[SITH WAR 2002]: Clones
Policraticus: The Real McEwok
in one of the darkest, most remote and secure caverns of his Welsh
Coal-Mine Secret Base.
"Thanks, Baby," he grinned, as Shirley Bassey handed him another pint
of Brains. "So, Gaius, how are you finding this gig?"
"Bonus est," answered the consul Gaius Marius (d. 86 BC) from the
reconditioned chez longue on the other side of the coffee table. "Cum
exercito suo clonorum, victoriam nostra esset!"
"Yeah," the Welsh crooner agreed. "Now, there's just one last piece to
put on the board, if you catch my meaning, boyo."
Right on cue, there was a hiss of steam, and a Spaarti cylinder
dropped slowly from the shadows of the cavern's vault, the slowly
shifting light of the lava lamps playing across the moisture-beaded
clearsteel of its main tube.
As the hydraulic rams reached their full extent and locked in place,
there was a metalic snicker, and the bottom of the cylinder irised
open. A naked human being, and a large quantity of what looked like
Pimms, dropped with a rude whoosh to the floor of the cavern.
"Bastardus es," Gaius Marius breathed in disbelief. "Sed amo habitum
suum."
"That's nothing," Tom Jones grinned. "We're working on a Trory clone."
The Jedi Haacker looked blanky at them, wondering why he was here, who
these strange people were, and why he had such a strong urge to be...
nice... to Pokemon. Then, without warning, a herring materialised in
mid-air, and slapped him in the face.
"Ouch," he said, his voice bland and indifferent. "Must... find...
Pokemon."
Tom Jones reached out with the Force, and flicked a switch on the
transporter device salvaged from the Star Trek fleet that had been
destroyed in Sith War VI. The Jedi Haacker dissolved into a shimmer of
electric motes, as he was transmitted across space-time, to reappear
somewhere on Planet RASSM.
***
Summary: Tom Jones has produced a pokemonophiliac clone of the Jedi
Hacker (with several other undisclosed modifications) and beamed him
to Planet RASSM...
Pol'
Michael Ponte (Love Machine)
"Policraticus: The Real McEwok" <policr...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
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> Tom Jones sat on a tattered, but still well-sprung faux-leather sofa
> in one of the darkest, most remote and secure caverns of his Welsh
> Coal-Mine Secret Base.
>
> "Thanks, Baby," he grinned, as Shirley Bassey handed him another pint
> of Brains. "So, Gaius, how are you finding this gig?"
>
> "Bonus est," answered the consul Gaius Marius (d. 86 BC)
Gaius Marius??? Why use that big eyebrowed freak? Go for Lucius Cornelius
Sulla! He is clearly the greater Roman!
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Policraticus: The Real McEwok
> "Policraticus: The Real McEwok" <policr...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
> news:b0714bad.02061...@posting.google.com...
> > Tom Jones sat on a tattered, but still well-sprung faux-leather sofa
> > in one of the darkest, most remote and secure caverns of his Welsh
> > Coal-Mine Secret Base.
> >
> > "Thanks, Baby," he grinned, as Shirley Bassey handed him another
> > pint of Brains. "So, Gaius, how are you finding this gig?"
> >
> > "Bonus est," answered the consul Gaius Marius (d. 86 BC)
>
> Gaius Marius??? Why use that big eyebrowed freak? Go for Lucius
> Cornelius Sulla! He is clearly the greater Roman!
Yes, but Marius is the most appropriate to be associated with a Welsh coal-mine...
> Michael Ponte: The Love Machine
Pol'
Michael Ponte (Love Machine)
"Policraticus: The Real McEwok" <policr...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
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> "Michael Ponte \(Love Machine\)" <super...@attbi.com> wrote in message
news:<z5aP8.216182$352.13969@sccrnsc02>...
> > "Policraticus: The Real McEwok" <policr...@hotmail.com> wrote in
message
> > news:b0714bad.02061...@posting.google.com...
> > > Tom Jones sat on a tattered, but still well-sprung faux-leather sofa
> > > in one of the darkest, most remote and secure caverns of his Welsh
> > > Coal-Mine Secret Base.
> > >
> > > "Thanks, Baby," he grinned, as Shirley Bassey handed him another
> > > pint of Brains. "So, Gaius, how are you finding this gig?"
> > >
> > > "Bonus est," answered the consul Gaius Marius (d. 86 BC)
> >
> > Gaius Marius??? Why use that big eyebrowed freak? Go for Lucius
> > Cornelius Sulla! He is clearly the greater Roman!
>
> Yes, but Marius is the most appropriate to be associated with a Welsh
coal-mine...
>
> > Michael Ponte: The Love Machine
>
> Pol'
sorry , my mistake :)
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Policraticus: The Real McEwok
> "Policraticus: The Real McEwok" <policr...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
> news:b0714bad.02061...@posting.google.com...
> > "Michael Ponte \(Love Machine\)" <super...@attbi.com> wrote in message
> news:<z5aP8.216182$352.13969@sccrnsc02>...
> > > "Policraticus: The Real McEwok" <policr...@hotmail.com> wrote in
> message
> > > news:b0714bad.02061...@posting.google.com...
> > > > Tom Jones sat on a tattered, but still well-sprung faux-leather sofa
> > > > in one of the darkest, most remote and secure caverns of his Welsh
> > > > Coal-Mine Secret Base.
> > > >
> > > > "Thanks, Baby," he grinned, as Shirley Bassey handed him another
> > > > pint of Brains. "So, Gaius, how are you finding this gig?"
> > > >
> > > > "Bonus est," answered the consul Gaius Marius (d. 86 BC)
> > >
> > > Gaius Marius??? Why use that big eyebrowed freak? Go for Lucius
> > > Cornelius Sulla! He is clearly the greater Roman!
> >
> > Yes, but Marius is the most appropriate to be associated with a Welsh
> coal-mine...
> >
> > > Michael Ponte: The Love Machine
> >
> > Pol'
>
> sorry , my mistake :)
That's quite all right. Given the context, it's entirely explicable ;Źp