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FOG SPACE STATION, 2043
“Commander Cheese sir, something’s we’re receiving an unregistered transmission. I can’t figure out where it’s coming from. The equipment has gone haywire”. Jets voice came over husky on the phone in Cheeses office, distorted by whatever distorts phones. “Do I accept the transmission?”
“You got any idea where its coming from?” Cheese knew that Jet had answered that same question 3 seconds ago, but he liked to seem eccentric to his officers. It kept them on their toes.
“No sir, no idea. I’ve tried to isolate the signal to a particular country, but its hopeless. I’ve called the British government, and they say that it ain’t from them. Same with the USA. You see, the thing is…” Jet lowered his voice considerably at this point, as though he was scared of saying it “…I don’t think its from earth, Cheese”.
Cheese fell off his swivel chair backwards, hitting his head on the floor. “What did you say?”
“I just don’t think its from this…”
“No, not that. The bit before. You said ‘aint’. You know I like my officers to speak proper, don’t you?”
“Uh, yes sir. Sorry sir. Wont happen again sir. Never again. Sir”
“Well don’t do it again. What? You’re pathetic. Look at me. What? I said you’re pathetic”.
“Sir, what are you…”
“Jet, would you please SHUT THE HELL UP!”
“Ummm… OK sir… whatever you say… I just thought I should tell you… seeing as you are in command of this station…”
“Hang on – you try to tell me all this stuff without properly introducing yourself? Whats your name?
“Sir, you know my name. It’s…”
“IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU’RE NAME IS!”
“Oh…Ok….sir, do you need a doctor? You sound a bit strange”.
“Huh? I sound strange? What? I asked you if I sound strange? You’re pathetic. What? I said you’re pathetic. Look, this space station is my yard. And I’m the big dog in this yard. What? I said I’m the big dog in my yard. I am eeeeeeeevil! INDEEEED!!! What? That’s the bottem line, because Cheese said so! What? You’re pathetic”.
Cheese stopped shouting. Jet had put the phone down.
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Jet, somewhat confused by Cheese’s antics, was going to the next in command to make the decision. Unfortunately, he didn’t know who was the next in command, so he went to talk to some lowly janitors who were eating lunch. He seemed to recall that one of them was called Afro something, and the others name involved the word ‘Cong’.
Jet greeted them. “Hi guys. Cheese has gone a bit mental, so I was wondering, who is the next in command?”
Afro was the first to reply, in a terrifically annoying Scottish accent. “ooh aye laddie, that’d be one of the noteables. Go speak to that dragon bloke, he’s a nice lad”.
“Table leg”, said Cong. Jet would later learn that he said this a lot. “Mekas on maternal leave. He pretended to be a woman, and stuffed a pillow up his jumper. Cheese believed him. Table leg”.
“Ach, aye, I remember now. Go to Grix then. He’s got a silly name, he must be a good bloke”.
“Table leg. Grix ain’t here either. He’s left. Had a really bad haircut, and left coz he was so embarrassed.
“ho ho ho, that was a bad trim, wasn’t it? Aye, what about Pb?”
“Table leg. Crushed by a mountain of prizes”.
“Sheepy?”
“Table leg. He was actually a wolf in sheeps clothing. We had to kill him”.
“FantsayMeister?”
“Table leg. Eaten by a gibbon”
“Sniper?”
“Table leg. So sarcastic, we chucked him out into deep space”.
“er-no?”
“Left to work for Rare Table leg.”.
“Wookie Monster?”
“We launched before he was elected. Table Leg”.
“Ach. So all the noteables are gone?” Jet noticed that Afro had ‘forgotten’ to mention the traitor.
“Table leg. Yup”.
Jets turn to talk. “So who is in command?”
“Well, laddie – it looks like its you”.
------
Jet was back in front of the monitor that still had ‘incoming transmission’ flashing over it. Himself in command? That was just too much. He decided to accept the transmission as his first decision as commander.
He pressed the ‘accept’ button. Instantly he was met with a pre recorded video.
It had the song ‘Blue Velvet’ in the background. More disturbingly, there was a big picture of an Ant in the middle of the screen.
