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Stryke took another swig of whisky. He closed his eyes and sighed as the cool liquid travelled down his body, and damaged his liver. He knew it wouldn’t do him any good, but he didn’t care.
He stepped out from the bar, which he also knew as home, and was greeted by the evil stench of pollution. He walked down the busy streets, full of all kinds of people, most of them in rags. He was used to it by now though. The drink, drugs, prostitution, illness-it was just a daily occurrence. He heard a strange grunt from an alley, and glanced towards it’s source. He regretted it, and quickly carried on his way.
“Hey, Stryke! Over here!”
Stryke looked to his left, and saw Your Honour sitting in a Ford Escort on the side of the road. He hurried over to him, struggled to open the extremely rusty door and joined YH.
“You still got one of these? Everyone’s going round in those hover-carts now, why don’t you ya old fart?”
“Those hover-carts use petrol as well.” YH said a matter-of-factly.
“And?”
“Well, I’d prefer to be down here on the ground if I run out.” He replied, bluntly.
YH started the engine.
10 minutes later…
The car revved up, and they finally got away.
“You been watching the news?” Stryke asked between gulps of whiskey.
“Nah, I prefer Robots From Hell.”
“Well, Lord VenomByte’s planning some sort of expedition.” Stryke told him.
“Really? Where to?”
“Dunno, but I heard it’s somewhere dangerous, and he wants to try and find this necklace. It’s all powerful or something. Supposedly, his magic skills have been waning as of late. He tried to clean the whole palace using magic the other day, and ended up destroying the bathroom.”
“Oh, right. Well, I would watch the news to hear more about it, but today’s Robots From Hell is about Tony Rainbird’s experience with a rebellious 220-Series. Very interesting…”
They continued to drive through the bustling city, not knowing exactly where they were going. Fortunately, before they had driven up to the huge impending hole in the road which they had no idea was there, something caught their attention. A big crowd was gathering around something…or someone. Smoke was coming from somewhere, but it wasn’t a fire.
“Wanna check it out?” YH asked.
Stryke nodded, and as the Escort coughed to a stop, they jumped out and headed over to…whatever was going on over there.
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Stryke took another swig of whisky. He closed his eyes and sighed as the cool liquid travelled down his body, and damaged his liver. He knew it wouldn’t do him any good, but he didn’t care.
He stepped out from the bar, which he also knew as home, and was greeted by the evil stench of pollution. He walked down the busy streets, full of all kinds of people, most of them in rags. He was used to it by now though. The drink, drugs, prostitution, illness-it was just a daily occurrence. He heard a strange grunt from an alley, and glanced towards it’s source. He regretted it, and quickly carried on his way.
“Hey, Stryke! Over here!”
Stryke looked to his left, and saw Your Honour sitting in a Ford Escort on the side of the road. He hurried over to him, struggled to open the extremely rusty door and joined YH.
“You still got one of these? Everyone’s going round in those hover-carts now, why don’t you ya old fart?”
“Those hover-carts use petrol as well.” YH said a matter-of-factly.
“And?”
“Well, I’d prefer to be down here on the ground if I run out.” He replied, bluntly.
YH started the engine.
10 minutes later…
The car revved up, and they finally got away.
“You been watching the news?” Stryke asked between gulps of whiskey.
“Nah, I prefer Robots From Hell.”
“Well, Lord VenomByte’s planning some sort of expedition.” Stryke told him.
“Really? Where to?”
“Dunno, but I heard it’s somewhere dangerous, and he wants to try and find this necklace. It’s all powerful or something. Supposedly, his magic skills have been waning as of late. He tried to clean the whole palace using magic the other day, and ended up destroying the bathroom.”
“Oh, right. Well, I would watch the news to hear more about it, but today’s Robots From Hell is about Tony Rainbird’s experience with a rebellious 220-Series. Very interesting…”
They continued to drive through the bustling city, not knowing exactly where they were going. Fortunately, before they had driven up to the huge impending hole in the road which they had no idea was there, something caught their attention. A big crowd was gathering around something…or someone. Smoke was coming from somewhere, but it wasn’t a fire.
“Wanna check it out?” YH asked.
Stryke nodded, and as the Escort coughed to a stop, they jumped out and headed over to…whatever was going on over there.
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"erm...shouldn't there be a big explosion soon?" Stryke asked, a little worried.
"Most likely..." YH replied.
"Shouldn't we run then?"
"Most likely..."
