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::The clock edges 1 minute closer to the epicentre, as the thousands of people who flocked to see the new year in stand there. Among them, there are a few who stand out::
Sheepy - Cor - cold tonight innit? I could be playin' my 2-stringed banjo right now, but no - you lot force me out. What gives?
FantasyMeister - We have to see the new year in Sheepy - I explained it to you at the hotel room.
::Sheepy looks at FM in awe::
Grix Thraves - Give it up Liberache! You have it worse than Elton John!
::FM stares a hole through Grix::
Grix - What?
Sheepy - Look, mates, let's just all get this schiznit over wit so I can go bak to playin' me 2 stringed banjo.
FM - But you said you wanted to play with m...
Sheepy - I'm playin' me banjo and that's final!
::Sheepy looks with disapproving eyes and FM looks down with a sad face::
Grix - Only 50 seconds left now! Come on everyone - cuddle up with your loved ones and yes - that means you reading this at home!
Sheepy - (whispers) That's not in the script!
::Grix goes into deep thought::
FM - Yes - cuddle up with the ones you love - I know I will!
::FM leans over to Sheepy and the two go to cuddle when Sheepy suddenly comes out his awe-struck trance and pushes FM away. A reporter for SRN walks on::
RastaBillySkank - (in monotone voice) Yes, that's right - only 30 seconds to go until we enter 2002! In fact - here we go let's count down!
Crowd - (in unison) 10, 9, 8, 7, 6
Sheepy, Grix, FM - (in unison) 5, 4, 3, 2, 2 ,2
Voice - What the hell!?
::The hand on the clock stops dead. A policeman files through the disgruntled crowd, gun in hand::
Pb - Make way - I'm a cop!
::Pb aims his gun and fires at the clock - nothing happens. Pb looks in disarray::
Rasta - Keep rolling! Follow me!
::The cameraman follows Rasta::
Rasta - You're on my foot you thong-wearing fatty!
Stryke - Sorry boss!
::A noise that sounds like heavy machinery is heard and some sort of transformation takes place on the clock. A large LED screen appears, which reads "You have been had by MR NICE GUY."::
Pb - Not Nice Guy again! Cops...
::Pb points to a group of youths::
Rickoss - But we're not co...
Pb - Just come with me men!
::Rasta and Stryke pass by the group::
Joe Dark - Oh my god - I'm on TV! First cops and now this!
::A man is sitting at a computer. He has a few others around him::
Mr Nice Guy - Man - I got it! I can now download porno 1 million times faster!
Fogmaster - Yes! Ok, do we have administration the clock tower unix server?
Mr Nice Guy - Huh? Anyway - I got into the clock tower unix server and I'm ready. How long do we have left until we strike?
Fogmaster - About 4 seconds boss.
Mr Nice Guy - Right...
::Everyone crowds around the computer as Mr Nice Guy presses the Enter key and a video feed appears on his screen of what is transpiring in London::
Mr Nice Guy - Yes - they fell for it!
Fogmaster - Wait - look at that - get a zoom in on that frame.
::Mr Nice Guy presses some keys and zooms in on a frame - it reveals Pb's face clearly::
Fogmaster - The feds - let's get the hell out.
::A notice reading "Unsafe Perimeter of Police Activity" appear on the screen in red. Everyone grabs a parachute::
Fogmaster - The plan is to meet in the fields - we all have our mini-laptops should we get into trouble. You know what to do.
::Fogmaster smashes the windows with a hammer. They all jump out the window of the 40-story high-rise building and press their parachute button. They run in various directions towards the fields as the police arrive in squad cars and search the building::
Pb - Damn it - they escaped. Wait - there they are!
::Pb, Rickoss, Joe Dark, Kid Rock and Berserker aim their guns and shoot, but the range isn't far enough::
Pb - Let's go men - we have work to do!
To Be Continued...
Sheepy - Cor - cold tonight innit? I could be playin' my 2-stringed banjo right now, but no - you lot force me out. What gives?
FantasyMeister - We have to see the new year in Sheepy - I explained it to you at the hotel room.
::Sheepy looks at FM in awe::
Grix Thraves - Give it up Liberache! You have it worse than Elton John!
::FM stares a hole through Grix::
Grix - What?
Sheepy - Look, mates, let's just all get this schiznit over wit so I can go bak to playin' me 2 stringed banjo.
FM - But you said you wanted to play with m...
Sheepy - I'm playin' me banjo and that's final!
::Sheepy looks with disapproving eyes and FM looks down with a sad face::
Grix - Only 50 seconds left now! Come on everyone - cuddle up with your loved ones and yes - that means you reading this at home!
Sheepy - (whispers) That's not in the script!
::Grix goes into deep thought::
FM - Yes - cuddle up with the ones you love - I know I will!
::FM leans over to Sheepy and the two go to cuddle when Sheepy suddenly comes out his awe-struck trance and pushes FM away. A reporter for SRN walks on::
RastaBillySkank - (in monotone voice) Yes, that's right - only 30 seconds to go until we enter 2002! In fact - here we go let's count down!
