Take turns writing "The Adventures of Jeremy"

POSTED BY: Succatash
UPDATED: Thursday, February 26, 2004 05:29
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KALATHENA

Thursday, February 19, 2004 1:02 AM

The Tash head rolled his eyes, which had the bizarre affect of making his whole head bobble in the jar.

"You know, Rupert Murdoch," he said.

Teela stared blankly.

"Communications magnate?" Tash tried.

Teela shook her head.

"He owns FOX," Channain broke in.

TEELABROWN

Thursday, February 19, 2004 1:12 AM

"Oh. I can't keep track. Too many bad owners. I had a list. I lost it."

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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2+2 makes 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard

SUCCATASH

Thursday, February 19, 2004 1:55 AM

Succatash began to feel a little dizzy, and he suddenly realized his jar had sprung a leak.

EBONEZER

Thursday, February 19, 2004 2:00 AM

EDIT:ah! sorry guys! I jumped in but Succatash beat me too it. I'll let you decide which to use.

Jerremy looked around, "you know this is all well and good. I'm very proud of us for doing all that but have you all forgoten about the badly dressed bad guys?"

"Shall we run now?" Teela offered.

"Good plan, let me just get a better hold of Tash here. He's slipping. You need to consider losing some weight."

Jerremy shifted the jar an noticed a thick substace slowly sliding down the outside.

"Uh, Tash, you seem to be leaking."

SAINT JAYNE

Thursday, February 19, 2004 6:03 AM

Phil peeled back the last of the sticky Cleremy mucous from his face and sighed quietly. He looked around for Ming, who was huddled not far away, reading. Phil crawled over to Ming and asked, “what are you doing?”

“Reading the procedure manual.”

“That’s a copy of Ninja High School.”

“It’s the only reference I could find for our current situation. The instructions are quite clear. Summon the giant robot.”

Phil’s eyebrows soared in shock. “That costs millions!” he sputtered.

“SILENCE!” commanded Ming, then continued in a whisper, “They haven’t discovered us yet, keep your voice down.”

“What about the cat girl? Or the witch?”

“Maternity leave. Away on a trade show. This is the only way.” Ming lifted his shirt to reveal the emergency button on his belt buckle, and Phil pressed his hand into Ming’s crotch. The button, that is.

SUCCATASH

Thursday, February 19, 2004 7:23 AM

Succatash's jar was leaking. Channain noticed that the evil minions were backing away from the Tash Water Goo that spilled from the jar.

"Jeremy!" she cried. "Tash Goo kills them!"

Jeremy instantly understood. He began scooping out the water goo from Succtash's jar and hurling it at the evil minions. They fried like bacon and died quickly.

But when the fight was over, Succatash's head looked dried and brittle in the empty, cracked jar.

"Tash needs more goo," said Teela Brown, matter of factly. She turned and smiled at Jeremy. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's take one for the team."

SUCCATASH

Thursday, February 19, 2004 8:12 AM

Channain nodded gravely. "I'm in," she said.

Jeremy gulped nervously. "That's...that's a pretty big jar."

Just then, Phil and Ming appeared. Ming had a strange red button strapped to his crotch.

"We had a button malfunction," Ming explained to the group. "In the meantime, is there anything we can do to help?"

Teela Brown pointed to the cracked jar and the dried up Succatash head. "Can you fill that jar with goo?" she asked.

"Not from here," Ming replied. Phil cuffed him in the back of the head.

Teela shouted angrily, "This is no time for games. We need goo now, or Succatash dies!"

Channain turned off all the lights, and for the next five hours, the group focused on filling the jar and saving Succatash's Head from certain death.

SUCCATASH

Thursday, February 19, 2004 8:50 AM

5 hours later, everyone was smoking cigarettes and listening to Simon & Garfunkle.

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk to you again....

GEEZER

Thursday, February 19, 2004 12:28 PM

It was a Thursday. We were working the day watch out of paranormal crimes. the boss is Capt. Carruthers. The weather in L.A. had been pleasant, but now the heat was building.

The call came in at 3:47 in the afternoon. It was a 666, production of unlicensed head goo by more than three sapient beings. Det. Masaman took down the information, and we drove up West Covina to question the suspects.

We arrived at the abandoned warehouse at 4:15 and found Officer Ibraham detaining the suspects and guarding the crime scene. There were three males, three females and a non-Marine jarhead. the crime scene was littered with what were obviously melted minions.

I approached the oldest of the females. "Afternoon, ma'am. I'm Sgt. Friday and this is Det. Masaman. We're here to investigate the Goo-legging. Why don't you tell me what happened? Start from the beginning. I just want the facts, ma'am."

The female, who had introduced herself as Channain, walked over to a buzzing machine, extracted a sheet of paper, and handed it to me.

"No." I remonstrated as I gently pistol-whipped her. "The FACTS! I said 'I want the facts, ma'am."

"Keep the Shiny side up"

TEELABROWN

Friday, February 20, 2004 12:42 AM

"Lemme see that." Teela took the paper. She scanned it quickly.

"But sir, these are the facts! As hard as it is to believe, this all happened. Come on, you can trust me." She smiles.

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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2+2 makes 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard

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