From: Goola the Hutt <goola2u@aol.compostheap> Subject: Re: [PW!] You Take the High Road and I'll Take the Low Road Date: Saturday, June 12, 1999 3:15 PM >Sneakers hoisted the machine's body into a bag, and his head into a case. >Then, slinging his new bat over his shoulder, he went to catch the next >flight >to Viridian. > >--- > >Shard was again immoble, but Smirker by this time had healed. Shard was, of >course, not allowed to see his pokémon. Fortunately, the staff had, he was >told, made a special exception to get Banshee to shut up. Heh, fat chance. > >The visit was welcome, though Shard had slipped into delirium from head >trauma >from when he had lost his limbs again. "Ooh, look at da Marshamellow Man. >Where da campfire? I do hereby proclaim thee as sacrifice to Wayupthereon, >Pokégod of the fire..." > >Banshee gave Shard a quick Doubleslap to the face. "Listen to me, Shard, you >son of a..." "How wude... Is me Shard. I thought mesa was Jar Jar Binks... >I >am MRS. NESBIT! HEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!" >Banshee gave Shard another Doubleslap. "No more Porygon-selected dates," he >mumbled under his breath. > "Listen to me, Shard, Sabrina knows where you are, I'm sure of it," scowled Banshee. THAT got Shard's attention. "Banshee? What do you mean Sabrina... Not a whole lot I can do about it now, is there? No. So..." Shard said. "So?" asked Banshee. "So let's PARTY!" shouted Shard, then beginning to sing as loudly and off-key as possible. "Iiit's theee end of the world as we know it, it's the land of the girls and they know it, it's the hand of the Squirtle at the moment, so I'll eat piiiiieee..." Banshee promply stuffed some hospital food into Shard's mouth. "I'll never tell you where the Rocket base is! Never... Wait, you can't!" Shard continued babbling. "Celadon is peaceful! I'll tell you! The base is in Saffron!" Banshee shook his head and wandered away. "Stop, theif!" shouted Shard. "Come back here with my sanity!" "It's the M-Block again," said Doc Proc to Joy. "It's sporadic with him. He has this force of will or something that can usually push it down, but looks like it's got the best of him today. Maybe had something to do with the head trauma." "How do we get rid of it?" she asked. "Annoying the heck out of you too?" asked the Doc. "There've been more mental cases here lately..." nodded Joy. "Well," answered the Doc, "when he's well, and sane, I think we'll let Yodakazam take a look at him." --- Sneakers strutteded out of the building, extremely smug. His lucky bat was in the PC storage unit, and the boss had greatly apreciated the delivery of PK-288. The bit about the possibility of an assasin robot, though... He shuddered. A machine with those abilities... Ah, well, no big deal. Sneakers checked into the nearest pokémon center for a cat nap. --- "No!" protested Shard. "He's not gonna TOUCH my mind!" The Alakazam sighed. "I sense much fear in this one." "Well, no muk, Sherelock!" snapped Shard. Yodakazam sighed again. "I cannot heal him. The boy has no patience." "Psychics," said Shard bitterly, "don't heal." TBC? Shard Fields, who really hopes this'll go somewhere. Or not. :)