In the office Bud takes the phone away from his ear and looks at it in puzzlement. Harriet gives up on undressing, rebuttons her uniform blouse, and leaves the office in a huff. As she walked through the crowd comforting the Admiral in his breakdown, she muttered about doofora, spoons, aliens, and computer jerks, errr, geeks. She knocked into a straggling prop officer and a surfboard fell to the ground. Bud, in the office, has finally put the phone back to his ear. "Uhhh, sir?" On the other end he heard, "click." He had been hung up on. He looks around for his wife and sees her nowhere in sight. -- Bud Lovers Anonymous

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Date Posted: 19:09:44 08/28/01 Tue
Author: C
Subject: In the office Bud takes the phone away from his ear and looks at it in puzzlement. Harriet gives up on undressing, rebuttons her uniform blouse, and leaves the office in a huff. As she walked through the crowd comforting the Admiral in his breakdown, she muttered about doofora, spoons, aliens, and computer jerks, errr, geeks. She knocked into a straggling prop officer and a surfboard fell to the ground. Bud, in the office, has finally put the phone back to his ear. "Uhhh, sir?" On the other end he heard, "click." He had been hung up on. He looks around for his wife and sees her nowhere in sight.
In reply to: C as in "CEEEEEEEEEEE we need an idea"! 's message, "The First JAG Broadway Musical starring......BUD!!! Give him a hand folks! (And some words, actions, oh, and a plot wouldn't hurt)" on 09:15:07 08/19/01 Sun

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[> [> Bud's gaze swept around the office, he was all alone... Then he heard it. Mystifyingly faint, but nevertheless compelling - where was it coming from? He began a slow circuit of the office, listening intently. There... he was getting closer. What could it be? He had to know! Closer... closer... it was getting louder, clearer. Could it be the Admiral's computer? Cautiously, Bud slipped around to the front of the screen, hardly daring to breathe. The program Tiner had installed to search for alien communications was up and running. And there were words... "The Nav-vy is the place to be! Sea-faring is the life for me! Watch that ocean stretching far and wide. Keep your civvies, I'm out with the mornin' tide!" Suddenly, the office door slammed open and there stood Harm, spatula-marked and defiant... -- Snark Hunter, sorry I missed so much - RL sucks sometimes., 22:44:23 08/29/01 Wed

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