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Date Posted: 22:34:42 08/26/01 Sun
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Must....learn....to....sleep....less....
Yeah, what with two jobs and full time college, NO time for sleep! Much less fanfics! ;)
However....any updates soon? Anyone? Sphinx, didja ever get the link I sent you with my fics on it, so you could copy from them to your page?
taao!
Taratron
(and again....I always do this!)
from MST 3: Sunday Night III
"Affirmative." Trotax cursed wordlessly, slamming a clawed fist into the computer panel, denting it.
Ligare: The Resistance continues! Do not give up, Predacon!
Taratron: Yes! Beat them down! Inanimate objects will NEVER WIN!
All Three (a la Sean Connery): NEVER GIVE UP! NEVER SURRENDER!
"I suppose I'll just have to count on Scarblade's vicious nature to keep the Maximals off my back."
Manterror (stares at the screen): Ew….MENTAL PICTURES! OUT OUT GET OUT!
Taratron (laughs)
Ligare (raises an eyebrow): You have been reading too many Transformers World’s Worst fics, mantis.
Taratron (Cheetor, from TWWF): Get him offa me!
Trotax activated the comm link on his arm. "Agony,
Taratron (perking up): Isn’t that one of those demons from Disney’s Hercules?
Ligare: Primus help us if it is…
Manterror: Disney demons and a BeastWars series ripoff. Yes. As if this can get any WORSE!
report to the bridge at once. I have a mission for you."
Ligare (Trotax): Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is-
Manterror (Trotax): -to bring me the evening paper and my slippers-
Taratron (Trotax): -and teach Britney Spears how to NOT show her belly button.
Ligare (whistles): Good LUCK!
Within a few cycles, the black and crimson chimera
Taratron: Isn’t a chimera a freak Fuzor? You know, lion, goat, and some sort of lizard or snake thing?
Ligare: Well, with the red targets on her black body…she may not be for long.
had arrived on the bridge of the Hound's Tooth. Agony was a recent recovery by Trotax himself;
Manterror: I. Am. NOT going to go there!
Taratron: Good boy.
Ligare: Her name is interesting….but too flat to even call her. Why not name her Pain? Or Anguish?
Taratron: The authors lost the thesaurus.
Manterror: A fat lot of good that does us NOW!
her stasis pod had been one of the ones belonging to the Vipers.
Taratron: Yes, it said so RIGHT on the tag there. ‘This protoform belongs to the Vipers. Please do not reprogram or remove this tag. Thank you.’
Manterror: I do wonder how he knew it belonged to the Vipers…tags tend to get ripped off when pods crash.
Ligare: LOTS of things get ripped and torn…memories, protoforms, the whole lot. (shakes his head)
Scarblade was furious that her rival had
Manterror: Found the VERY SAME shoes she had for half the price!
Ligare: Worn the same dress SHE did the night of the senior prom.
Taratron (staring at them both): No more Earth culture, boys….
Manterror and Ligare (stare at her pointedly)
Taratron (sighs): Okay then….that her rival had bought the last cat o’nine tails at the mini-mall.
Manterror (blinks, edging away): No wonder you’re single. Ow! (is whapped by Taratron)
intercepted it before she could get to it. Trotax had reprogrammed the
Taratron: The only way to solve your problems! Reprogram them!
Manterror: That MIGHT be why your VCR is now a death-ray…
Taratron (glares at him): I’ll deal with you later for that.
once-Viper protoform into a Predacon, loyal only to him.
Ligare: But as we all KNOW how well reprograms work…any guesses, anyone?
Manterror: She is really planning his death?
Taratron: Either that or Lorena Bobbit.
Ligare (knowing more about Earth subculture than Manterror, shudders and inches away)
Though she was loyal, Agony was deceptively smart,
Taratron: One thing you NEVER want in a follower…intelligence.
Manterror: But the opposite extreme is Scorpinok.
Ligare: So a compromise…someone who CAN fire a weapon, someone who responds to verbal commands, someone who respects you, and someone who would never think of treachery?
(all three pause, thinking)
All Three (in unison): GO INFERNO!
and very much lived up to her namesake;
Taratron: And what namesake would that be?
Manterror: Maybe the fact that she was originally a Viper?
Ligare: So her namesake is to be irritating, pointless, plotless, and in general a static character bitch?
Taratron: Sounds about right.
Trotax would have to watch her for signs of betrayal.
Manterror (Trotax): So I must watch her ALL THE TIME!
Taratron: Kinda like Big Brother?
Ligare: To an extent…save Big Brother allowed you to shower alone, did he not?
Manterror (Trotax)(grins evilly)
"You summoned me, sir?"
Taratron (Trotax): No I didn’t! Get the hell out of here!
was the hiss that Trotax heard as Agony made her presence on the bridge known.
Manterror: Unlike that phoenix guy, she didn’t have a foghorn to alert everyone to her presence.
Taratron: Or heroic music like Silverbolt.
Ligare: I need say only two words. Darth Vader.
Taratron: Ooooooooo.
