SITH WAR 2002: Attack of the Spoilers
Policraticus: The Real McEwok
for the title...]
Grand Admiral McEwok and the Man with the Golden Lightsaber were still
in Berlin. In the interim since the previous Sith War, they had fought
off the attentions of Christopher Isherwood, embarrassed W.H. Auden,
and successfully prevented a drunk Dan'l Miller from selling the
DeLorean to Ferdinand Porsche.
The Man with the Golden Lightsaber had considered growing a third
nipple, but had been disuaded by the Infinity Kipper on the grounds
that it would be deeply anachronistic.
Suddenly, out of the Prussian-blue sky, there was a sound like a clap
of thunder. It took the two Sith Warriors a moment to realise that it
was just a repulsorlift backfiring, but they glanced into the sky in
time to see a small restaurant with a large beer garden sweep in over
the lake and land in the middle of Unter der Linden.
"Wuher's," the Man with the Golden Lightsaber noted. "This could be
interesting."
"He's wise," agreed McEwok, offering Deitrich a final grin before
jumping off his seat, and starting to stot across towards the pub.
"Hey," Wuher objected, catching sight of the white-uniformed Ewok. "We
don't serve their kind here."
McEwok glanced at the barbecue.
"Jist as weel," he chuckled.
There was a sound like banthas farting, and McEwok and the Man
vanished, leaving only two empty steins and a slight whiff of whisky
wafting across towards Wuher's.
"Damn rude," Kallas muttered, and taking a sip of beer.
"Too true," Rendar agreed, pushing his pawn forwards, and smirking at
his old friend.
***
Almost instentaneously, McEwok and the Man appeared on the bridge of
the GSV _Sing When You're Winning_. Glancing at the navigation
consoles, McEwok saw that they were already hurtling out of the
system, racing back towards.
"Och, ye greit big Govan-buildit louk," he asked, "whit wiz aw' that
aboot? Ah hid a come-back ah'd been savin' fer thot lourin' Sassenach,
an ye went an' interruptit me!"
The ship seemed to smile.
"And so," it said nonsequitoriously, affecting a sonorous,
Babylon5esque voice, "it begins..."
Michael Ponte (Love Machine)
"Policraticus: The Real McEwok" <policr...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:b0714bad.02052...@posting.google.com...
> [This one's dedicated to all the perplexed newbies. And Ponte and Rim
> for the title...]
good lord.. what have I done... what HAVE I done...
--
Long Live Salacious Crumb....
Michael Ponte: The Love Machine
super...@attbi.com
President of the International Society of Gold Leader Enthusiasts (ISGLE)
Veteran of Celebration I and II
"Someone asked me yesterday if Dracula met Saruman and there was a fight,
who would win. I just looked at this man. What an idiotic thing to say. I
mean, really, it was half-witted." -Christopher Lee
Visit Quantum Piett: http://www.geocities.com/quantumpiett/
And Ponte Central: http://www.geocities.com/pontecentral/
Michael Ponte (Love Machine)
sit at a computer screen.
"Look at this! These damn Oldbies actually think that they can avoid
spoilers?" mutters Jake, leader of the Newbie patrol.
Sylvester, the shy in real life, but a loudmouthed Newbie in RASSM CITY,
looks to the screen and smiles an evil grin. He begins:
SUBJECT: ANAKIN LOSES HIS ARM!
BODY: Can you guys believe this?! Did you hear that they decapitate Jango
Fett too??? Also, I hear a rumor that Shmi get's killed by the Tuskens and
Ani loses it and kills em all!!!
Of course it all ties into....
SPOILER SPACE:
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
0
9
8
7
6
5
4
it all ties nicely into the fact that OLDBIES SUCK ASS!!!!!
P.S. Anakin and Padme get married in the end!!!!
~'Darth' Sylvester~
Laughing at Sylvester's handiwork, Jonathan, the 3rd Newbie accidentally
knocks over his Star Trek paperweight. As he bends over to get it, a
something just outside of his eyeline catches his attention. "Hey fellas.
What's that on the lawn???"