Even more disturbingly, the first words out of this Ants mouth were “We are the Space Ants from Pluto, and we are going to kill you”.
------
Right – if anyone understood all that, write the next part. This is the new WWF Forum story, so please keep it going.
“Commander Cheese sir, something’s we’re receiving an unregistered transmission. I can’t figure out where it’s coming from. The equipment has gone haywire”. Jets voice came over husky on the phone in Cheeses office, distorted by whatever distorts phones. “Do I accept the transmission?”
“You got any idea where its coming from?” Cheese knew that Jet had answered that same question 3 seconds ago, but he liked to seem eccentric to his officers. It kept them on their toes.
“No sir, no idea. I’ve tried to isolate the signal to a particular country, but its hopeless. I’ve called the British government, and they say that it ain’t from them. Same with the USA. You see, the thing is…” Jet lowered his voice considerably at this point, as though he was scared of saying it “…I don’t think its from earth, Cheese”.
Cheese fell off his swivel chair backwards, hitting his head on the floor. “What did you say?”
“I just don’t think its from this…”
“No, not that. The bit before. You said ‘aint’. You know I like my officers to speak proper, don’t you?”
“Uh, yes sir. Sorry sir. Wont happen again sir. Never again. Sir”
“Well don’t do it again. What? You’re pathetic. Look at me. What? I said you’re pathetic”.
“Sir, what are you…”
“Jet, would you please SHUT THE HELL UP!”
“Ummm… OK sir… whatever you say… I just thought I should tell you… seeing as you are in command of this station…”
“Hang on – you try to tell me all this stuff without properly introducing yourself? Whats your name?
“Sir, you know my name. It’s…”
“IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU’RE NAME IS!”
“Oh…Ok….sir, do you need a doctor? You sound a bit strange”.
“Huh? I sound strange? What? I asked you if I sound strange? You’re pathetic. What? I said you’re pathetic. Look, this space station is my yard. And I’m the big dog in this yard. What? I said I’m the big dog in my yard. I am eeeeeeeevil! INDEEEED!!! What? That’s the bottem line, because Cheese said so! What? You’re pathetic”.
Cheese stopped shouting. Jet had put the phone down.
---------
Jet, somewhat confused by Cheese’s antics, was going to the next in command to make the decision. Unfortunately, he didn’t know who was the next in command, so he went to talk to some lowly janitors who were eating lunch. He seemed to recall that one of them was called Afro something, and the others name involved the word ‘Cong’.
Jet greeted them. “Hi guys. Cheese has gone a bit mental, so I was wondering, who is the next in command?”
Afro was the first to reply, in a terrifically annoying Scottish accent. “ooh aye laddie, that’d be one of the noteables. Go speak to that dragon bloke, he’s a nice lad”.
“Table leg”, said Cong. Jet would later learn that he said this a lot. “Mekas on maternal leave. He pretended to be a woman, and stuffed a pillow up his jumper. Cheese believed him. Table leg”.
“Ach, aye, I remember now. Go to Grix then. He’s got a silly name, he must be a good bloke”.
“Table leg. Grix ain’t here either. He’s left. Had a really bad haircut, and left coz he was so embarrassed.
“ho ho ho, that was a bad trim, wasn’t it? Aye, what about Pb?”
“Table leg. Crushed by a mountain of prizes”.
“Sheepy?”
“Table leg. He was actually a wolf in sheeps clothing. We had to kill him”.
“FantsayMeister?”
“Table leg. Eaten by a gibbon”
“Sniper?”
“Table leg. So sarcastic, we chucked him out into deep space”.
“er-no?”
“Left to work for Rare Table leg.”.
“Wookie Monster?”
“We launched before he was elected. Table Leg”.
“Ach. So all the noteables are gone?” Jet noticed that Afro had ‘forgotten’ to mention the traitor.
“Table leg. Yup”.
Jets turn to talk. “So who is in command?”
“Well, laddie – it looks like its you”.
------
Jet was back in front of the monitor that still had ‘incoming transmission’ flashing over it. Himself in command? That was just too much. He decided to accept the transmission as his first decision as commander.
He pressed the ‘accept’ button. Instantly he was met with a pre recorded video.
