"Meet the Girls"
by an insane Lucien Lockhart


[SCENE:  On the Satellite of Love.  The three new roommates have finally 
exhausted their search for a way off the ship and began to accept their 
fate.  Currently, one roommate intensely searches for something.]

Luci (throwing rotted vegetables and potential science projects everywhere): 
  What is there in here to eat?  These men are slobs.  Point of proof, a 
sock in the Jelly jar.  Nourishment, what do they eat for nourishment?
Akane (ducking random items being hurled by Luci while looking through the 
pantry):  I just want to know why we could find our way on this ship and 
can't find our way off.  Here.
Luci (rips open the package and shoves bread in her mouth):  Msmmhsmmh, 
mmommhhdm md mdmh. *translation:  uh-oh.  That witch is calling.  Rei could 
you answer it?*
Rei (activates monitor):  �.
Dr. Forrester:  You really ought to speak more dear.  But that is beside the 
point, where are the other two girls?  Duckie and Assassin or something like 
that.
Akane (yelling):  It's Akane!  And there is no place to work out here, I 
need to keep in shape, if I am going to beat Ranma's head in.
Luci (who had returned to foraging in the fridge):  Luci's the name, don't 
wear it out.  And where the hell is the food?
Dr. Forrester:  Whatever.  You are slipping in your tasks.  The 'Fan 
Fiction' sign has been flashing for an hour.
Luci:  We know.  We are on strike until some decent food shows up in here.  
And we are girls, we need a few things to survive this torture.  Here is a 
list of our demands.  See that they are met and we will read your creepy 
fiction.
Rei (cuts off Dr. F in mid rant):  Good-bye.

TO BE CONTINUED. :):)



Tenel Ka
Dork Squire Supreme, Jedi Knight and Protectress of ISAD, queen of 
unexpected innuendo.

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"I am pleased to meet you. I need you to kill me.  No one else will."
--Elassar, "X-Wing:  Solo Command"

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Girl:  "Mom, I want to be a handmaiden when I grow up."
Mom:  "You mean like a handmaiden from that story, "A Handmaiden's Tale"?"
Girl:  "Not even close mom. A real handmaiden like Queen Amidala's
handmaidens.  I already picked a blaster, it is a small holdout blaster.
See?"

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"Damn morning people, annoying, cheerful, energetic morning people.  People
better off dead.  Shoot them just on principle.  Blaster, near.  Shoot.  No.
Stay.  In bed.  Forever.  My place, my bed.  Mine, mine."

        "Stuff" by Gheorghe2



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