Ani-Mania Inc. Productions Presents:

Don't Say No to Little Washuu
or
A Late Night at the Office...


     Washuu was less than pleased.  "What the hell are those guys thinking!"
she grumbled loudly in her laboratory.  "'More than adequate skills!' indeed!"
she said, calling up her black console.  "There's more robotics skill in my
right middle toe than in that whole company!"

     As she called up a set of blueprints she'd had for a while, she smiled an
interesting smile.  "Perhaps I should update my resume..."

***

     Washuu whistled as she put the finishing touches on her new 'resume' 

     "'...lose our reputation...' eh," she muttered.  "'...best of luck...'"
huh.  Ill give them a "'Plastic pal that's fun to be with'." she said, welding
the last facet on the head of the robots.

    They stood taller than her, with an openrimmed musket-like barrel
protruding from the front.  The bottom was set with rows of flashing lights.
It buzzed with a metalic twang.

    "I think I'll call them, Daleks...."
***

Ja ne! 
Wakko Warner, Ani-Maniac
(and right now boarding a plane to a nice, safe, deserted island)
Check out my tiny little waste of bandwidth at:

http:/members.aol.com/AniManiacW/AMIhome.html

and

The Ani-Mania Incorperated Assistant Writing Staff:

***Abrasia, Muse of Creative Artistic Motivation***
[A woman, looking mid-20ish, stands in a white toga with purple, crewcut hair,
and her weapon of choice, "The Great and Mighty Sprok of
Prodding!(tm)".(Actually
It's just a giant plastic KFC spork]
Abrasia: I don't get it.

***Flash D'Angello, Patron Saint of Flashy Distractions***
[30 Year old man in white robes, festooned with tinfoil propellers]
Flash: Huh.  I missed it. What happened?

***Glitch, my personal Gremlin****
[A blueish scally thing with bright pink fur grins, sort of, and munches on a
floppy disk]

***Deo-Sparks, Goddess of Writers Torment***
[A tall woman, with dark-green, straight hair reaching down to her waist nods.
She
wears multicolored robes, and has matching sets of three marks up her
cheeks(like whiskers) and an inverted pyramid shape on her forehead]
Deo: [resting her head in her hands] I'm surrounded.