Subject: Re: [PW!] Breeder's Bane Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2002 17:00:58 -0700 From: "Tech Weaver - A Couple Pikachus Short of a Pokemon" <> Newsgroups: "Clayton" <> wrote in message news:oj4%8.2856$ > > Bob was still looking down there. "If you're going to soul-search, start at > home. There's a Pidgeot that knows the way back there." Bob called out to > thedarkness. Then, he and Amber turned around to catch up with Jason and > Solo. After a hour or so, they arrived back at the Day Care, where the > damages could be assessed. > "Hey guys," Jeff said as the four of them came in throug the door. "Did you find Bob?" "Uh, yeah, I'm right here," Bob said. "Where is everyone?" "Around. Kitsu and Keaton are playing video games. They've been fighting each other to a standstill for hours!" "Wow, they're that good, huh?" "No, they're that bad. They've been at it all day, but they still having trouble with the controllers." They just had to see this for themselves. Sure enough, Kitsu and Keaton were playing that fighting game. Badly. Their chosen fighters leapt about the screen awkwardly as the samurais uselessly hit the buttons at random trying to initiate any special attack they could. "Use your freeze ray!" Kitsu growled. "C'mon, I know you have a freeze ray or something. Hey! Hold still so I can hit you!" "No, YOU hold still!" Keaton countered. "I'm trying to use the throwing move this guy is supposed to have!" "Time up!" the game announced. "Draw!" "Okay, one more round," Keaton said. "This time, I'm gonna kick your butt!" "No, I'm going to kick your butt," Kitsu argued. "Don't lie to me. You know I'm gonna kick your butt." "Nuh-uh!" "Yuh-huh!" "They've been like this all day?" Amber asked. "And they haven't stopped yet," Jeff replied. "Maybe you guys should call it quits," Bob suggested. "No way," Kitsu refused. "One of us is going to win or die trying!" "You're gonna die trying!" Keaton said. "No, you are!" "No, you are!" "Yes, I am!" "No, you're... what?" "You guys find Bob yet?" "Uh, no we didn't," Bob said. "Not all of him. We think he might be dead." "Okay," Kitsu and Keaton said simultaneously. "Well, at least they're focused," Jason said. -- 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