Take Turns Writing: "Ebo and the Mountain"
POSTED BY: Succatash
UPDATED: Thursday, May 27, 2004 03:06
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Hours later, Ebo woke happily, surrounded by dozens of naked midgets. She yawned and stretched, and said smugly, "Yup, that was worth it."
Ebo got dressed and went downstairs where everyone was waiting. "Okay, let's go find the tablet and read it for Helga," she said, and smiled.
Tash spoke impatiently, "How did the 7-hour long negotiations go? How much are they paying us?"
"We'll talk about that later," said Ebo.
The Hippie coughed politely and said, "My cousin is a midget." He glanced sheepishly at the Big Guy and cocked his shotgun.
The group began walking the dusty trail. They followed the river through the desert as instructed. Tash and Teela floated in the Super Jar above them.
Tash turned and smiled at Teela. "Wanna go jarsexual for a little while? Maybe the next prophecy will be more interesting."
"No, not right now," answered Teela. For some reason, she avoided his eyes.
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Ebo was in deep conversation with the Hippi and the Big Guy about god knows what. This left Tash and Teela to their conversation.
Or non-conversation as the case may be.
"So..." Tash said, "How did you sleep?" They had taken a nap while Ebo was negotiating.
Teela turned farther away, "Fine."
"Did you have any dremes?"
At this Teela whimpered and turned farther away.
"Are you ok?"
Teela shook her head, "No."
"Whats wrong?"
"You talk in your sleep."
Tash's eyes widened, "What did I say?"
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"When did this become not funny?"
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Teela blushed deeply. "Ladies do not discuss such matters."
"You're a head in a jar. Technically, we have no defining male/female characteristics. Like the people in The Curious Sofa, by Edward Gorey."
"You were having specific doings with someone, but I didn't catch the name. But you were having a running commentary through it., then pausing, then talking, so on and so fourth."
"Doings?"
"Y'know..." She looked down. "Things...Doings...Um..."
"Ooohhhh...Kissing, right?"
Teela blushed more. "From what I heard."
"I'll try not to talk anymore, okay?"
Teela had relief spread across her face. "Okay. I'll, uh, I don't know, what do I do that's annoying?"
Now it was Tash's turn..."You, well, uh..."
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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 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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"You, um, well..." Tash stalled, trying to find the words, it was a delicate subject after all.
"Hey look!" Ebo shouted, interupting him, "The canyon of the cresent moon-pie!"
They were standing on the edge of a deep canyon that was shapped, obviously, like a cresent moon.
"Cool. How do we get down? Its really incedibly far down." the Big Guy asked.
"Jump!" Ebo shouted, jumping into the canyon.
"No wait!" The Big Guy shouted, lunging after her. He grabbed the belt loop on her jeans and was pulled down with her.
They landed in a heap at the bottom, three feet below the top.
The Hippie crouched down, "Wow. That is a long way down. Incredible that you mangaged to survive that."
The Big Guy stood up and dusted himself off, "I'm just incridible like that," he mumbled.
Teela looked around, "I don't see any tablet."
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"Hey look, a scroll!" shouted Ebo. She picked it up and started to read. "Okay, blah, blah, stolen by Monty Python, blah, blah, we have more places to go. Let's get crackin'!"
"Where?" asked the Hippie.
"Um, I can't pronounce these places."
The Big Guy looked at it. "Okay, spell it out."
"C-t-h-u-l-h-u."
"Oh, hey a nice place to visit, if you take out the evil incarnations and such." Teela said.
"When you'd go there?" Tash asked, glad to be off the subject.
"When I had a body, when I was with the Master. Okay, that was random."
Ebo was still reading. "Wait, that's the senic route. Let's see, where to next..."
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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 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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Ebo squinted at the map roughly engraved on the tablet. "The little line thing says to go either to this place, or this place," she looked closer at the second place, "That might actually be a dead bug. Lets go to the first place."
"Whats it called?"
"Palm Springs."
The Big Guy shuddered, "I was there once, they made me play," he swallowed, "golf."
"Is that the game where you hit the ball with a stick untill it goes into the hole?"
The Big Guy nodded gravly.
"So how do we get there?" Teela asked.
"Overpriced airlines."
"Ahhh."
Hours later thry found themselvs in the Palm Springs semi-international airport.
"Where do we start?" the Hippi asked.
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"As soon as possible, so we can get away from here." The Big Guy let out a small whimper.
"Semi-International? What's that mean?" Tash inquired.
"It means you can't get to France*." The Big Guy replied.
"Oh..." Tash said.
"Ebo, what do we do here?" Teela asked.
"Let me check that..." Ebo studied the scroll..."Um, still workin' on the details, it involves a lot..."
"Like...?" The Hippie asked.
"We must travel the land of ever-changing scereny, which I believe translates to the golf course..."
The Big Guy whimpered again.
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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 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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The Hippie grunted and cocked his shotgun. "How come we don't just grab Ebo's legs and fly? Why do we need an airport?"
Everyone stared at him.
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"Ebo's legs don't serve in-flight meals," Teela said.
"Ick, You call that food?" the Big Guy said.
"Hey i still have some left!" ebo said eagerly, pulling a small package out and taking a large bite.
"Um, Ebo, thats the carboard packaging," Teela said slowly.
Ebo shrugged, "It tastes better then the stuff inside."
"So when do i get my big stick?" the Hippie said.
He got quizzical looks.
"If were going to play golf i need a big stick, right?"
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Everyone laughed uncomfortably and tried not to look at the Hippie's crotch.
"Oh yeah, THAT big stick. For golf." said Teela.
"What does connecting flight mean?" asked Tash. "I think we have to get on another plane."
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