Take turns writing "The Adventures of Jeremy"
POSTED BY: Succatash
UPDATED: Thursday, February 26, 2004 05:29
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"That's odd", remarked Teela Brown.
"You know what's odd? No paradox from my two heads", added Succatash's head.
FZOORP!
"What was that?" asked Fry, looking up to the sky.
"Fry, would you stop daydreaming and help me find the rest of Bender?" Leela's arms were crossed and she stared down Fry menacingly.
"Hey, no rush, toots", the robot head tucked under Fry's arm said in a soothing voice. "Luckily we still have the one part of me that consumes beer. Where is that life-saving goo, anyhow?"
"Right here!" Fry beamed. "I made you a beer bath so I don't have to keep giving you handfuls."
Bender gasped in delight.
Leela rolled her eye, and spotted Professor Farnsworth hobbling towards them. "Professor! I thought you were taken from us by the evil Stephan Playmountain?"
"Wha...? Oh, no, that must have been some other master of time and space. I've been right here."
Down the street, Zoidberg played. "Look! Claw mittens!" he cried in delight, a condom over each of his claws. "They even have skin lotion on them! Ooo, and what's this?" He picked up one of the blue plastic gloves and smiled wickedly. "Look out world, Zoidberg is ready for the ladies tonight!"
FZOORP!
"Did you say something Leela... I mean Teela?" Jeremy looked around, slightly disoriented.
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Jeremy looked around, slightly disoriented. "Strange, I can't speak Chinese any more. And someone took my religious pamplets without me noticing. Guess I was distracted."
"But enough of that, now that we're back in Tres Angeles we can catch the trolley over to the capital and tell Viceroy Nater about the Fox-glove problem. Maybe he can telepath the Emperor back in New Amsterdam and they'll send the zeppelin fleet to...wait, something's wrong here."
"Oh, crap! Those idiots sent us back all right, but we're on the wrong timeline. See, it's painted right here on the pavement. And it's a broken white line flanked with solid yellow lines. No passing. we're bound to fail."
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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Teela smacks Jeremy in the back of the head. "You never could speak Chinese, you idiot. Quit fooling around."
Teela glares at Jeremy, who continues to spout jibberish. "Look," says Jeremy, "the sky is all funky looking, and what are those big things coming at us?!"
Teela looks calmly around and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, except Jeremy, smacks him a little harder on the back of the head. "Snap out of it." She says. "Tres angeles... please."
Teela glances at a nearby road sign: Los Angeles 14 miles.
She turns to look back at Jeremy and says slightly flustered and annoyed, "Jeremy, put your glasses on."
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Teela Brown: "Well, let's go. 14 miles isn't long until you actually try travel it by a system other than car. How fast can you fly?"
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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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Teela held onto the Tash jar, and Jeremy grabbed Teela's legs. They began floating, slowly at first, but gradually faster. Jeremy concentrated and so did Teela, and finally they straightened their course and sped through the air towards the city.
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"um, all this flying is just nifty," Tash mumbled, slightly wary of the tree tops 30 feet below him, "but what's in LA? Besides Mark and Brian, the best radio on, um, the radio, and the set of that Las Vegas TV show?"
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Jeremy looked sheepish. "I thought you knew," he said. He clung to Teela's legs with all his might, and tried not to look down. "We're meeting our contact at a Grateful Dead Tribute party. We were advised to bring a dead head."
Teela smiled at Tash and said, "That's where you come in."
They flew on and continued to talk about this.
The city grew larger, as they flew closer. Down below, the humans on the street looked like tiny ants.
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"Hmm". thought Jeremy, "They really do look like ants. Six legs, antennae and pincers. Head, thorax and abdomen. And those buildings sure look like ant mounds. But if I say anything Teela'll just whack me again. Not that there's anything wrong with that...and that red suit does give her sort of a dominatrix look. Mistress Teela. Has a nice ring to it. Well why not."
"Hey Teela, those aren't people down there. They're giant ants."
"Keep the Shiny side up"
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"What?" Teela said, looking down.
"lemme see! Lenne see!" Tash said," I can't see."
Teela tilted the jar down so that Tash could see.
"Ahh scary! I don't wanna see! Up! UP! Tilt me up!"
Teela did this and Tash started screaming louder, "Look out! Run away! Run away!"
Teela and Jeremy looked up just in time to se a giant foot about to smash them. They barley moved out of the way in time.
"Everythings huge!" jeremy shouted.
"No! Teel shouted,"I think we shrunk!"
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Yossarian monitored his instrumentation with alarm. This was not good. The closer Teela flew towards Los Angeles, the more the Paradoxes gained in strength. The shrinking would soon pass, but what else awaited them? “Teela,” he spoke into the large 1930s style sports-mike in front of him, “you need to be very careful in LA.”
“The shrinking will pass. We need to be very careful in LA”, Teela parroted.
Think, think, think. If there was one thing Yossarian was good at, it was thinking. They needed to get to that Grateful Dead party. The environment there would mask further paradoxes. But what if they failed! Yossarian’s finger twitched nervously over the eject button.
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