From: Jose L. Solano (jsolano199@aol.comlink) Subject: [PW!][SC] Money Money Money Money! Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2003-12-17 23:55:07 PST Trent was quite pleased with the deal he made with Dee. He hadn't even bothered counting the money he'd received in exchange for the Shiny Unown, keeping it all in the pockets of his trenchcoat. Having placed his sunglasses back on after the sun painfully reminded him to, he and Ashura returned to the giant Magikarp to make sure nobody had done anything to it. Even if he was quite rich, he would rather be twice as rich... or thrice, or quadrice, or... well, whatever, he hadn't bothered counting the profits from either, but he would rather have more money. Wouldn't you? "Hmm. Looks like they cleaned everything out." The Magikarp meat had been picked clean, leaving just a giant head with a giant skeleton attached. Kurt the Abra counted the money he had been given by the concessions managers and showed it to Trent. Trent emptied his pockets and pointed at the small pile of coins he tossed near Kurt, who shrugged, and began to count. "That Doppler's a great guy. First he gives me this stupid Magikarp to chop up and sell and then he gives me that nice pile for that Unown. If he weren't male, I'd kiss him!" "Sandslash?" "Yeah... there's also that. For weirdo super-Ditto goody-goodies, he and his daughter aren't so bad... bastard Mimic should take a hint from him." "ARRR, ARRRRRR!" Captain Ahab screamed, reminding Trent that he was, indeed, still there. He sat on a rock watching a small handheld television with Graveler looking on and Vertigo spinning around, each head taking turns watching. "ARRRRR, WHO THOUGHT CHRISTIE WOULD END UP WITH THAT DOG BRANDON?! ARRRR, YE'LL TASTE ME BLADE!" "For the last time, Captain, it's only a television show!" Kurt yelled. "AYE, FEELING THE MOMENT, I AM, YOU INSENSITIVE LOUSE!" "Ahab, your crew's not back yet?" Trent asked impatiently. "ARRRRRRRR." Captain Ahab waved him away and returned to his soap opera. There was nothing left for Trent to do except wait for Kurt to finish counting his earnings, so he sat down on the rocky field with Ashura. "Still have that deck with you?" "Slash!" Ashura dug through his quills and found a deck of cards. "Sandslash sandslash, slash slash slaaaaash. Sand sand, sandslash slash sandslashslashslashsandslash." "Wait, what was that last part?" "Sandslashslashslashsandslash." "Oh. You need to stop slurring your words. Fucking barbarian." So Ashura and Trent played cards. Ashura won. Trent was not happy. An hour later Kurt was still counting. Ashura laughed as Trent lost again. Then they checked the clock. "Crap. Been an hour." "Sandslash." "Oh wait... you change this for daylight savings?" Ashura shook his head. "Lazy bastard. Kurt, you about done counting?" "I WILL IF YOU STOP ASKING EVERY FIFTEEN SECONDS! NOW I HAVE TO START OVER AGAIN!" "YYAAAAARRRRRRRR QUIT THE LIP-FLAPPIN' OR I'LL KEELHAUL YOU BOTH!" "I'M NOT GONNA SIT HERE AND HAVE YOU BOTH TALK BACK LIKE THAT! I'd maim you, but you still need to count, and you still need to give me my reward. Argh. Ashura, wanna head up and see if the fights are any good?" "Sandslash," Ashura replied. "Hmm. Good point... but I'm the boss." "Wait, wait, I'm done counting," Kurt said. "In total, you have earned 42,000." "...Just 42,000?" "Yes," Kurt replied impatiently. "Phhp. Waste of time." Trent looked back to see Captain Ahab cupping his hand over his mouth with a look of sadness and shock in his eyes. "Come on, Ashura, let's go watch... and I'm not buying you a hot dog." Much was accomplished. Jose L. Solano ------------------------------- A devious, degenerate defender of the devil