As the lesson ended for another day, T.K and Mike began to talk.
"Well," said Mike as the pair paid for the lesson, bowed and left the
Dojang "I wasn't going to take any of that from him, so I retaliated!"
"As you would!" commented T.K, nodding.
"And to cut a long story short," continued Mike "he decided it would be
best to leave me alone after all!"
"Well, he did start it!" said the still nodding tiger.
The pair walked and talked all the way to T.K's house, where they put
their bags down in the hallway before heading into the kitchen.
Thoughts always turned to food after a lesson, and the pair had a mighty
appetite. T.K went to the freezer and opened the door slowly.
"And tonight we shall be feasting on....." announced T.K in a TV
announcer style voice "...Absolutely nothing!"
Both Mike and T.K stared into the freezer. An empty freezer stared back
at them!
"No problem!" said T.K with a small nod "We'll check out the fridge."
Mike walked into the next room, and started setting up the video games -
another post Tae Kwon-Do activity, designed to relax the mind and hurt
the ego of the looser. In the meantime, T.K hunted high and low for a
decent meal.
"There..." shouted T.K from the kitchen "Appears to be a small problem on
the food side of things. Meaning, we don't have any food at all, well
not enough for a meal anyway!"
"So, you forgot to do the shopping, huh!" called Mike back.
"Yeah, it appears so! Fancy a take-a-way? The local fish & chip shop
delivers!"
"Okay. make mine a jumbo sausage and large chips!"
"Right, I'll have savaloy and chips I think! Now help me find the phone!"
The phone was cordless and T.K could never remember where he put it. It
was often in the strangest of places, including in the loft at one
point. Mike, who was getting in some early practise, paused his game
and started hunting in the living room. The phone was eventually found
under the sofa and the food was soon on it's way.
"And now..." said T.K as he leapt over the back on the sofa and picked
up his control pad "We play video games until the chips arrive! That
sound good to you?"
"That sounds great to me!" agreed Mike as he unpaused his game and
restarted the machine.
"And here we are at Spa on this wonderful race day!" blared out the
familiar tones of Murrey Walkar from the television. Formula One games
had always been the favourite games to play in the evening, and with all
the other cars in the race as well, it meant that neither T.K or Mike
would HAVE to win the race! T.K then unplugged the two pads and
replaced them with two brand new steering wheels.
"Ooo, posh!" commented Mike, to which T.K nodded excitedly.
"And the lights go out...It's go, go, go!!!!" shouted the TV as the race
began. 63 laps later the race would end and the winner would be decided.
"Are you glad I got the F1 steering wheels for this game?" asked T.K as
he over took what looked to be a FCR (Furry Car Racing) car!
"Oh yeah!" said Mike "Those control pads just weren't make for paws were
they?"
"You got that right!" laughed T.K.
Just as T.K overtook Mike for the second time the doorbell rang.
"Arr. Dinner has arrived!" Mike said as he paused the racing.
"At last! I'm starving!" muttered the hungry tiger as he got up and
grabbed some money.
"That'll be nearly all your money please!" the delivery man announced
when he saw the amount of money T.K had!
"Aww what!" moaned T.K "Okay, here you go!" T.K paid the amount.
"Don't I get a tip?" asked the delivery man.
"Yeah!" shouted Mike from in front of the telly "Never rip off Tae
Kwon-Do students!"
The delivery man huffed and walked back to his bike. T.K chuckled and
counted his remaining few coins.
"Arr, dang it! I don't even have enough for a chocolate bar anymore!
That's gotta last me another 3 days that has! Why are take-a-way's so
expensive?"
"It's a fact of life my friend!" said Mike as he got a couple of plates
out. "It's a fact of life!"
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There you go, a glossary of technical terms is available upon request,
and as always, back issues are available. netx part is due on Friday,
but if I forget again I will be sending it on Wed night or something
since I'm not in over the next weekend!
- TK
Member of FCOS: Pridelands TK-D Instructor
AOL IM: Tae KwonDo Tiger
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In a message dated 5/12/2001 4:29:02 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
tk.t...@fursuitsandfriends.co.uk writes:
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lol where did u get T.K. from? I think I know
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Well, it IS a fictional autobiography, hehe.
And now to stop this being a spammy 1 liner, I shall think of something
deep and meaningfull to say.......
Or maybe not, sorry folks!
- TK
Short, Spammy, Stupid - all rolled into 1!
TK Tiger wrote:
> Well, it IS a fictional autobiography, hehe.
Isn't "fictional autobiography" redundant? ;?)
>
> And now to stop this being a spammy 1 liner, I shall think of something
> deep and meaningfull to say.......
But brevity is the soul of wit ;?)
Roger