At 02:50 PM 3/19/96 -0800, you wrote:

That's BFG-9000, 9-bloody-thousand!

Oh well.  <activates weapon and fried Spira flies into the air>

Foxtrot the Furryous
...that should be the end of that nasty biz...

Then Spira materializes beside Foxtrot.

Spira: Hey, Foxtrot. *grin*

Foxtrot: Aarrgghhh... ( firing her weapon again )

Spira explodes.

Foxtrot: Finally.

Spira's voice: Not even close, Fox. That's only a clone. Hehe... And you
never know where the real me is... hahaha... ( maniacal laugh )

Foxtrot: Damn...