It had the song ‘Blue Velvet’ in the background. More disturbingly, there was a big picture of an Ant in the middle of the screen.
Even more disturbingly, the first words out of this Ants mouth were “We are the Space Ants from Pluto, and we are going to kill you”.
------
Right – if anyone understood all that, write the next part. This is the new WWF Forum story, so please keep it going.
Grandprix fell over his shoelaces, and landed at the feet of cheese. Cheese looked at him, and kicked him a couple of times, before shouting "WHAT" in his ear. Grandprix didn't move, so it was assumed that he was rendered unconsious by the very mention of Ants.
"What are we going to do?" mumbled Jet. "What are we going to do?"
"It's all about The Game, and how you play it" said Cheese thoughtfully. "I have a plan. We send a messenger of lowly status to go and negotiate with the ANTS. If he fails, we can say we sent him as a specimin of human kind for them. However, the messenger must be completely useless, a feeble minded half wit. That way, they will think humans are not worth fighting, and leave us in peace".
"Great idea, your highness" agreed Jet. But where will we find such a worthless human?"
All eyes turned to RawisAndy, who was sitting in the corner, drinking shoe polish.
"What are we going to do?" mumbled Jet. "What are we going to do?"
"It's all about The Game, and how you play it" said Cheese thoughtfully. "I have a plan. We send a messenger of lowly status to go and negotiate with the ANTS. If he fails, we can say we sent him as a specimin of human kind for them. However, the messenger must be completely useless, a feeble minded half wit. That way, they will think humans are not worth fighting, and leave us in peace".
"Great idea, your highness" agreed Jet. But where will we find such a worthless human?"
All eyes turned to RawisAndy, who was sitting in the corner, drinking shoe polish.
Meanwhile back in the Cargo Bay. Afro and Cong seemed unphased by the panic that was happening all around them.
"Table Leg" said Cong.
"Och aye laddie" replied Afro
"Table Leg" said Cong.
"Och aye laddie" replied Afro
"Holy cheese burgers on toast" Cried Jet "We all gonna die" Jet was very panicy and he screamed (in a girlish voice "HELP"!
A Door opend slowly and out poured smoke...followed by the shadowy figure of a young man in flares, jacket and a cowboy hat.
Mouldy cheese came to see what the racket was about.
Who in the blue hell are you?" he asked
"I am Granprix, saviour of all mankind" he replied
"Are going........" Jet was cut off by mouldy cheese
" Know your role and shut your mouth" Mouldy cheese snapped
" Yessss Sir" Jet said, shanking!
"We seem to have a little problem" said Mouldy "You see theres these Ants....."
"ANTs ANTS!!!!!!!!" Screamed Granprix "I dont deal with Ants!!" with that Grandprix turned round and tripped over his un-tied shoe-laces......
A Door opend slowly and out poured smoke...followed by the shadowy figure of a young man in flares, jacket and a cowboy hat.
Mouldy cheese came to see what the racket was about.
Who in the blue hell are you?" he asked
"I am Granprix, saviour of all mankind" he replied
"Are going........" Jet was cut off by mouldy cheese
" Know your role and shut your mouth" Mouldy cheese snapped
" Yessss Sir" Jet said, shanking!
"We seem to have a little problem" said Mouldy "You see theres these Ants....."
"ANTs ANTS!!!!!!!!" Screamed Granprix "I dont deal with Ants!!" with that Grandprix turned round and tripped over his un-tied shoe-laces......
ok. i wont join in yet, though till i see what is going on.
AfroJoe wrote:
> good story. but was that Afro meant to be me or some other Afro
Your supposted to continue it not say good story!
> good story. but was that Afro meant to be me or some other Afro
Your supposted to continue it not say good story!
good story. but was that Afro meant to be me or some other Afro
FOG SPACE STATION, 2043
“Commander Cheese sir, something’s we’re receiving an unregistered transmission. I can’t figure out where it’s coming from. The equipment has gone haywire”. Jets voice came over husky on the phone in Cheeses office, distorted by whatever distorts phones. “Do I accept the transmission?”