The three walk to the front door and open it. There, on the lawn is THE
DEATH STAR!!!! From a speaker mounted on the side, a voice comes:
"Old School assholes! Old School!"
A beam fires from the emitter array and blasts three Pink Flamingos to
smithereens. It then focuses on the garden trolls for good measure! It's
work done, it flies into the sky and searched for it's next target. On the
bridge, a shadowy figure sits on a throne. From behind, an officer
approaches.
"M'lord, the attack on the spoilers has begun."
The shadowy one smiles at this news. "Excellent Commander. Who shall we
assault next? The Gonkites? Porkinites? Oh wait....YES! I have it!"
"What shall be the target sir?"
"Set coordinates for.... the TROLLS!!!!!"
"Excellent sir!"
The Newly built Death Star flies onward to it's evil purpose...
Just let those remember, I didn't start it, I just named it...quite
accidentally.
Rimrunner
> [This one's dedicated to all the perplexed newbies. And Ponte and Rim
> for the title...]
'Tis an honor I would gladly forego...
> "And so," it said nonsequitoriously, affecting a sonorous,
> Babylon5esque voice, "it begins..."
What do you do if you missed the last one entirely? The last thing I
remember is taking off from somewhere in the vicinity of the Snow Fortress
in Sith War...uh...8.1?
I don't even remember who else was on my ship.
I do think I need to order a new McSidekick, though.
-g,
here we go again
--
WORDS FOR SALE: http://www.drizzle.com/~rimrun/words.html
"An artist's expression is his soul made apparent." -- Bruce Lee
Daniel O. Miller
> Grand Admiral McEwok and the Man with the Golden Lightsaber were still
> in Berlin. In the interim since the previous Sith War, they had fought
> off the attentions of Christopher Isherwood, embarrassed W.H. Auden,
> and successfully prevented a drunk Dan'l Miller from selling the
> DeLorean to Ferdinand Porsche.
Ha ha ha! You just made my evening. Though I doubt Ferry would have
approved of a stainless steel car.
Daniel O. Miller
"Does this look familiar? Do you know what it is? Neither do I! I made
it last night in my sleep. Apparently I used gindrogac - highly unstable!
I put a button on it, yes? I wish to press it, but I'm not sure what will
happen if I do..." - Gune
WWYD?
James Watson
"Michael Ponte (Love Machine)" <super...@attbi.com> wrote in message
news:B5iH8.2353$d51.9...@typhoon.ne.ipsvc.net...
> Laughing at Sylvester's handiwork, Jonathan, the 3rd Newbie accidentally
> knocks over his Star Trek paperweight. As he bends over to get it, a
> something just outside of his eyeline catches his attention. "Hey fellas.
> What's that on the lawn???"
>
> The three walk to the front door and open it. There, on the lawn is THE
> DEATH STAR!!!! From a speaker mounted on the side, a voice comes:
Whoa!!! Copyright violation! Copyright violation!
I want my lawyer!!!
> "Old School assholes! Old School!"
>
> A beam fires from the emitter array and blasts three Pink Flamingos to
> smithereens. It then focuses on the garden trolls for good measure! It's
> work done, it flies into the sky and searched for it's next target. On the
> bridge, a shadowy figure sits on a throne. From behind, an officer
> approaches.
Aggghhhhhhh!!!!!!
I want Johnny Cochrane NOW!!!
Dark Jaames C'Ewok
Master of the Dark Dark Side
Michael Mierzwa
>
> Aggghhhhhhh!!!!!!
>
> I want Johnny Cochrane NOW!!!
>
> Dark Jaames C'Ewok
With that Endor script you carry around?
You'd be lucky if you could get Senator Binks to be your advocate.
Michael
- on second thought ... that would be "unluck"
Policraticus: The Real McEwok
> > Rim for the title...]
>
> good lord.. what have I done... what HAVE I done...
Started a Sith War, mate. Good on ye!
Pol'
Sara Waterfall
but someone deleted it:
I think it's time for an intervention. After all, friends don't let
friends start Sith Wars.
On the other hand, you're a Red Sox fan.
Sal
-maybe it's time to kick your ass.
