From: Tech Weaver
Subject: Re: [PW] It's Time to Get Extreme!
Date: Friday, October 22, 1999 10:09 PM
"Nothing much." Aerie grabbed Seth's arm. "It's been fun, but we've
got to go now." She pulled her partner over the roof's edge...
When he did not hear the expected twin splats, Smasher ran over to the
edge and looked down. A couple of Pidgeys sat on an awning, but there
was no sign of his competitors.
Paralyzed as it was, Shuriken gave no thought to pointing out that, from
its point of view, Aerie had beaten it by two seconds easily. Nor did it
warn its trainer about the trio of unhappy looking females who emerged
from a stairwell door, looked at the multiple gouges the landing racers'
wheels had carved in the roof, then looked at Smasher.
Smasher looked at the girls, then at the gouges, then at Staryu. This
had been a very exciting day, but he was a little too confused about the
situation to want to deal with it. He considered mentioning Seth and
Aerie, but regardless of whether of not they were still alive they would
be of little help to him now. He coasted over to Shuriken on his
skateboard and scooped the Staryu up.
"Listen," he began, as if beginning to explain something. In the blink
of an eye, he quickly skated over to the opposite side of the roof and
leapt off onto a lower building where Zubat was waiting for him with
Cliff the Clefairy and his backpack. Its been fun, but as far as
Smasher was concerned, this part of his adventure was over.
Concluded, but not over.
Chet "Tech" Weaver (as "The Beav")
A copy of Adam "Smasher" Samson's WG can be found at:
"Silly rabbi! Krix are for trids!" -- someone who was really bored
"YOU'RE scared!? You should see my shorts!" -- Ace Ventura, Pet
Detective (from animated series)
In my past life, I was apparently a tamer and trainer of small animals
in north China. WHAT'RE THE ODDS!?
"... Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I said 'Who is it?' No
answer. 'Who is it?' Still no answer. 'WHO IS IT!?' Nothin'! So I
went over and answer the door and, just as I suspected, it was an
overwieght hermaphrodite with a Flock Of Seagulls haircut and only one
nostril. Ah, man! I hate it when I'm right!" -- from "Albuquerque" by
"Wierd Al" Yankovic