Hi all - my first real post.  Hope I don't biff it.  Anyway, this isn't
exactly a fanfic, but as I'm still bogged down with my PS4fic, here's a
series of stories about SPAM - just thought I'd test the reaction before
I go ahead and post my real fanfic.  Also, thought I'd try to get some
feedback on these.

==Miyu==

Who refuses to acknowledge this thing called "SIG", but would like to
take the opportunity to tell you that you should e-mail her immediately
so you can pay her to draw manga. ^_^;  Hey, it's worth a shot, isn't it?
 Everyone reads a Trendy "SIG".

olu-chan@juno.com
76122.2224@CompuServe.com for attachments and over 60KB.

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		SPAM

(or The Little Mystery Meat That Could.)

	     by ==Miyu==
	(Molly C. DesJardin)

	One day, a mystery meat escaped from its testing lab and bounded
off to freedom.  The mystery meat frolicked down the sidewalk,
disregarding the passerby who gave it odd looks and widely skirted it. 
No, the mystery meat was too hyperactive to care what humans thought of
its mysteriousness.  The mystery meat instead made straight for the open
country, jumping on the first jet it saw.  Heedless to the whipping wind
and tendon-wrenching sonic blast, the little meat hung on, clenching its
100% sirloin teeth in denial of the elements around it.  When the jet
finally landed on Earthen soil once more, the mystery meat fell off the
contraption joyously, thinking,
"That was a fun ride, but I'll be Boondoggled if I try that again!!" 
Thinking that the nightmare was finally over, the mystery meat hopped,
carefree, into the airport, only to have the world go suddenly dark and
tight.  "Oh no!" cried the mystery meat.  "My arch-nemesis : THE CAN!!" 
It was then that the mystery meat heard a booming, evil voice from
outside the can declare, "I dub thee ..... SPAM!!!!!!!"  And all was
spammerific.

Till next time.....