya? That's a step
down from your average Sith Warrior!"
"That's a good thing, right?"
"I, uh, was town commissioner for three years--"
"What town?"
"My hometown!"
"I never heard of no commissioned town from this Ponte..."
"Probably pushed the town into obscurity. That's what we'd get from
this fellow. We'd be one step below alt.fan.galactic-boobies if he
had his way."
"There's an alt.fan.galactic-boobies?!"
"BOOBIES!"
"....active in campaign finance reform--"
"Your Republic credits are no good here!"
"YEAH!"
"...I have taken classes in Leadership--"
"Get a job!"
"Managment--"
"Learn to spellcheck!"
"How can you tell, he's *saying* it..."
"I know."
"Law--"
"Dude, were you part of the CHUCKY trial?"
"And Government--"
"Down with government! HOT ORGY ACTION(tm) FOR ALL!"
"Must be one of those Sal supporters."
"HOT NEKKID CHICKS!"
"YEAH!"
"Drake supporter."
"If you people would please vote for me, I will put my private
collection of political pins and bumper stickers up for sale on
eBay--"
"What's that one he's holding up say?"
"'Nothing but Dick and Bush for 4 Years.'"
"Must be going for the Drake vote."
"FOOD FIGHT!"
And with that, the rally degenerated into a riot of flying strands of
spaghetti and HOT ORGY ACTION(tm). And someone ran off with the giant
meatball.
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Summary: The members of Squid Ink Inc. heckle the Ponte-Walsh rally.
-- Kim Le