They all ran like hell, and although the explosion should've happened many seconds earlier, they managed to get far enough away to no be effected by the explosion. Apart from a small spark, which hit Snake on the arm and burned through part of his stealth suit.
"Damn."
"Okay, we better go see how much of the Escort is still intact," er-no said, his insanity steadily reforming.
"Most likely..."
For some mad reason that this author, and no other author can explain, the car was almost perfect. Apart from a small dent in the back. Stryke got out a spanner from no where, and started giving the car a few taps, trying to get rid of the dent.
10 minutes later...
"Hmmm...I had it a while ago, but look at it now..."
The Escort was completely ruined. The door fell off, landing on Snake's foot.
"Damn."
"Do you think the car will still work?" Stryke questioned.
"Most likely..."
So they experimented, and amazingly, it did. Better than before, maybe. Also, by pure fluke, during the explosion some petrol had 'flown' into the car, and they were almost full.
"Super," Stryke said gayly, "I guess we're off again, right?"
"Most likely..."
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News Troll appeared again, with, surprisingly, news.
"Hello News Troll," Troll 5 said, speaking up for the first time, "what news you do have?"
"Here's some news for you, it's 'do you,' not 'you do.'"
"Ah, right. Well, I've never spoken before, so what do you expect?" Troll 5 reasoned.
"The same for me goes," Troll 4 commented.
"So what's the real news?" Troll 1 asked.
"Okay, well some Neville guy is supposedly gonna kill the group of travellers once they have the necklace."
"Really? Well, he won't need to, not after we've dealt with them. That reminds me, we better get ready again.
And so the trolls got into their fighting poses, where they would be for the next few days...
"Most likely..." YH replied.
"Shouldn't we run then?"
"Most likely..."
They all ran like hell, and although the explosion should've happened many seconds earlier, they managed to get far enough away to no be effected by the explosion. Apart from a small spark, which hit Snake on the arm and burned through part of his stealth suit.
"Damn."
"Okay, we better go see how much of the Escort is still intact," er-no said, his insanity steadily reforming.
"Most likely..."
For some mad reason that this author, and no other author can explain, the car was almost perfect. Apart from a small dent in the back. Stryke got out a spanner from no where, and started giving the car a few taps, trying to get rid of the dent.
10 minutes later...
"Hmmm...I had it a while ago, but look at it now..."
The Escort was completely ruined. The door fell off, landing on Snake's foot.
"Damn."
"Do you think the car will still work?" Stryke questioned.
"Most likely..."
So they experimented, and amazingly, it did. Better than before, maybe. Also, by pure fluke, during the explosion some petrol had 'flown' into the car, and they were almost full.
"Super," Stryke said gayly, "I guess we're off again, right?"
"Most likely..."
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News Troll appeared again, with, surprisingly, news.
"Hello News Troll," Troll 5 said, speaking up for the first time, "what news you do have?"
"Here's some news for you, it's 'do you,' not 'you do.'"
"Ah, right. Well, I've never spoken before, so what do you expect?" Troll 5 reasoned.
"The same for me goes," Troll 4 commented.
"So what's the real news?" Troll 1 asked.
"Okay, well some Neville guy is supposedly gonna kill the group of travellers once they have the necklace."
"Really? Well, he won't need to, not after we've dealt with them. That reminds me, we better get ready again.
And so the trolls got into their fighting poses, where they would be for the next few days...
Solid Snake waited in the back of the Ford Escort, hoping to add a much needed degree of macho behaviour to this otherwise rather worryingly homo-themed story. He couln't think why anyone would fill the back of a car with five hundred spring rolls, so he'd thrown them all out. After some time he heard voices approaching. He guessed there were four or five of them. It sounded like they were getting into the car. They were arguing about something, but Snake wasn't quite sure what as he couldn't hear properly though the high quality luxury insulation you get in the boot of most Escorts.
*Auther's note: This is a fictional story, remember*
Presently, one of them started up the car, and then they were moving. Thanks to the professional racing standard suspension you get in most Ecorts, he didn't feel any bumps on the road at all. After a time... he wasn't sure how long - he'd earlier drifted off to sleep in the extremely comfortable padded interior you get in most Excorts - he eventually became aware that the car had stopped.
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"Sheepy, what the hell is wrong with you!" screamed YH, staring at Sheepy lying on the ground, vomiting and choking
"He just downed a pint of unleaded, to prove he wasn't a poof." replied Stryke.
"Bloody idiot." YH muttered to himself.