--
MiSTie #92866, death-bitch, and all around wonderful person.
"I must remember to destroy those kids after my breakfast has been
eaten." - Mojo Jojo
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Princess Buttercup's Flying Castle of Mayhem
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teens
> sit at a computer screen.
You mean somewhere in Boston or thereabouts...
>
> "Look at this! These damn Oldbies actually think that they can avoid
> spoilers?" mutters Jake, leader of the Newbie patrol.
Otherwise knows as Michael Ponte (Love Machine).
>
> Sylvester, the shy in real life, but a loudmouthed Newbie in RASSM
CITY,
> looks to the screen and smiles an evil grin. He begins:
And this is his trusty sidekick, Sean Walsh who happens to be the
funniest one in the bunch. I bow to his comedic prowess.
[snip fake post]
> Laughing at Sylvester's handiwork, Jonathan, the 3rd Newbie
accidentally
> knocks over his Star Trek paperweight. As he bends over to get it, a
> something just outside of his eyeline catches his attention. "Hey
fellas.
> What's that on the lawn???"
And this would be...Chris Pierson? ::blinks::
[snip]
> Just let those remember, I didn't start it, I just named it...quite
> accidentally.
You know you didn't have to even start it. It's bad enough with all the
gazillion daily posts. Thanks for nothing. :P
PB
Michael Ponte (Love Machine)
"Princess Buttercup's Flying Castle of Mayhem" <pee...@NOSPAMhotmail.com>
wrote in message news:acng3u$gpf$1...@bob.news.rcn.net...
> "Michael Ponte (Love Machine)" <super...@attbi.com> wrote in message
> news:B5iH8.2353$d51.9...@typhoon.ne.ipsvc.net...
> > In a secret location just outside of Boise Idaho, three pimple faced
> teens
> > sit at a computer screen.
>
> You mean somewhere in Boston or thereabouts...
You've uncovered my secret base!!!!
>
> >
> > "Look at this! These damn Oldbies actually think that they can avoid
> > spoilers?" mutters Jake, leader of the Newbie patrol.
>
> Otherwise knows as Michael Ponte (Love Machine).
ahem.. that is THE love machine....
>
> >
> > Sylvester, the shy in real life, but a loudmouthed Newbie in RASSM
> CITY,
> > looks to the screen and smiles an evil grin. He begins:
>
> And this is his trusty sidekick, Sean Walsh who happens to be the
> funniest one in the bunch. I bow to his comedic prowess.
You haven't seen me after a couple of beers. I'm pretty funny. Walsh usually
falls asleep.
>
> [snip fake post]
>
> > Laughing at Sylvester's handiwork, Jonathan, the 3rd Newbie
> accidentally
> > knocks over his Star Trek paperweight. As he bends over to get it, a
> > something just outside of his eyeline catches his attention. "Hey
> fellas.
> > What's that on the lawn???"
>
> And this would be...Chris Pierson? ::blinks::
I know nothing...
>
> [snip]
>
> > Just let those remember, I didn't start it, I just named it...quite
> > accidentally.
>
> You know you didn't have to even start it. It's bad enough with all the
> gazillion daily posts. Thanks for nothing. :P
>
> PB
>
Someone had to develop a post that Newbies will cringe in fear of!!! You
should be thanking me ;-)
Princess Buttercup's Flying Castle of Mayhem
>
> "Princess Buttercup's Flying Castle of Mayhem"
<pee...@NOSPAMhotmail.com>
> wrote in message news:acng3u$gpf$1...@bob.news.rcn.net...
> > "Michael Ponte (Love Machine)" <super...@attbi.com> wrote in
message
> > news:B5iH8.2353$d51.9...@typhoon.ne.ipsvc.net...
> > > In a secret location just outside of Boise Idaho, three pimple
faced
> > teens
> > > sit at a computer screen.
> >
> > You mean somewhere in Boston or thereabouts...
>
> You've uncovered my secret base!!!!
<el>
>
> >
> > >
> > > "Look at this! These damn Oldbies actually think that they can
avoid
> > > spoilers?" mutters Jake, leader of the Newbie patrol.