“You got any idea where its coming from?” Cheese knew that Jet had answered that same question 3 seconds ago, but he liked to seem eccentric to his officers. It kept them on their toes.
“No sir, no idea. I’ve tried to isolate the signal to a particular country, but its hopeless. I’ve called the British government, and they say that it ain’t from them. Same with the USA. You see, the thing is…” Jet lowered his voice considerably at this point, as though he was scared of saying it “…I don’t think its from earth, Cheese”.
Cheese fell off his swivel chair backwards, hitting his head on the floor. “What did you say?”
“I just don’t think its from this…”
“No, not that. The bit before. You said ‘aint’. You know I like my officers to speak proper, don’t you?”
“Uh, yes sir. Sorry sir. Wont happen again sir. Never again. Sir”
“Well don’t do it again. What? You’re pathetic. Look at me. What? I said you’re pathetic”.
“Sir, what are you…”
“Jet, would you please SHUT THE HELL UP!”
“Ummm… OK sir… whatever you say… I just thought I should tell you… seeing as you are in command of this station…”
“Hang on – you try to tell me all this stuff without properly introducing yourself? Whats your name?
“Sir, you know my name. It’s…”
“IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU’RE NAME IS!”
“Oh…Ok….sir, do you need a doctor? You sound a bit strange”.
“Huh? I sound strange? What? I asked you if I sound strange? You’re pathetic. What? I said you’re pathetic. Look, this space station is my yard. And I’m the big dog in this yard. What? I said I’m the big dog in my yard. I am eeeeeeeevil! INDEEEED!!! What? That’s the bottem line, because Cheese said so! What? You’re pathetic”.
Cheese stopped shouting. Jet had put the phone down.
---------
Jet, somewhat confused by Cheese’s antics, was going to the next in command to make the decision. Unfortunately, he didn’t know who was the next in command, so he went to talk to some lowly janitors who were eating lunch. He seemed to recall that one of them was called Afro something, and the others name involved the word ‘Cong’.
Jet greeted them. “Hi guys. Cheese has gone a bit mental, so I was wondering, who is the next in command?”
Afro was the first to reply, in a terrifically annoying Scottish accent. “ooh aye laddie, that’d be one of the noteables. Go speak to that dragon bloke, he’s a nice lad”.
“Table leg”, said Cong. Jet would later learn that he said this a lot. “Mekas on maternal leave. He pretended to be a woman, and stuffed a pillow up his jumper. Cheese believed him. Table leg”.
“Ach, aye, I remember now. Go to Grix then. He’s got a silly name, he must be a good bloke”.
“Table leg. Grix ain’t here either. He’s left. Had a really bad haircut, and left coz he was so embarrassed.
“ho ho ho, that was a bad trim, wasn’t it? Aye, what about Pb?”
“Table leg. Crushed by a mountain of prizes”.
“Sheepy?”
“Table leg. He was actually a wolf in sheeps clothing. We had to kill him”.
“FantsayMeister?”
“Table leg. Eaten by a gibbon”
“Sniper?”
“Table leg. So sarcastic, we chucked him out into deep space”.
“er-no?”
“Left to work for Rare Table leg.”.
“Wookie Monster?”
“We launched before he was elected. Table Leg”.
“Ach. So all the noteables are gone?” Jet noticed that Afro had ‘forgotten’ to mention the traitor.
“Table leg. Yup”.
Jets turn to talk. “So who is in command?”
“Well, laddie – it looks like its you”.
------
Jet was back in front of the monitor that still had ‘incoming transmission’ flashing over it. Himself in command? That was just too much. He decided to accept the transmission as his first decision as commander.
He pressed the ‘accept’ button. Instantly he was met with a pre recorded video.
It had the song ‘Blue Velvet’ in the background. More disturbingly, there was a big picture of an Ant in the middle of the screen.
Even more disturbingly, the first words out of this Ants mouth were “We are the Space Ants from Pluto, and we are going to kill you”.
------
Right – if anyone understood all that, write the next part. This is the new WWF Forum story, so please keep it going.
“Commander Cheese sir, something’s we’re receiving an unregistered transmission. I can’t figure out where it’s coming from. The equipment has gone haywire”. Jets voice came over husky on the phone in Cheeses office, distorted by whatever distorts phones. “Do I accept the transmission?”