Crowd - (in unison) 10, 9, 8, 7, 6
Sheepy, Grix, FM - (in unison) 5, 4, 3, 2, 2 ,2
Voice - What the hell!?
::The hand on the clock stops dead. A policeman files through the disgruntled crowd, gun in hand::
Pb - Make way - I'm a cop!
::Pb aims his gun and fires at the clock - nothing happens. Pb looks in disarray::
Rasta - Keep rolling! Follow me!
::The cameraman follows Rasta::
Rasta - You're on my foot you thong-wearing fatty!
Stryke - Sorry boss!
::A noise that sounds like heavy machinery is heard and some sort of transformation takes place on the clock. A large LED screen appears, which reads "You have been had by MR NICE GUY."::
Pb - Not Nice Guy again! Cops...
::Pb points to a group of youths::
Rickoss - But we're not co...
Pb - Just come with me men!
::Rasta and Stryke pass by the group::
Joe Dark - Oh my god - I'm on TV! First cops and now this!
::A man is sitting at a computer. He has a few others around him::
Mr Nice Guy - Man - I got it! I can now download porno 1 million times faster!
Fogmaster - Yes! Ok, do we have administration the clock tower unix server?
Mr Nice Guy - Huh? Anyway - I got into the clock tower unix server and I'm ready. How long do we have left until we strike?
Fogmaster - About 4 seconds boss.
Mr Nice Guy - Right...
::Everyone crowds around the computer as Mr Nice Guy presses the Enter key and a video feed appears on his screen of what is transpiring in London::
Mr Nice Guy - Yes - they fell for it!
Fogmaster - Wait - look at that - get a zoom in on that frame.
::Mr Nice Guy presses some keys and zooms in on a frame - it reveals Pb's face clearly::
Fogmaster - The feds - let's get the hell out.
::A notice reading "Unsafe Perimeter of Police Activity" appear on the screen in red. Everyone grabs a parachute::
Fogmaster - The plan is to meet in the fields - we all have our mini-laptops should we get into trouble. You know what to do.
::Fogmaster smashes the windows with a hammer. They all jump out the window of the 40-story high-rise building and press their parachute button. They run in various directions towards the fields as the police arrive in squad cars and search the building::
Pb - Damn it - they escaped. Wait - there they are!
::Pb, Rickoss, Joe Dark, Kid Rock and Berserker aim their guns and shoot, but the range isn't far enough::
Pb - Let's go men - we have work to do!
To Be Continued...
"Rickoss - But we're not co..."
I'd say i've got the biggest part ;)
I'd say i've got the biggest part ;)
I'm not in there. WWWHHHYYY!!!
POP
Yay, Im in a story, its quite good. When are you posting the next part?
::The clock edges 1 minute closer to the epicentre, as the thousands of people who flocked to see the new year in stand there. Among them, there are a few who stand out::
Sheepy - Cor - cold tonight innit? I could be playin' my 2-stringed banjo right now, but no - you lot force me out. What gives?
FantasyMeister - We have to see the new year in Sheepy - I explained it to you at the hotel room.
::Sheepy looks at FM in awe::
Grix Thraves - Give it up Liberache! You have it worse than Elton John!
::FM stares a hole through Grix::
Grix - What?
Sheepy - Look, mates, let's just all get this schiznit over wit so I can go bak to playin' me 2 stringed banjo.
FM - But you said you wanted to play with m...
Sheepy - I'm playin' me banjo and that's final!
::Sheepy looks with disapproving eyes and FM looks down with a sad face::
Grix - Only 50 seconds left now! Come on everyone - cuddle up with your loved ones and yes - that means you reading this at home!
Sheepy - (whispers) That's not in the script!
::Grix goes into deep thought::
FM - Yes - cuddle up with the ones you love - I know I will!
::FM leans over to Sheepy and the two go to cuddle when Sheepy suddenly comes out his awe-struck trance and pushes FM away. A reporter for SRN walks on::
RastaBillySkank - (in monotone voice) Yes, that's right - only 30 seconds to go until we enter 2002! In fact - here we go let's count down!
Crowd - (in unison) 10, 9, 8, 7, 6
Sheepy, Grix, FM - (in unison) 5, 4, 3, 2, 2 ,2
Voice - What the hell!?
::The hand on the clock stops dead. A policeman files through the disgruntled crowd, gun in hand::
Pb - Make way - I'm a cop!
::Pb aims his gun and fires at the clock - nothing happens. Pb looks in disarray::
Rasta - Keep rolling! Follow me!
::The cameraman follows Rasta::
Rasta - You're on my foot you thong-wearing fatty!
Stryke - Sorry boss!
::A noise that sounds like heavy machinery is heard and some sort of transformation takes place on the clock. A large LED screen appears, which reads "You have been had by MR NICE GUY."::
Pb - Not Nice Guy again! Cops...
::Pb points to a group of youths::
Rickoss - But we're not co...
Pb - Just come with me men!
::Rasta and Stryke pass by the group::
Joe Dark - Oh my god - I'm on TV! First cops and now this!