> >
> > Otherwise knows as Michael Ponte (Love Machine).
>
> ahem.. that is THE love machine....
I quickly glanced at the header in the post. Sorry. :P
>
> >
> > >
> > > Sylvester, the shy in real life, but a loudmouthed Newbie in RASSM
> > CITY,
> > > looks to the screen and smiles an evil grin. He begins:
> >
> > And this is his trusty sidekick, Sean Walsh who happens to be the
> > funniest one in the bunch. I bow to his comedic prowess.
>
> You haven't seen me after a couple of beers. I'm pretty funny. Walsh
usually
> falls asleep.
No I haven't and I'd rather keep it that way. Drunk people are stinky
and scary. :)
>
> >
> > [snip fake post]
> >
> > > Laughing at Sylvester's handiwork, Jonathan, the 3rd Newbie
> > accidentally
> > > knocks over his Star Trek paperweight. As he bends over to get it,
a
> > > something just outside of his eyeline catches his attention. "Hey
> > fellas.
> > > What's that on the lawn???"
> >
> > And this would be...Chris Pierson? ::blinks::
>
> I know nothing...
Me too!
>
>
> >
> > [snip]
> >
> > > Just let those remember, I didn't start it, I just named
it...quite
> > > accidentally.
> >
> > You know you didn't have to even start it. It's bad enough with all
the
> > gazillion daily posts. Thanks for nothing. :P
> >
> > PB
> >
>
> Someone had to develop a post that Newbies will cringe in fear of!!!
You
> should be thanking me ;-)
I don't know...maybe 'cause I'm not a newbie I didn't cringe. :P
Tell me a story. How did the ISGLE form up?
PB
make it funny, please
Michael Ponte (Love Machine)
> Tell me a story. How did the ISGLE form up?
>
> PB
> make it funny, please
>
Funny? what is this funny that everyone always mentions??? Just for you I
will make this as unfunny as most of my Quantum Piett Episodes!! {in case
you did not know, I suck at funny.)
------
The story begins in 1997. I was a strapping young man on vacation in Sri
Lanka. Just as I was about to hail a cab, Two men grabbed me and forced me
into thier car. Inside was a strange man wearing a mask.
"Good Afternoon Mr. Ponte. I have been anxiously awaiting your arrival"
I stared at this guy for a few seconds and then I spoke. "Who are you and
why have you abducted me?"
"Abducted is such a strong term. I prefer to think of this as a meeting. I
have something to offer you Mr. Ponte, great things lie ahead for you."
He pulled back his mask and revealed his face to me.
"Oh My GOD! You're the Gomp droid!!!!"
"It's Gonk you jerk!" he spoke oviously annoyed at my mispronunciation. "A
war is brewing. Factions are preparing to strike against one another very
soon. I have need of your skills..."
"Skills? What can I do?"
"You are the great nuclear scientist Michael Robert Ponte of Boise Idaho,
aren't you?"
"My name is Michael Richard Ponte of Swansea, Massachusetts! I am a college
student. I work in a restaurant!"
"uh..." Seeing his mistake, a blaster emits from one of his panels (he's a
droid, people) and just as he is about to shoot me, an X-wing swoops out of
the sky and assaults the car! I manage to jump out the window just as the
first blaster bolt enters the front winshield! I watch, amazed, as Gom...I
mean GONK uses two mounted rocket packs to fly away to safety.
The X-Wing lands and magically, a ladder just appears right along the side
of it. A figure climbs down and walks over to me. He removes his helmet.
"WOW! It's Orson Welles!"
"My name is Jet Porkins!"
"Ooops, sorry. My bad"
"It's alright I get it all the time. My master has sent me to destroy the
evil Gomp Droid and his armies"
"I believe that it is pronounced GONK."
"Oh god, not you too. Well, anyway, We have seen some of your online work
and we would like to hire you."
"What for? If I may ask"
"You see, I am but the public face of a larger Organization known as the
True Faith of the Holy savior of the Internet- Porkins, the "TFOTHSOFI-P"
That name was far too long so we shortened it to "Porkinites"
"I see, somewhat. You mentioned that you were but the public face of this
movement."
