Good last words...
Wolff Dobson
PURPLE EXEC looks at BLACK EXEC holding menacing zappy
pistol. PURPLE EXEC clears throat, scuffs toe
in dust.
PURPLE EXEC: "Now, I know we've been on . . a long
journey, here, and it hasn't always been easy. We're all guilty,
really, of letting this get out of hand. There've been some things,
that, in another context, might have seemed inappropriate,
unforgivable, even, but you know, at the end of the day, we're really
the same, you and I. Sure, my bathrobe is a little bluer than yours,
my score a little higher, but, you know, we're far more alike than
different. And our actions aren't really our own, you know? I'm
under orders from some clown in North Carolina, you from somebody in
California. It's not really me fighting you, now, is it?"
PURPLE EXEC looks around for exit, solace, anything, but sees only the cold
eye of BLACK MAX gazing at him over a huge gun barrel.
PURPLE EXEC: <visibly sweating> "Now, how about we just let bygones be
bygones, find a way out of this maze, and go have a beer? Hey, I'll
buy! I'll buy you all the beer you want! I'll pay to have your robe
dry cleaned. You too, Max!" <swallows> "I'll even get you some new
sneakers - my cousin works at the Athlete's Foot. Whaddya say?"
Talking Amoeba-391 team Hixie: Surprise!
Magnus Kristiansen
> Dobinators on Starship-357:
> -- Me, my two sheep, and my multiple lacerations and 3rd-degree burns
> now rule all we survey! Which is an exit-less dungeon full of corpses.
> Hmm...
> I didn't want to commit suicide, but I didn't want to inflict a
> meaningless 10-turn denoument on the other two folks. Wasn't sure of the
> protocol there. I can see where you stand now. Er, lie, in a spreading
> crimson puddle.
The people demand more good last words (or turn comments) for their
entertainment!
--
Magnus Kristiansen
"Don't worry; the Universe IS out to get you."