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Date Posted: 20:46:53 01/11/02 Fri
Author: Corum & Yorik
Subject: Clobberin time
In reply to: Barry 's message, "The payoff" on 19:47:07 01/11/02 Fri

Corum had finally finished washing Yorik who now looked back to his pale normal self. He heard Marz yell duck, and immediately found himself under the water. After a few moments, he slowly popped his head up, and could see nothing but Marz making a mad dash to put out some fires that had started on his clothing. How in the world had he managed to do that?

Corum walked over to an area where he could get a good view of what was happening, and spotted the lone individual not far from them. “The assassin!” he whispered to himself. He pulled Yorik to the ready, and quickly spoke to his staff. “OK, you’re clean again, so don’t mess up. We got a real, real nasty over there, and I don’t think this one is going to let us off that easily, got it? Good!”

Corum was trying to figure how to get close to the guy who was loading something into what looked like a blowpipe. Uh oh, that could only mean one thing, darts, and if they were darts, and he was an assassin, that could only mean that they would be poisonous. That was definitely not good. There had to be a better way.

Corum quickly dunked as he something flew by him. He quickly got behind the cover of the rock before getting hit with something again. This was not looking too well. He happened to look up, actually it was Yorik that was looking up, and that’s when he spotted Barry. Yeah! Barry! That’s the ticket.

INCOMPOSSIBLE, adj. Unable to exist if something else exists. Two things are incompossible when the world of being has scope enough for one of them, but not enough for both -- as Walt Whitman's poetry and God's mercy to man. Incompossibility, it will be seen, is only incompatibility let loose. Instead of such low language as "Go heel yourself -- I mean to kill you on sight," the words, "Sir, we are incompossible," would convey and equally significant intimation and in stately courtesy are altogether superior.

Now strange as it may seem, Corum actually understood what Yorik was trying to say. Now you might ask yourself the simple question of how? Don’t. It’s really not worth at this point in the game, especially if you’re dealing with the Yorik/Corum syndrome. Of course anyone in their right mind would think twice before actually thinking about thinking of those two very strange individuals. Or should I correct myself and say one individual, and one…..whatever? But I’m starting to ramble again, and we don’t want anything like that to happen, especially when so much action is transpiring at the same time. Right. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah.

Corum spotted Barry, and realized he had a slight, but good enough chance to maybe get a shot at the guy trying to make mince meat out of the three of them. “YO BARRY!” Corum yelled at the top of his lungs. “Do your thing, and like drop some stuff on the berk!”

Why does the Air Force need expensive new bombers? Have the people we've been bombing over the years been complaining?

Corum had no idea what Yorik meant but Barry must have for suddenly the skull floated over the assassin, and dropped a few scorpions out of his mouth, making them land directly on the guy. Now was Corum’s chance to act. He quickly ran toward the guy seeing he was diverted. Somehow he managed to knock the scorpions away quickly. Damn the guy was good. His face came up, and spotted Corum running toward him. “This was not a good plan,” Corum stated to himself, as the assassin raised his blowpipe, and aimed it in his direction. Corum simply used Yorik as a pole, and vaulted himself right at the assassin, barreling him to the ground, managing to knock the blowpipe away from him.

Quick as possible, Corum managed to get one punch in, but somehow the guy already had a dagger in his hand, and was ready to slice Corum’s throat. Corum managed to grab the man’s hand, and held them at bay with the knife mere inches away from his throat. How the hell could one puny guy be so damn strong? He thought to himself as another wonderful thought came to his mind.

“TRISTAN!!!!!!! WE GOT A PROBLEM HERE!!!!” Corum continued to struggle as the knife continued to get closer, and closer, and closer…….

The tools of conquest do not necessarily come with bombs and explosions and fallout. There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes, prejudices -- to be found in the minds of men. For the record, prejudices can kill and suspicion can destroy, and a thoughtless, frightened search for a scapegoat has a fallout all its own -- for the children and the children yet unborn. And the pity of it is that these things cannot be confined to the Twilight Zone.

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