"Indeed, I secretly work for the TRUE hero of the battle of Yavin."
"Luke Skywalker?"
"NO! Not farmboy! I work for..... GOLD LEADER!"
"Which one was he? The guy with the facial hair that Luke talks to before
going off to battle?"
"No, that's Biggs."
"Perhaps he is the dude that bails out on Luke because he takes a hit from
Vader?"
"Wrong again, that was Wedge, wussy bastard."
"The guy that lost his starboard Engine?"
"Nope. RED leader."
"That was closer though."
"True"
"Is he the guy that saved Luke and Han on Hoth?"
"Wrong movie"
"Uh....the fat guy that gets blasted apart like a little pansy?"
"No...No....HEY! I am not a pansy!"
"I don't know who he his. What does he do in the movie?"
"He's the guy that switches on his targeting computer"
"The A-Wing guy?!!!"
"Yeah."
"You're joking"
"No, why would I joke"
"That ship was so lame!"
"It did alright."
"Yeah, compared to your performance up there"
"Listen, I am not here to take abuse. I am here to recruit you. Do you want
a job or not?"
"What is this job?"
"You will be the President of the Secret Society devoted to Gold Leader."
"Why would I want to lead such an organization? He sucks!"
He reaches into his flight suit and withdraws a very large wad of cash, all
hundred dollar bills. "These guy have friends...lots of them!"
"You've convinced me. What shall we call this new group?"
"How about the International Society of Gold Leader Enthusiasts?"
"ISGLE eh? Not bad. Better than TFOTHSOFI-P."
"True..True..."
"So do we like hop into a Sith War or something?"
"Good god no! That is too much visibilty for Gold Leader. We will bide our
time. When RASSM is overrun by the Newbies, and the Oldbie factions have
grown weak, we shall strike!"
"When the Oldbies grow weak? That could never happen!"
"Oh, but it will... Gold Leader has prophesized the first step in the
dissolution of the Oldbie order. It is the union of Sal and Trory. When the
JTFC falls, so shall the Oldbies. The powerful Oldbies will get famous by
writing about Star Wars and will get good jobs. They will not have to time
post online anymore."
"But how will I infiltrate their world? I'm just a Newbie!"
"You are a Newbie now, but by the year 2002, you will be a part of thier
world! Go to thier Rassmcons! Make them think you are a nice guy! Aim
directly for Buttercup and Padmarie! They can be swayed to your side!"
"I don't know if I can pull this off."
"Don't worry, you have an advantage that none of them posses"
"Which is?"
"Sean Walsh."
"That Admiral Piett geek that I work with?"
"Yes, him. He has wormed his way into their world. Have him teach you the
ways of RASSM. He is your way in. When you no longer need him to support
your activities in the group, we shall strike!"
"This sounds pretty cool all of a sudden"
Porkins climbs up his ladder and boards his X Wing. "Stay strong Michael!
You can defeat them! We are counting on you!"
He rockets off into the sky to continue his War with the Gonkites.
---
I another part of the World, Hoboken NJ,
A man goes to his telephone and dials a secret phone number....
"Sir, they have made contact with him...."
".....it begins......"
"They will not suceed in their task! The SSSC, The Secret Society of
Salacious Crumb will stop them!. We shall conquer the Universe!"
"...indeed...."
Policraticus: The Real McEwok
Ponte \(Love Machine\)...
[snip]
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Och, ye evil, fucking, fucking evil beistard!
> Just let those remember, I didn't start it, I just named it...quite
> accidentally.
Aye? An' noo?
Pol'
Policraticus: The Real McEwok
> In article <b0714bad.02052...@posting.google.com>,
> Policraticus: The Real McEwok wrote:
> > [This one's dedicated to all the perplexed newbies. And Ponte and Rim
> > for the title...]
>
> 'Tis an honor I would gladly forego...
At the risk of sounding like John Donchig... I know...
> > "And so," it said nonsequitoriously, affecting a sonorous,
> > Babylon5esque voice, "it begins..."
