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Ten minutes ago: the feel of acceleration, the shift of decks at
odd angles, impact, followed by the scream of sirens, the flash of red
lights.
Nine minutes ago: "By the Buddha's bouncing belly!" screamed Ensign Josh Bieber. "No way in hell those friggin mermaids have starships... do they?" Three minutes ago: "Power is out all over the place," said Ensign Mulcahey. "No friggin duh," replied Bieber as he fumbled in the grey twilight of emergency power. "At least the Doctor fixed us up before the power failure," added Mulcahey. Bieber kept on aiming for his destination. "Ya know, back home, when the sun would go down, my Mom had the house set for automatic lowlight levels," continued Mulcahey. Bieber paid him no mind. "It sorta became, you know, routine," added Mulcahey. Josh knew he was almost there. "It's not like I have to have the lights on, but I'm just so used to it..." There. Ensign Bieber had found the stasis chamber. "I hope they get more lights on soon..." It was empty. "It's not like—" "Shut up!" yelled Bieber. "Can't you just stop talking? My god! Bloody hell! You just don't know when to stop!" Mulcahey was obviously hurt. "Jeez. You don't have to yell, I mean, it's not like you're--" "Shut your trap. Lock your lip. Now." "Golly, what is your problem?" "He's gone... again." "Who's gone?" "Locus Theti Systems 42nd SubQuantum, otherwise known as Lots42, you no- good scared-of-the-dark pansy!" Mulcahey began to cry.
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