Subject: Re: [PW!] Breeder's Bane Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 14:17:42 -0700 From: "Tech Weaver - A Couple Pikachus Short of a Pokemon" <> Newsgroups: "Amber Foxwing" <> wrote in message news:tmg09.64577$ > > "Clayton" <> wrote in message > news:AA509.24970$ > > <Snipped by ninja Pidgeys with mad celery skills> > > "Well, Uncle Frank is the Move Tutor. He's mastered the art of teaching > > Flamethrower, Ice Beam and Thunderbolt to pokemon of all sizes and types." > > > > "Cool, and he's here for me? I'm honoured." Vixxen said. "But what do > > I have to do to get this?" > > > > "Simple young one, name the pokemon you wish the gift of my knowledge on." > > Uncle Frank said, trying to sound like an all-knowing guru. > > > > "Well, I have to think about it. I choose ..." Vixxen started. > (Oh boy this is hard....><) > >and who is 'I and J'? > (Gee I don't know. Do you?? Hmmm....tough question...) > "Pachi! My Pichu Pachi will learn Thunderbolt!" she squealed, holding up the > Pichu. > "WEE!" the little creature cried. "I getta mooove!" > Uncle Frank bowed and tapped the box, making a show of magic, when really > all he did was open it. He picked Pachi up and set her in the box, punched a > few buttons and took her out again. She smiled widely. "I know T'undah > bolt!" > Vixxen first hugged Bob and then Uncle Frank. "Thank you so much!" she > cried. Her bracers zapped a little in her excitement as she got off of the > two. 'So he can teach Flamethrower,' Kitsu noted mentally. 'Maybe I could...' she stopped that train of thought right there. 'No, I don't need a fire attack. I'm a samurai, not a magician.' > "And now for this one..." Vixxen said, holding up the box that said from 'I > and J'." > She shook it. It didn't make a noise. She ripped open the package and > suddenly a heavy duty metal net was on her, pinning her to the ground. In > her fury she was shocking left and right and with the bracers it didn't > allow anyone to get even close. > "IVORY AND JACK!" Amber shouted. "I and J! IVORY AND JACK!" > Keaton drew his sword and immediately leapt forward to try to cut the net, but an electric blast knocked him into a wall. -- Chet "Tech" Weaver's Revised Basic Sig Someday we'll look back on this and LAAAAAAAUGH! Desperado Coyote! "No ride is complete without a clown in an electric chair." -- My brother "Chief Inspector Blancharde knew that this murder would be easy to solve-despite the fact that the clever killer had apparently dismembered his victim, run the corpse through a chipper-shredder with some Columbian beans to throw off the police dogs, and had run the mix through the industrial-sized coffee maker in the diner owned by Joseph Tilby (the apparent murder victim)--if only he could figure out who would want a hot cup of Joe." --Matthew Chambers, a winner in the 21st annual Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest