A shadow loomed over Huxley and she turned and screamed. Something kicked the periscope, though, so I couldn’t tell what was happening. I knew that I had to spring into action again.
Quickly, I ran out the door and punched the up button on the elevator. I tapped my foot as I waited impatiently for the doors to open. Not quickly enough they did, and I leapt into the elevator car and tapped the button to the floor above. The doors closed and the metal box began to lift. Hey, it’s The Girl From Ipanema! I got to the floor and the doors opened.
Quickly, I ran down the corridor and threw all my weight into the door. This one didn’t give. I stepped back and threw my shoulder into it again. It still didn’t budge. The third time was the charm, though, as the door cracked open. I looked around and I didn’t see Huxley or Gervais in the room anywhere. I unslung my M41A Pulse Rifle and scanned the room for any movement.
I turned around and I saw it looming over me!
Game over, man… Game over!
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Convoluted Convolutions
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BUG-HUNT!!!!
Private Hudson, when you shoot a Bug, make sure you kill the Bug, because if you don’t (as you are finding out) payback is a B****
Fluke, do you mean my dress khakis?
That is really pretty creepy. And speaking of creepy, do you know what I'd like to see? Huxley's outfit being torn in suggestive and revealing ways.
I don't think there is enough fabric on Huxley's outfit to allow for much of that, Professor.
Maybe all the creature really wants is a breath mint and a little understanding, possibly a hug. If not, I'd sugguest a short burst to the front of the cranium. And don't forget your personal protective equipment; eye protection could make a world of difference in this battle
my suggestion would be kill first ask if it wants a hug or mint later
very useful article. I would love to follow you on twitter.
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