“You got any idea where its coming from?” Cheese knew that Jet had answered that same question 3 seconds ago, but he liked to seem eccentric to his officers. It kept them on their toes.
“No sir, no idea. I’ve tried to isolate the signal to a particular country, but its hopeless. I’ve called the British government, and they say that it ain’t from them. Same with the USA. You see, the thing is…” Jet lowered his voice considerably at this point, as though he was scared of saying it “…I don’t think its from earth, Cheese”.
Cheese fell off his swivel chair backwards, hitting his head on the floor. “What did you say?”
“I just don’t think its from this…”
“No, not that. The bit before. You said ‘aint’. You know I like my officers to speak proper, don’t you?”
“Uh, yes sir. Sorry sir. Wont happen again sir. Never again. Sir”
“Well don’t do it again. What? You’re pathetic. Look at me. What? I said you’re pathetic”.
“Sir, what are you…”
“Jet, would you please SHUT THE HELL UP!”
“Ummm… OK sir… whatever you say… I just thought I should tell you… seeing as you are in command of this station…”
“Hang on – you try to tell me all this stuff without properly introducing yourself? Whats your name?
“Sir, you know my name. It’s…”
“IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU’RE NAME IS!”
“Oh…Ok….sir, do you need a doctor? You sound a bit strange”.
“Huh? I sound strange? What? I asked you if I sound strange? You’re pathetic. What? I said you’re pathetic. Look, this space station is my yard. And I’m the big dog in this yard. What? I said I’m the big dog in my yard. I am eeeeeeeevil! INDEEEED!!! What? That’s the bottem line, because Cheese said so! What? You’re pathetic”.
Cheese stopped shouting. Jet had put the phone down.
---------
Jet, somewhat confused by Cheese’s antics, was going to the next in command to make the decision. Unfortunately, he didn’t know who was the next in command, so he went to talk to some lowly janitors who were eating lunch. He seemed to recall that one of them was called Afro something, and the others name involved the word ‘Cong’.
Jet greeted them. “Hi guys. Cheese has gone a bit mental, so I was wondering, who is the next in command?”
Afro was the first to reply, in a terrifically annoying Scottish accent. “ooh aye laddie, that’d be one of the noteables. Go speak to that dragon bloke, he’s a nice lad”.
“Table leg”, said Cong. Jet would later learn that he said this a lot. “Mekas on maternal leave. He pretended to be a woman, and stuffed a pillow up his jumper. Cheese believed him. Table leg”.
“Ach, aye, I remember now. Go to Grix then. He’s got a silly name, he must be a good bloke”.
“Table leg. Grix ain’t here either. He’s left. Had a really bad haircut, and left coz he was so embarrassed.
“ho ho ho, that was a bad trim, wasn’t it? Aye, what about Pb?”
“Table leg. Crushed by a mountain of prizes”.
“Sheepy?”
“Table leg. He was actually a wolf in sheeps clothing. We had to kill him”.
“FantsayMeister?”
“Table leg. Eaten by a gibbon”
“Sniper?”
“Table leg. So sarcastic, we chucked him out into deep space”.
“er-no?”
“Left to work for Rare Table leg.”.
“Wookie Monster?”
“We launched before he was elected. Table Leg”.
“Ach. So all the noteables are gone?” Jet noticed that Afro had ‘forgotten’ to mention the traitor.
“Table leg. Yup”.
Jets turn to talk. “So who is in command?”
“Well, laddie – it looks like its you”.
------
Jet was back in front of the monitor that still had ‘incoming transmission’ flashing over it. Himself in command? That was just too much. He decided to accept the transmission as his first decision as commander.
He pressed the ‘accept’ button. Instantly he was met with a pre recorded video.
It had the song ‘Blue Velvet’ in the background. More disturbingly, there was a big picture of an Ant in the middle of the screen.
Even more disturbingly, the first words out of this Ants mouth were “We are the Space Ants from Pluto, and we are going to kill you”.
------
Right – if anyone understood all that, write the next part. This is the new WWF Forum story, so please keep it going.