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