YH turned towards the nearest petrol pump at the Esso station they'd stopped at, and opened the lid of the petrol tank. Then he paused, and put the petrol hose back. He stared at the boot of the car. There appeared to be a wispy trail of grey smoke twirling it's way upwards from the boot. what was it? A spring roll on fire? YH approched the boot, and flicked it open. Inside was Solid Snake, having a quiet smoke.
"Damn."
Snake climbed out of the boot, without offering an explanation, and calmly flicked his cigarette towards the petrol pump.
*Auther's note: This is a fictional story, remember*
Presently, one of them started up the car, and then they were moving. Thanks to the professional racing standard suspension you get in most Ecorts, he didn't feel any bumps on the road at all. After a time... he wasn't sure how long - he'd earlier drifted off to sleep in the extremely comfortable padded interior you get in most Excorts - he eventually became aware that the car had stopped.
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"Sheepy, what the hell is wrong with you!" screamed YH, staring at Sheepy lying on the ground, vomiting and choking
"He just downed a pint of unleaded, to prove he wasn't a poof." replied Stryke.
"Bloody idiot." YH muttered to himself.
YH turned towards the nearest petrol pump at the Esso station they'd stopped at, and opened the lid of the petrol tank. Then he paused, and put the petrol hose back. He stared at the boot of the car. There appeared to be a wispy trail of grey smoke twirling it's way upwards from the boot. what was it? A spring roll on fire? YH approched the boot, and flicked it open. Inside was Solid Snake, having a quiet smoke.
"Damn."
Snake climbed out of the boot, without offering an explanation, and calmly flicked his cigarette towards the petrol pump.
"Guard!" A guard entered Venombytes room. "Fetch me Safety Concious Neville". The guard nodded, and left.
"Halloooo!" Called SC Neville, as he walked through the door. "Oooooh! I *like* that top, where *did* you get it? It really matches your nail varnish you know!"
Venombyte felt a swell of pride, but then regained control, and forced the camp thoughts out of his head.
"I have a task for you."
"Goody gumdrops!"
"Shut up. I have sent some people to retreive the necklace. When they have it, I want you to kill them. Then bring the necklace back to me."
SC Neville continued to act gay for a few minutes. Venom tried to stop himself from joining in, but couldn't. So they ended up singing YMCA.
"Halloooo!" Called SC Neville, as he walked through the door. "Oooooh! I *like* that top, where *did* you get it? It really matches your nail varnish you know!"
Venombyte felt a swell of pride, but then regained control, and forced the camp thoughts out of his head.
"I have a task for you."
"Goody gumdrops!"
"Shut up. I have sent some people to retreive the necklace. When they have it, I want you to kill them. Then bring the necklace back to me."
SC Neville continued to act gay for a few minutes. Venom tried to stop himself from joining in, but couldn't. So they ended up singing YMCA.
"You really want us to go? Now?" asked YH
"Yes." said VemonByte, his tight top suddenl very pink and noticeable.
"HAHAAHAHAHAH!" Sheepy fell off his chair laughing again.
"For God's Sake!" yelled VemonByte. "Get out of m castle. The new Ford Escort is outside. It has spring rolls in the trunk. JUST GO!"
They scurried out, Sheepy still half naked. He grinned sheepishly when er-no looked at him questioningly.
"It's...err....all my tops are in the wash."
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Ant looked through the darkening trees. Goatboy's bright yellow shellsuit was oddly visible, and camp at the same time. Ant clicked, and a faint ball of light appeared above his head, leading the way.
"Where did you get that?" cried Goatboy.
"Oh, I've been slowly teaching myself magic over the years."
"No, uou tart, those trousers. They really bring out your eyes."
"My eyes?Poof."
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YH revved up the Ford Escort.
"DAMN! It comes with built in hover-cary jobby."
"Could be useful." said Stryke, noting with pleasure that they had left some whiskey in his jacket.
My foot is it useful." muttered YH, pulling a spring roll from an unmentionable place.
"Sheepy's nakedness is worrying me." commented Er-no, who was sat next to Sheepy.
"You feeling urges to hold him?" asked YH
"No!"
"Oh...me neither." aid YH hurridely, and he concentrated on driving.
"So where are we going and how are we going to keep VemonByte involved in the plot?" asked Stryke.
"That will be solved by the next author." said YH, tapping his nose.
"Why are you tapping your nose?"
"It itches."
"Fair enough."
