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Sorry, Mystique, but I couldn't resist! Here we go...
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I cIt started off as a nice, peaceful day outside Mystiques front garden, when Will Smith pulls up in a bran-spanking-new, black BMW with rocket launchers bulging out the front. He opens the tinted window and slowly puts his shades on.
"Hey, baby!" He says to Mystique. Mystique is quite confused, but before she can do anything, Will says,
"You're coming with me," and uses that weird flashy thing to wipe her memory, then quickly drives off after carefully placing her in the back seat.
Later, Mystique finds herself in the MIB HQ. Will uses the flashy thing once more to make sure she doesn't remember the way to the HQ. She has a psychiatrist staring closely at her, who is trying to get her memory back by showing her objects and asking her to name them.
First, he holds up a glove.
"Hand," she says.
"Close. It's a glove," says the psychiatrist. He tries again, this time asking her name.
"Mistake!" She replies. The psychiatrist sighs and holds up a fork.
"It's a!" she says.
The psychiatrist bursts out laughing. "No, no! Not. It's fork! We'll give it one more try."
He produces a Big Mac.
"Bug Muck!" She says.
"Oh God!" Says the psychiatrist in disbelief. "I reckon we'd better give up."
She is escorted into a lift, which takes her up to a conference room, with Sniper, Grix, er-no, shaneo and Goatboy sitting around a large, round table.
"Well hello," says Grix, welcoming Mystique. "Please take a. . ." SMACK!
"Sorry," says Mystique, drowsily. "Just get to the point."
Everyone gasps, except for shaneo who is half asleep and er-no, who is staring at her, dribbling. Mystique sits down. The chair starts to creek. She hears it and quickly stands up.
"Hey, you!" She says, referring to Goatboy. "Come here!" Goatboy complies without hesitating, trembling with excitement. Mystique quickly nicks his chair.
"Now," says Grix. "You are here because we need you to track down this fellow here," Grix points at a photograph on the table. "He has discovered life on Jupiter and wishes to use the aliens there to help him take over the world. Yes, I know, you've seen it every day in a film, but this is real, so be careful. He calls himself Elvis. We know that is not his real name, but we will refer to him by Elvis also, because we don't know his real name! He got himself a squad of bodyguards when he found out we were trailing him. Don't worry, these guys will be with you as long as they live through the mission."
"Oh God," she says, irritated. "I'll just. . .um. . .leave now." She stands up.
"Sit DOWN!" Says Grix, getting rather agitated. "I was told that you already have experience with firearms and stuff like that, when you encountered this bloke. . .erm. . .what's his name. . . Tiltawhirl, yes, ahem, so additional training isn't necessary. But how are you going to know who's who unless we properly introduce ourselves? ALL RIGHT GUYS. FRONT AND CENTRE, NOW!" Everyone lines up and, in order, says their names. Mystiques attention is destracted by a small figure, tugging at her trouser leg.
"Oh yeah," says Grix. "That's MiniMe. Okay, I don't care how you track Elvis down, just make sure you get him here, alive. Snaneo, get her kitted up and give her a descent weapon. Now GO!"
END OF PART ONE
Part two will be coming soon.
Enjoy!
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I cIt started off as a nice, peaceful day outside Mystiques front garden, when Will Smith pulls up in a bran-spanking-new, black BMW with rocket launchers bulging out the front. He opens the tinted window and slowly puts his shades on.
"Hey, baby!" He says to Mystique. Mystique is quite confused, but before she can do anything, Will says,
"You're coming with me," and uses that weird flashy thing to wipe her memory, then quickly drives off after carefully placing her in the back seat.
Later, Mystique finds herself in the MIB HQ. Will uses the flashy thing once more to make sure she doesn't remember the way to the HQ. She has a psychiatrist staring closely at her, who is trying to get her memory back by showing her objects and asking her to name them.
First, he holds up a glove.
"Hand," she says.