>
> What do you do if you missed the last one entirely? The last thing I
> remember is taking off from somewhere in the vicinity of the Snow
> Fortress in Sith War...uh...8.1?
You have a hangover... your memory will return, in time...
[consider that a plot hoojib, too]
> I don't even remember who else was on my ship.
>
> I do think I need to order a new McSidekick, though.
What was wrong with the last one?
> -g,
> here we go again
Yippee!
Pol'
Policraticus: The Real McEwok
> On 23 May 2002, Policraticus: The Real McEwok wrote:
>
> > Grand Admiral McEwok and the Man with the Golden Lightsaber were
> > still in Berlin. In the interim since the previous Sith War, they had
> > fought off the attentions of Christopher Isherwood, embarrassed W.H.
> > Auden, and successfully prevented a drunk Dan'l Miller from selling
> > the DeLorean to Ferdinand Porsche.
>
> Ha ha ha! You just made my evening. Though I doubt Ferry would have
> approved of a stainless steel car.
Hey, it was just a cheap joke...!
Glad you liked, though...
;¬)
> Daniel O. Miller
Pol'
Princess Buttercup's Flying Castle of Mayhem
>
> > Tell me a story. How did the ISGLE form up?
> >
> > PB
> > make it funny, please
> >
>
> Funny? what is this funny that everyone always mentions??? Just for
you I
> will make this as unfunny as most of my Quantum Piett Episodes!! {in
case
> you did not know, I suck at funny.)
I haven't gone back to read the other Quantum Piett episodes but I'll be
the judge of you sucking at funny. :P
>
[snip]
> The X-Wing lands and magically, a ladder just appears right along the
side
> of it. A figure climbs down and walks over to me. He removes his
helmet.
LOL!
...magical ladder...
>
> "WOW! It's Orson Welles!"
>
> "My name is Jet Porkins!"
Jet? You should be flogged with a cat for getting it wrong.
>
[snip]
> "Wrong again, that was Wedge, wussy bastard."
Heh...
>
[snip]
> "Uh....the fat guy that gets blasted apart like a little pansy?"
>
> "No...No....HEY! I am not a pansy!"
LOL!
>
> "I don't know who he his. What does he do in the movie?"
>
> "He's the guy that switches on his targeting computer"
>
> "The A-Wing guy?!!!"
>
> "Yeah."
Wait...A-Wing? We didn't see A-Wings until TESB! Get your ships
straight, dude.
>
[snip]
> "Oh, but it will... Gold Leader has prophesized the first step in the
> dissolution of the Oldbie order. It is the union of Sal and Trory.
When the
> JTFC falls, so shall the Oldbies. The powerful Oldbies will get famous
by
> writing about Star Wars and will get good jobs. They will not have to
time
> post online anymore."
>
> "But how will I infiltrate their world? I'm just a Newbie!"
>
> "You are a Newbie now, but by the year 2002, you will be a part of
thier
> world! Go to thier Rassmcons! Make them think you are a nice guy! Aim
> directly for Buttercup and Padmarie! They can be swayed to your side!"
Hah! ::cough::
And just how can that be accomplished?
>
> "I don't know if I can pull this off."
You seem to be doing pretty good on your own.
>
> "Don't worry, you have an advantage that none of them posses"
>
> "Which is?"
>
> "Sean Walsh."
>
> "That Admiral Piett geek that I work with?"
Give me fair warning, dude. I almost drowned on soda here and
electrocuted myself with the keyboard. I thought *you* were the Admiral
Piett geek.
>
[snip]
> I another part of the World, Hoboken NJ,
>
> A man goes to his telephone and dials a secret phone number....
>
> "Sir, they have made contact with him...."
>
> ".....it begins......"
>
> "They will not suceed in their task! The SSSC, The Secret Society of
> Salacious Crumb will stop them!. We shall conquer the Universe!"
>
> "...indeed...."
So you like to switch sides. Remind me never to trust you with my lint
collection.
Overall it was funny even if you got some things wrong. Just don't do
that in the SW or it'll come back to bite you in the hiney.
PB
Michael Ponte (Love Machine)
"
> >
> > "My name is Jet Porkins!"