"Yes." said VemonByte, his tight top suddenl very pink and noticeable.
"HAHAAHAHAHAH!" Sheepy fell off his chair laughing again.
"For God's Sake!" yelled VemonByte. "Get out of m castle. The new Ford Escort is outside. It has spring rolls in the trunk. JUST GO!"
They scurried out, Sheepy still half naked. He grinned sheepishly when er-no looked at him questioningly.
"It's...err....all my tops are in the wash."
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Ant looked through the darkening trees. Goatboy's bright yellow shellsuit was oddly visible, and camp at the same time. Ant clicked, and a faint ball of light appeared above his head, leading the way.
"Where did you get that?" cried Goatboy.
"Oh, I've been slowly teaching myself magic over the years."
"No, uou tart, those trousers. They really bring out your eyes."
"My eyes?Poof."
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YH revved up the Ford Escort.
"DAMN! It comes with built in hover-cary jobby."
"Could be useful." said Stryke, noting with pleasure that they had left some whiskey in his jacket.
My foot is it useful." muttered YH, pulling a spring roll from an unmentionable place.
"Sheepy's nakedness is worrying me." commented Er-no, who was sat next to Sheepy.
"You feeling urges to hold him?" asked YH
"No!"
"Oh...me neither." aid YH hurridely, and he concentrated on driving.
"So where are we going and how are we going to keep VemonByte involved in the plot?" asked Stryke.
"That will be solved by the next author." said YH, tapping his nose.
"Why are you tapping your nose?"
"It itches."
"Fair enough."
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The next morning...
Stryke woke up, rubbed his sleep-filled eyes and then stared in shock at what (or should I say who) lay on the bed also.
YH was next to him, snoring, his hand on Stryke's knee. Sheepy meanwhile had his arm round YH, and he was lying face-up with his head between er-no's legs, who was sitting up against the bed, also fast asleep.
"AHHHHHH!!!"
Everyone shot up, and er-no smacked his head on the painting hanging ominously above him.
"Ouch," he said, which was really quite funny because in real life no one ever says "ouch."
"What...happened?" Stryke asked.
"I don't know...it was a long night," YH replied nervously.
The door flew open, and there stood Lord VenomByte wearing a tight pink top and a pair of boxers with hearts all over them.
"Ha! It looks like all of you are gayer than me! Amazing!" VenomByte cried, before realising his mistake.
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Everyone was gathered around in the main hall, all trying to convince themselves that they were not gay.
"We're not gay, are we?"
"No, no at all. You know, we had a lot of drinks and we all just feel asleep in the wrong...positions."
"That's right," Venom said very quickly, "like me, you know. I only wear these clothes because...Deenis makes me."
"Yes, of course. None of us are gay. None of us." Sheepy said, also very quickly.
They all breathed a sigh of relief.
"Right. Now that's sorted out, lets move onto the subject of this necklace? My magic really needs improving, so be quick. You know where to go."
"We do?" Stryke asked.
"Yes, you do," VenomByte said.
"Yes, we do, don't we?"
"Is it just me," er-no said, sanity seemingly reappearing for him, "or is this just completely mad? We have no food apart from a few spring rolls, no drink whatsoever, no other clothes, no nothing!"
"So what? We'll only eat spring rolls, we'll only drink our pi$S, and we'll stink. No different from normal!" YH reasoned.
er-no nodded, "Your right. Okay, lets go."
Stryke woke up, rubbed his sleep-filled eyes and then stared in shock at what (or should I say who) lay on the bed also.
YH was next to him, snoring, his hand on Stryke's knee. Sheepy meanwhile had his arm round YH, and he was lying face-up with his head between er-no's legs, who was sitting up against the bed, also fast asleep.
"AHHHHHH!!!"
Everyone shot up, and er-no smacked his head on the painting hanging ominously above him.
"Ouch," he said, which was really quite funny because in real life no one ever says "ouch."
"What...happened?" Stryke asked.
"I don't know...it was a long night," YH replied nervously.
The door flew open, and there stood Lord VenomByte wearing a tight pink top and a pair of boxers with hearts all over them.
"Ha! It looks like all of you are gayer than me! Amazing!" VenomByte cried, before realising his mistake.
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Everyone was gathered around in the main hall, all trying to convince themselves that they were not gay.
"We're not gay, are we?"
"No, no at all. You know, we had a lot of drinks and we all just feel asleep in the wrong...positions."