"Yes. We have a mission to undertake. Follow me."
Manterror (Agony): But you were the leader yesterday….it’s my turn to be the leader! Let’s play Follow the Leader!
*and later*
"You are a fool, Scarblade,"
All Three: AMEN!
Taratron: I second that!
Manterror: FINALLY someone we can empathize with…this speaker! GO speaker!
Tygerflame stated,
Ligare: Spoke too soon.
Manterror (after a pause): Damnit.
holding her two flaming feather swords defensively in front of her.
Taratron (rereading this): Flaming feather swords? So, what, they’re burning in her hands?
Manterror: Novel approach to suicide, to be sure.
Ligare ("sings" and hums Silverbolt’s theme music)
Taratron (Silverbolt): We cannot strike a lady! (pauses, looking over Scarblade) But…you do not APPEAR to be a lady…
"You cannot think that we'll allow you to simply charge in here and attack us."
Ligare: Oh, let them. Please let them.
Manterror (singing): Merry Christmas…to….youuuuuuuu……DIE!
"Oh no, Tygerflame, I would never dream of letting you
Manterror (grinning): May I? Please?
Ligare: Well, this once…we may as well….
Manterror: Letting you pay for dinner.
Ligare: Letting you wear that mini-skirt with that halter top.
Taratron: Letting you off the bed.
Both Males (stare at her)
Taratron: What?
allow me to attack you," Scarblade hissed, amused.
Manterror: Ooo, is there a clown there?
Taratron (glares at him)
Ligare (grinning): No, she’s right here…and without her costumes too.
Taratron: Fine. Mock the jester, boys…for making kids happy and making nearly fifty bucks an hour to make balloon animals and play party games and eat birthday cake, I’ll wear three costumes at once!
Manterror: You mean…you LIKE doing that?
Taratron: Where else can you get paid big bucks to dress like an idiot, wear wild face makeup, pop balloons, eat birthday cake and ice cream and make people happy to see you just by getting out of the car?
Ligare (after a pause): Point. So there is a clown there.
"It wouldn't be as much fun that way. Plague!"
Ligare: Pestilence!
Manterror: War!
Taratron: And Death, next on Jerry Springer!
Tygerflame appeared surprised momentarily as a small Dilophosaurus hopped out from behind Scarblade, her neck frill extending.
Taratron: Ooo…I remember seeing this from Jurassic Park!
Ligare: Surprised? Why is this Maximal surprised?
Manterror: Because she saw Jurassic Park too and is waiting for Dennis Nedry to appear.
Plague hissed animalistically
Manterror: Is that a word?
Taratron: Is now. We get the idea though.
and spat a small amount of blinding and paralyzing venom at the phoenix-gryphon.
Ligare: Blinding AND paralyzing…wait, Nedry was not paralyzed, he was just fat.
Taratron: Again, I root for the credibility in this scene.
Manterror: The what? Wrong place to look, Tron…
The Maximal commander screamed in pain, clutching at her face as Plague's venom began to take effect.
Manterror:….her….face?
Taratron: What, did she just STAND still for this? I mean, would either of you let some giant lizard spit at you?
Ligare: It’s always her face…so now she is blind and her face is frozen in a scream.
Manterror: Oooo…a PRETTY picture!
"Bad idea, Predacon," a wolverine snarled, walking out of the shadows.
Ligare: Shadows? Where are they, an alley? I thought this was daylight.
Taratron: There we go with assumptions again.
"Very bad, indeed. Meanstreak, Maximize!"
Manterror: Meanstreak? They really are running out of names, aren’t they?
Taratron: Well, it DID have promise….
Ligare: Did?
Taratron: It’s a wolverine. The name is a bit redundant.
The wolverine transformed, and drew his quasar blaster, aiming it directly at Plague's saurian head.
Ligare: As opposed to her torso which holds her spark.
Manterror: Why does he just draw it? Why not fire?
Taratron: Because Maximals are vastly stupid and need to be trained in how to USE weapons, rather than brandish them.
"Now this is more like it," Scarblade hissed under her breath. "Scarblade, Terrorize!"
"Uh uh, I don't think ssso."
Ligare: Guesses to beast mode, anyone?
Manterror: Snake.
Taratron: Anything vaguely herpo-tyle.
Ligare: Anything what???
Taratron: Anything vaguely herpo-tyle. Snake, lizard, you get the idea.
Manterror (sulking): Damn zoologist in the making.
Scarblade turned around to find herself face to face with a stockily built Maximal, with a decidedly reptilian beast mode.
Taratron: Whoohoo! WHO called that one?
Ligare: So…let me understand this. The Maximal was BEHIND her and did nothing?
Manterror: You are still surprised at this?
The Maximal pulled out a large energon sword, aiming it at Scarblade, waiting for her to respond.
Ligare (sighing): Okay, this is just getting old.
Manterror: Response? Like what? A blast of energy or a witty remark?
Taratron: Well, it’s not Megatron…
Ligare: Blast of energy it is!
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