"Close. It's a glove," says the psychiatrist. He tries again, this time asking her name.
"Mistake!" She replies. The psychiatrist sighs and holds up a fork.
"It's a!" she says.
The psychiatrist bursts out laughing. "No, no! Not. It's fork! We'll give it one more try."
He produces a Big Mac.
"Bug Muck!" She says.
"Oh God!" Says the psychiatrist in disbelief. "I reckon we'd better give up."
She is escorted into a lift, which takes her up to a conference room, with Sniper, Grix, er-no, shaneo and Goatboy sitting around a large, round table.
"Well hello," says Grix, welcoming Mystique. "Please take a. . ." SMACK!
"Sorry," says Mystique, drowsily. "Just get to the point."
Everyone gasps, except for shaneo who is half asleep and er-no, who is staring at her, dribbling. Mystique sits down. The chair starts to creek. She hears it and quickly stands up.
"Hey, you!" She says, referring to Goatboy. "Come here!" Goatboy complies without hesitating, trembling with excitement. Mystique quickly nicks his chair.
"Now," says Grix. "You are here because we need you to track down this fellow here," Grix points at a photograph on the table. "He has discovered life on Jupiter and wishes to use the aliens there to help him take over the world. Yes, I know, you've seen it every day in a film, but this is real, so be careful. He calls himself Elvis. We know that is not his real name, but we will refer to him by Elvis also, because we don't know his real name! He got himself a squad of bodyguards when he found out we were trailing him. Don't worry, these guys will be with you as long as they live through the mission."
"Oh God," she says, irritated. "I'll just. . .um. . .leave now." She stands up.
"Sit DOWN!" Says Grix, getting rather agitated. "I was told that you already have experience with firearms and stuff like that, when you encountered this bloke. . .erm. . .what's his name. . . Tiltawhirl, yes, ahem, so additional training isn't necessary. But how are you going to know who's who unless we properly introduce ourselves? ALL RIGHT GUYS. FRONT AND CENTRE, NOW!" Everyone lines up and, in order, says their names. Mystiques attention is destracted by a small figure, tugging at her trouser leg.
"Oh yeah," says Grix. "That's MiniMe. Okay, I don't care how you track Elvis down, just make sure you get him here, alive. Snaneo, get her kitted up and give her a descent weapon. Now GO!"
END OF PART ONE
Part two will be coming soon.
Enjoy!
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Mr Nice Guy wrote:
My favourite has got to be your
> mum, but then your sister has taken her place as top looker in the family tree
> at the moment.
I'm guessin that you two know each other?
My favourite has got to be your
> mum, but then your sister has taken her place as top looker in the family tree
> at the moment.
I'm guessin that you two know each other?
Fogmaster wrote:
> Phillipa, oh yes, she was nice in the early days of Robot Wars, but she let
> herself go, what a great shame. There are loads of great looking mums...Nice
> story anyway.
My favourite has got to be your mum, but then your sister has taken her place as top looker in the family tree at the moment.
> Phillipa, oh yes, she was nice in the early days of Robot Wars, but she let
> herself go, what a great shame. There are loads of great looking mums...Nice
> story anyway.
My favourite has got to be your mum, but then your sister has taken her place as top looker in the family tree at the moment.
Phillipa, oh yes, she was nice in the early days of Robot Wars, but she let herself go, what a great shame. There are loads of great looking mums...Nice story anyway.
Photo-Genetic wrote:
> Ahhh,finally,a lad that doesn't take the mickey out of female gamers,....
dont go near goatboy then..well only if you dont mind being called a minger
> Ahhh,finally,a lad that doesn't take the mickey out of female gamers,....
dont go near goatboy then..well only if you dont mind being called a minger
hey sheet you won GAD yay you
poor mystique.
We shouldnt take the mickey out of female gamers, there are very few of them ya know.
We shouldnt take the mickey out of female gamers, there are very few of them ya know.
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