"That's right," Venom said very quickly, "like me, you know. I only wear these clothes because...Deenis makes me."
"Yes, of course. None of us are gay. None of us." Sheepy said, also very quickly.
They all breathed a sigh of relief.
"Right. Now that's sorted out, lets move onto the subject of this necklace? My magic really needs improving, so be quick. You know where to go."
"We do?" Stryke asked.
"Yes, you do," VenomByte said.
"Yes, we do, don't we?"
"Is it just me," er-no said, sanity seemingly reappearing for him, "or is this just completely mad? We have no food apart from a few spring rolls, no drink whatsoever, no other clothes, no nothing!"
"So what? We'll only eat spring rolls, we'll only drink our pi$S, and we'll stink. No different from normal!" YH reasoned.
er-no nodded, "Your right. Okay, lets go."
"Erm...er-no's gone somewhere. Thats it. There are no others. Go and find VemonByte if you want a laugh." answered Sheepy. "Now sod off and let me sleep in Stryke's bed." Sheepy reached up and felt behind the pillow. He pulled out a bra, and looked questioningly at Stryke.
"Right then!" said Stryke, and slapped his hands together. "Fried sheeps balls, I mean fried chicken balls! Avante!"
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"Are these sodding people coming or not?" asked the 1st troll.
"Dunno. Fancy a KFC?"
"Yeah."
"I'll be back soon."
The 2nd troll trudged off in the direction of the nearest KFC - Basingstoke.
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VenomByte took a deep breath. Deenis had come to mop up the mess that Sheepy had left on the floor, and VemonByte twirled slightly. He had gone for a macho leather jacket. With embroided flowers. Perhaps the flowers were a mistake.
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YH had a plate of spring rolls in front of him. He was almost drooling.
"Do you know if these things have nicotine in them? I might be addicted!"
Stryke shrugged. He was still fuming about the moment. Er-no walked in, looking scared.
"Ermlk-nowep!" mumbled YH, spraying Stryke with crumbs.
"Guys!" yelled er-no. "I think I saw VemonByte in a leather jacket and a kilt. Don't quote me on in though, I split and ran."
"Right then!" said Stryke, and slapped his hands together. "Fried sheeps balls, I mean fried chicken balls! Avante!"
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"Are these sodding people coming or not?" asked the 1st troll.
"Dunno. Fancy a KFC?"
"Yeah."
"I'll be back soon."
The 2nd troll trudged off in the direction of the nearest KFC - Basingstoke.
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VenomByte took a deep breath. Deenis had come to mop up the mess that Sheepy had left on the floor, and VemonByte twirled slightly. He had gone for a macho leather jacket. With embroided flowers. Perhaps the flowers were a mistake.
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YH had a plate of spring rolls in front of him. He was almost drooling.
"Do you know if these things have nicotine in them? I might be addicted!"
Stryke shrugged. He was still fuming about the moment. Er-no walked in, looking scared.
"Ermlk-nowep!" mumbled YH, spraying Stryke with crumbs.
"Guys!" yelled er-no. "I think I saw VemonByte in a leather jacket and a kilt. Don't quote me on in though, I split and ran."
"Y... Y... YH, its not what it looks like" shouted Stryke
"Damn Right its not" shouted Sheepy
" Your the only one for me mate.... S... Sheepy means nothing to me " Stryke winked at YH
"Hold on a minute here..."
Sheepy held up his hands
"Look I wet myself, Venom was trying on some frocks.. alright? Then when in my own room I wet myself again thinking about it... so I needed somewhere to kip... and ol' Stryke here set me up"
Sheepy slapped Stryke on the shoulder and closed his eyes and went back to sleep
Now YH was looking worried
"Heh heh, see what I..I..I did there mate, just improvsing the situation"
"Okay"
"Did you find a Chinese in here?" Stryke looked around the room...
"Yeah I was actually going to see if you wanted to go, I'm not tired. Unless of course... your busy here"
Sheepy's left eye sprung open and gave YH *a look*
"Yeah I'll go, I'm in the mood for some fried chicken balls"
Sheepy's left eye sprung open again....
"So where are the others?" asked Stryke
"Damn Right its not" shouted Sheepy
" Your the only one for me mate.... S... Sheepy means nothing to me " Stryke winked at YH
"Hold on a minute here..."