::A man is sitting at a computer. He has a few others around him::
Mr Nice Guy - Man - I got it! I can now download porno 1 million times faster!
Fogmaster - Yes! Ok, do we have administration the clock tower unix server?
Mr Nice Guy - Huh? Anyway - I got into the clock tower unix server and I'm ready. How long do we have left until we strike?
Fogmaster - About 4 seconds boss.
Mr Nice Guy - Right...
::Everyone crowds around the computer as Mr Nice Guy presses the Enter key and a video feed appears on his screen of what is transpiring in London::
Mr Nice Guy - Yes - they fell for it!
Fogmaster - Wait - look at that - get a zoom in on that frame.
::Mr Nice Guy presses some keys and zooms in on a frame - it reveals Pb's face clearly::
Fogmaster - The feds - let's get the hell out.
::A notice reading "Unsafe Perimeter of Police Activity" appear on the screen in red. Everyone grabs a parachute::
Fogmaster - The plan is to meet in the fields - we all have our mini-laptops should we get into trouble. You know what to do.
::Fogmaster smashes the windows with a hammer. They all jump out the window of the 40-story high-rise building and press their parachute button. They run in various directions towards the fields as the police arrive in squad cars and search the building::
Pb - Damn it - they escaped. Wait - there they are!
::Pb, Rickoss, Joe Dark, Kid Rock and Berserker aim their guns and shoot, but the range isn't far enough::
Pb - Let's go men - we have work to do!
To Be Continued...
Sheepy - Cor - cold tonight innit? I could be playin' my 2-stringed banjo right now, but no - you lot force me out. What gives?
FantasyMeister - We have to see the new year in Sheepy - I explained it to you at the hotel room.
::Sheepy looks at FM in awe::
Grix Thraves - Give it up Liberache! You have it worse than Elton John!
::FM stares a hole through Grix::
Grix - What?
Sheepy - Look, mates, let's just all get this schiznit over wit so I can go bak to playin' me 2 stringed banjo.
FM - But you said you wanted to play with m...
Sheepy - I'm playin' me banjo and that's final!
::Sheepy looks with disapproving eyes and FM looks down with a sad face::
Grix - Only 50 seconds left now! Come on everyone - cuddle up with your loved ones and yes - that means you reading this at home!
Sheepy - (whispers) That's not in the script!
::Grix goes into deep thought::
FM - Yes - cuddle up with the ones you love - I know I will!
::FM leans over to Sheepy and the two go to cuddle when Sheepy suddenly comes out his awe-struck trance and pushes FM away. A reporter for SRN walks on::
RastaBillySkank - (in monotone voice) Yes, that's right - only 30 seconds to go until we enter 2002! In fact - here we go let's count down!
Crowd - (in unison) 10, 9, 8, 7, 6
Sheepy, Grix, FM - (in unison) 5, 4, 3, 2, 2 ,2
Voice - What the hell!?
::The hand on the clock stops dead. A policeman files through the disgruntled crowd, gun in hand::
Pb - Make way - I'm a cop!
::Pb aims his gun and fires at the clock - nothing happens. Pb looks in disarray::
Rasta - Keep rolling! Follow me!
::The cameraman follows Rasta::
Rasta - You're on my foot you thong-wearing fatty!
Stryke - Sorry boss!
::A noise that sounds like heavy machinery is heard and some sort of transformation takes place on the clock. A large LED screen appears, which reads "You have been had by MR NICE GUY."::
Pb - Not Nice Guy again! Cops...
::Pb points to a group of youths::
Rickoss - But we're not co...
Pb - Just come with me men!
::Rasta and Stryke pass by the group::
Joe Dark - Oh my god - I'm on TV! First cops and now this!
::A man is sitting at a computer. He has a few others around him::
Mr Nice Guy - Man - I got it! I can now download porno 1 million times faster!
Fogmaster - Yes! Ok, do we have administration the clock tower unix server?
Mr Nice Guy - Huh? Anyway - I got into the clock tower unix server and I'm ready. How long do we have left until we strike?
Fogmaster - About 4 seconds boss.
Mr Nice Guy - Right...
::Everyone crowds around the computer as Mr Nice Guy presses the Enter key and a video feed appears on his screen of what is transpiring in London::
Mr Nice Guy - Yes - they fell for it!
Fogmaster - Wait - look at that - get a zoom in on that frame.
::Mr Nice Guy presses some keys and zooms in on a frame - it reveals Pb's face clearly::
Fogmaster - The feds - let's get the hell out.
::A notice reading "Unsafe Perimeter of Police Activity" appear on the screen in red. Everyone grabs a parachute::
Fogmaster - The plan is to meet in the fields - we all have our mini-laptops should we get into trouble. You know what to do.
::Fogmaster smashes the windows with a hammer. They all jump out the window of the 40-story high-rise building and press their parachute button. They run in various directions towards the fields as the police arrive in squad cars and search the building::
Pb - Damn it - they escaped. Wait - there they are!
::Pb, Rickoss, Joe Dark, Kid Rock and Berserker aim their guns and shoot, but the range isn't far enough::
Pb - Let's go men - we have work to do!
To Be Continued...