Sunday July 30, 2000

Book 1: The Tub of Happiness
Diplomatic Pouch of Doom


Ennesby:I've decided to be angry at you for building me with no arms or legs.
Kevyn:You just summed the problem up perfectly. You decided. You are responsible for your own happiness in this life.
Kevyn:You can change your mood, you know. Try thinking happy thoughts, or better yet, sing a cheerful childrens' song
Sign:(Misc lab equipment and decidedly non-standard lab warning signs)
Ennesby:If you're happy and you know it clap your hands... Its not working.
Schlock:Hey, you, flying robot-head.
Ennesby:The name's Ennesby. what do you want?
Schlock:I need you to give me a hand with something.
Ennesby:What could you need my help with? I mean, it looks like you already have a firm grip on ironic puns...
Schlock:There's something weird about the Creeth ambassador. I want to get a tissue sample from him.
Ennesby:And this affects me how?
Schlock:Kevyn tells me you have some kind of techno telekinesis. You could sneak a sample off of him and he wouldn't see you doing it.
Ennesby:That sounds anti-social.
Schlock:Decidedly so.
Ennesby:How big a piece do you need?
Schlock:How big a piece can you sneak away with?
Narrator:Four minutes later...
Ennesby:Here you go.
Sign:(blood covered archway) Watch your head
Schlock:Do you think he noticed?
Ennesby:I seriously doubt it.
Ch'vorthq:This is wierd. I used to be able to scratch myself while I carried my briefcase. Oh, well.
SFX:(Arm stump) Wiggle Wiggle