Sheepy held up his hands
"Look I wet myself, Venom was trying on some frocks.. alright? Then when in my own room I wet myself again thinking about it... so I needed somewhere to kip... and ol' Stryke here set me up"
Sheepy slapped Stryke on the shoulder and closed his eyes and went back to sleep
Now YH was looking worried
"Heh heh, see what I..I..I did there mate, just improvsing the situation"
"Okay"
"Did you find a Chinese in here?" Stryke looked around the room...
"Yeah I was actually going to see if you wanted to go, I'm not tired. Unless of course... your busy here"
Sheepy's left eye sprung open and gave YH *a look*
"Yeah I'll go, I'm in the mood for some fried chicken balls"
Sheepy's left eye sprung open again....
"So where are the others?" asked Stryke
YH stepped into his room, where Deenis said good-night and shut the creaky wooden door.
YH tried to look around, but just one thing cuaght his eye. A massive painting, right over his bed. It was the same on-the strange man, just sitting there.
YH came closer, and tried to wipe of the some of the dust that had gathered there over many years. He coughed, and then took a more detailed look. The man had short brown hair, which made him look strangely modern. However, his clothes were quite the opposite. A long black robe and bow tie the most noticeable, but his shoes and trousers also looked very old fashioned. There was nothing else to describe...he couldn't see anything special about the room he was in, or the chair he was seated on. Nothing.
YH suddenly felt very cold, and he decided he'd had enough of this room already. There was no way he was sleeping there tonight.
He slowly opened the door, winced as he did so, hoping that no one would hear him.
"Who's that?"
Someone did hear him. Fortunately though, it was Stryke. YH walked down the corridor towards his friend's room, and wasn't exactly surprised to see the same painting, hanging over Stryke's bed.
"Dammit, what the hell's this painting all about?" YH asked no one in particular.
"I'm wondering that myself," someone replied. Not Stryke.
YH looked over to where the voice came from, and saw Sheepy lying in the bed, half naked. YH looked from Sheepy to Stryke, to Sheepy again.
There was a 'moment.'
YH tried to look around, but just one thing cuaght his eye. A massive painting, right over his bed. It was the same on-the strange man, just sitting there.
YH came closer, and tried to wipe of the some of the dust that had gathered there over many years. He coughed, and then took a more detailed look. The man had short brown hair, which made him look strangely modern. However, his clothes were quite the opposite. A long black robe and bow tie the most noticeable, but his shoes and trousers also looked very old fashioned. There was nothing else to describe...he couldn't see anything special about the room he was in, or the chair he was seated on. Nothing.
YH suddenly felt very cold, and he decided he'd had enough of this room already. There was no way he was sleeping there tonight.
He slowly opened the door, winced as he did so, hoping that no one would hear him.
"Who's that?"
Someone did hear him. Fortunately though, it was Stryke. YH walked down the corridor towards his friend's room, and wasn't exactly surprised to see the same painting, hanging over Stryke's bed.
"Dammit, what the hell's this painting all about?" YH asked no one in particular.
"I'm wondering that myself," someone replied. Not Stryke.
YH looked over to where the voice came from, and saw Sheepy lying in the bed, half naked. YH looked from Sheepy to Stryke, to Sheepy again.
There was a 'moment.'
"Woah! Bit of deja vu mixed with author c***-up just then, mehtinks." Said YH, instinctively reaching for a spring roll.
"Like, yeah. Well done Sherlock." Said Sheepy, sarcasticly.
"Ok, so what happens now?"
"Well, we go to our rooms, which we find following our friend Deenis. Then, in the mroning, we go and look for necklace for Venomponce, for which YH gets a new-ish Ford Escort."
"Ok, so what do the rest of us get?"
"Us? I..., er... don't know."
"Well, I bloody well want something, for all my time and effort I'm about to completely fail to put in." Said Sheepy, who strode Majestically back to the door to Lord Venoms room, opened it without knocking.
"He didn't knock!"
He then fell over with laughter, and wet himself at what he saw.
"Like, yeah. Well done Sherlock." Said Sheepy, sarcasticly.
"Ok, so what happens now?"
"Well, we go to our rooms, which we find following our friend Deenis. Then, in the mroning, we go and look for necklace for Venomponce, for which YH gets a new-ish Ford Escort."
"Ok, so what do the rest of us get?"
"Us? I..., er... don't know."
"Well, I bloody well want something, for all my time and effort I'm about to completely fail to put in." Said Sheepy, who strode Majestically back to the door to Lord Venoms room, opened it without knocking.
"He didn't knock!"
He then fell over with laughter, and wet himself at what he saw.
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