...a little bit louder and a whole lot worse.
This week's Audience Participation Monday is a twist on last week's. Because I'm a little curious about what's on the other side of that door, we'll be continuing our APM Noir, except now it's gone from a film noir to an Ed Wood film. Fans of cheesy sci-fi, get yer ray guns up!
Babs, our tough-talking Brooklyner (Brooklynite? Brooklynese? Brooklyneer?) has been unceremoniously ousted from the offices of one Lazlo Kovaks. Let's leave Kovaks for later and focus on Babs. What multi-headed alien monsters await her behind the mysterious office door? What is in store for her?
So what's the catch? It seems like some people (and you know who you are) have been, for lack of a better word, hogging the yarn-spinning a bit, sometimes sending the narrative off in directions the rest of us are mildly confused by. Others of you are feeling intimidated when some among us shine a little too brightly (I'll be expecting a contribution from you this week, Brannon.). And some people just write weird shit.
It's time to level the playing field a bit. This week, you can only add to the story exactly seven words at a time. Not six, not eight, SEVEN. Articles count as a word. For strings of hyphenated words, count each word. I'll be happy to field any further clarification you may need as to the rules. After you have added your seven words, you have to wait to post again until at least one other person goes. In other words, you can't post twice in a row.
Are your warp drives ready? Your fazer-guns set to "stunning"?
It's time for the
EGALITARIAN HORDES FROM PLANET 7!!!
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Babs looked up. An eerie orange haze
spiraled ominously from the ship's main thruster
The Googlax have attacked. You know what
to do when the Googlax are attacking.
(Elaine helped :)
She knew. "And a one, and a
...wait. What comes after one? Babs paused.
"oh yeah, I remember, its and a. . . "
two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...
"Wait", said Babs. "Aren't the Googlax our
"Babs, it's clear", said Slim, "they want...
La Azul Vaca to help them to...
...eradicate the coniferous forests of Bunyan Woods.
"Don't they have a cream for Bunyans?"
asked Babs, with a look on her face
reminiscent of a Googlax on crack. She
...knew the Bunyan Woods on the planet...
were home to tiny invertebrates which could
,when combined with dust from La Azul
Vaca, be creamed in a Cuisinart to
produce a powerful aphrodisiac. So strong was...
this lusty alien potion of love, that
the cuisinarts used to make it were
instantly animated to life with unusually large...
chopping blades (shame on you, filthy minds).
Meanwhile, back on the ship, Babs hastily...
(I'm bending the rules so the story can be read in one chunk!)
Babs looked up. An eerie orange haze spiraled ominously from the ship's main thruster. The Googlax have attacked. You know what to do when the Googlax are attacking. She knew. "And a one, and a ...wait. What comes after one? Babs paused. "oh yeah, I remember, its and a. . . " two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... "Wait", said Babs. "Aren't the Googlax our allies? Why, then, are they attacking us?! "Babs, it's clear", said Slim, "they want La Azul Vaca to help them to eradicate the coniferous forests of Bunyan Woods. "Don't they have a cream for Bunyans?" asked Babs, with a look on her face reminiscent of a Googlax on crack. She knew the Bunyan Woods on the planet were home to tiny invertebrates which could, when combined with dust from La Azul Vaca, be creamed in a Cuisinart to produce a powerful aphrodisiac. So strong was this lusty alien potion of love, that the cuisinarts used to make it were instantly animated to life with unusually large chopping blades (shame on you, filthy minds). Meanwhile, back on the ship, Babs hastily
tried to recall how to speak Googlaxese
,but failing, consulted her Book of Words.
"Flim-Flam" was the word she first...
tried, in a wavering, tentative voice, but
was met only by looks of confusion
from her crew, who were still wondering...
about that door she came through earlier.
Why did the door glow so purple?
Beyond the door, Lazlo wrestled with the...
titanium restraints on his wrists and ankles
having been placed there by Babs as...
both entertainment and a security measure. Lazlo...
...knew the purple glowing of the door could...
really only mean one thing. The end.
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