>
> Jet? You should be flogged with a cat for getting it wrong.
>
> >
> [snip]
> > "I don't know who he his. What does he do in the movie?"
> >
> > "He's the guy that switches on his targeting computer"
> >
> > "The A-Wing guy?!!!"
> >
> > "Yeah."
>
> Wait...A-Wing? We didn't see A-Wings until TESB! Get your ships
> straight, dude.
I am pretty sure that Gold Leader flew an A wing in the film. He certainly
did not fly an x-wing. Jet was a typo, I obviously meant Cornelius Porkins
:)
Rimrunner
(Love Machine) wrote:
[please don't snip attributions, Michael. Thank you.]
>> Wait...A-Wing? We didn't see A-Wings until TESB! Get your ships
>> straight, dude.
>
> I am pretty sure that Gold Leader flew an A wing in the film. He certainly
> did not fly an x-wing. Jet was a typo, I obviously meant Cornelius Porkins
>:)
I can't believe I'm getting into this argument, but...it was a Y-wing.
We don't see A-wings until RotJ. It's the fighter that crashes into the
bridge of the Super Star Destroyer.
-g
Celaeno
Real McEwok):
>[This one's dedicated to all the perplexed newbies. And Ponte and Rim
>for the title...]
With the sound of a sigh, closely followed by a rather conspicuous
thud, the tallest tree in the forest impales itself through the bridge
of the GSV _Sing When You're Winning_.
Sith War Goddess
--
"do not meddle in the affairs of goddesses, as being
struck by lightning often offends" - Rimrunner
Princess Buttercup's Flying Castle of Mayhem
> In article <Ok9I8.468$YV2.7...@typhoon.ne.ipsvc.net>, Michael Ponte
> (Love Machine) wrote:
>
> [please don't snip attributions, Michael. Thank you.]
>
> >> Wait...A-Wing? We didn't see A-Wings until TESB! Get your ships
> >> straight, dude.
> >
> > I am pretty sure that Gold Leader flew an A wing in the film. He
certainly
> > did not fly an x-wing. Jet was a typo, I obviously meant Cornelius
Porkins
> >:)
>
> I can't believe I'm getting into this argument, but...it was a Y-wing.
>
> We don't see A-wings until RotJ. It's the fighter that crashes into
the
> bridge of the Super Star Destroyer.
Thank you. Thank you. And thank you.
PB
it's not an argument :)
he's just smoking the wrong weed.
John Hansen
<3cf14089...@news.world-online.no>) on Sun, 26 May 2002 23:23:48 GMT...
>You will not evade me, policr...@hotmail.com (Policraticus: The
>Real McEwok):
>
>>[This one's dedicated to all the perplexed newbies. And Ponte and Rim
>>for the title...]
>
>With the sound of a sigh, closely followed by a rather conspicuous
>thud, the tallest tree in the forest impales itself through the bridge
>of the GSV _Sing When You're Winning_.
"Floyd, did I just hear a tree crash into a Culture ship in the forest?"
"Naah, must be your imagination."
Huh. I shrugged. Guess the philosophers were right. At least, that was my last
thought before blacking out.
[Who? What? Where am I?]
An indeterminate amount of time later, I survey my surroundings. "RASSM," I
mutter. "Attack of the n00bs, huh?" I chuckle and walk off in search of the
nearest library, and a Louisville Slugger while I'm at it. I'm sure that a lot's
happened since Sith War VII...
[A spectre suddenly appears in the air before me]
"Use the Google, John."
[He quickly vanishes]
Ah, yes, Google. Now who was that person again? Nevermind, there's a Death Star
zapping pink plastic flamingos. I quickly dropped a model of the Titanic (which
I had been carrying for some time, as the result of a bet against James Cameron)
in front of the Death Star and watched with satisfaction as it blew up and sank.
Oh well, waste of a perfectly good Death Star...
[The spectre appears again]
"You got your pronouns confused," he said before vanishing again.
I cleared my throat for no particular reason. Oh well, I thought, waste of a
perfectly lousy Titanic. And that annoying Leo.