On Fri, 31 May 1996, Bad Mr. Frosty wrote:
Orig> >Further down the freeway, still shaking swerving around random cars, Mike
Orig> >blinked at the businessman in front of him who had seemingly appeared out
Orig> >of a fold in reality. In true New York cabbie style, he yelled to
Orig> >Panda, "Hang on! This could get rough." Panda merely whimpered
Orig> >slightly in response... <"When am I going to get to a computer?">
Still sitting in the cab's back seat, looking really entertained, Wing
smiles, whispering, "Hmm.... Kergma..."
Orig> >With a terrible suddeness, all four tires of his cab blew, leaving him to
Orig> >screech to a halt on the wheel rims as he frantically smashed the brake
Orig> >pedal in response. The Prodinator, following the laws of inertia, took
Orig> >the rear right hand door with it as it continued down the road.
Orig> >Kergma grinned slightly as 4 tiny patches of Chaos appeared under the
Orig> >tires of the cab, absorbing the rubber. "Now, to stop that purple thing."
Wing smiles, grabbing a hold of Panda as the both of them are covered with
a small storm of rose petals. Then, they were simply not there, leaving a
rather disgruntled Mike in the damaged cab just as things started getting
a bit frosty.
*** In an apartment somewhere... ***
The panda was still curled up in that fetal position while muttering
something about computer.
Sighing, Wing handed the panda some tender bamboo shoots and formed a
shield around the apartment, muttering something about not needing another
rent increase.
"So.. Panda, you don't look like a panda... But... you can stay here and
use my computer if you want... I have a spare 8088 pc computer. hehe... it
was top of the line a few years ago..."
Wing smiles as he contacts Nagisa.
@}--,--'-------- "Steps" -------,--'---{@
A moment passes by. A step taken without
knowing why... Things to be are...
..Unkown.
@}--,--'------- Wing -------,--'---{@
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