From: droethan (droe50NOdrSPAM@yahoo.com.invalid) Subject: [PW!] Sweet Dreams are Made of These... Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/06/25 Dernam awoke on the plane midflight over the Pacific. Everyone else was asleep, cradling thin, pathetic excuses for pillows, covering themselves with thin, scratchy blankets. Dernam thought of how pathetic these people where, trying to escape there meaningles exsistances, inadiquately covering themselves against the in-flight elements. Then he remembered he was one of them, escaping to a far off country, of which he new quite a bit, and a little of the language, but it was an escape, either this way or that. He was trapped by himself, with his girlfriend, but still alone. And he had to take a piss. Quietly getting up from his seat, Dernam slid his blanket off, deftly avoiding disturbing Allison. It was cold in the cabin, colder than he expected. He rubbed his arms to keep the blood flowing, and entered the coach bathroom, and flipped the occupied sign on. Dernam started to unzip his pants, when he heard a slight clicking sound behind him. "Just what do you think you're going up on this plane?" Dernam, thinking on his tows, drew the old police-issue 9mm he carried with his left hand, spun, and brang the gun, tilted at a 45 degree angle... Directly into the face of a very amused Mewtwo. "Just wht do you think you're going to do with that," the wise genetic freak,"give me the hiccups?" Dernam twisted the pistol right side up, and dropped it. "Geezus, you fairy, what's the idea of sneaking into the men's bathroom like that just when I'm about to drop my pants? You coming out of the closet?" Mewtwo's usually smug grin turned to a frown. "Pathetic human." he said without moving his lips. "If I weren't in such a good mood right now, I'd just kill you here and now. Not like that's something totally out of the ordinary right now." His smile returned. "What the bloody hell are you talking about, Mewspew?" "You watch your smart mouth, or I'll do their job for them." "OK, 'their'? What in tarnation are you talking about?" Mewtwo cleared his throat, an action Dernam thought was pretty unneccesary, considering his ability to talk without a throat. "If you didn't already know, most of ATR has quit, only one real member, plus you, is still in. If he is taken out or retires, that leaves you as the soul surviver of ATR. That, and Team Rocket wants to kill all the ATR members, still in or not. The Rockets are almost as all knowing as I am." Dernam thought it all over and looked at Mewtwo, directly into those cold, royal purple, unfeeling eyes. "And why the f*ck tell me all this?" "Because I enjoy telling people things, to taunt them. There is no way to get a message off this plane. By the time you land, all of ATR will most likely be dead. Your comrades in arms will all, and you can do nothing about it. Just be glad that you shall be spared, due to the actions of your girlfriend. Be thank full you are still a poontang-obsessed teenager, or your girlfriend's influence wouldn't have been enough, and you would be killed, along with the others, but the point is..." "What?" "You're friends ae gonna die, and you can't stop it! Nyah nyah nyah nyah, nnyyaahh!!" With that, Mewtwo put his 3-fingered hand to his forhead, made an L, stuck out his tongue, gave Dernam a raspberry, and dissappeared as quickly as he had come." "Pervert, probably just wanted to get a piece, damn faggot." "I heard that." "Sorry, sorry, jeezus, hard-nut." Dernam had a funky feeling, like the world had been turned upside down. And he REALLY had to take a piss now. <End>