Date:
4/6/2000
From: JorgeCis
As SpaceTime continued getting his sweet-lovin' from
Lolita, he was suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Zach, you idiot," hisses ST, "I'm busy!"
The knock continued.
"I'm in the middle of someone right now!" yells ST.
"Go away!"
The door then came crashing down. Holding a bottle of tequila,
Jorge stumbles in and cracks the bottle on SpaceTime's head.
In his drunken state, the Dec-10 boy looks at the fallen body.
"That must've sucked."
"No, I did..." says Lolita.
Jorge shakes his head. "Too much information..." he
mutters.
SpaceTime awakens hours later. He finds himself tied up to a
chair. He sees Jorge standing there. "What the hell is
this?" asks ST.
"Something you won't like," says Jorge. "How
are you feeling?"
"Aroused," says ST devilishly. "Actually, I like
being tied up to a chair."
Jorge shakes his head. "Well, you're in for something a
lot worse. Look ahead of you."
SpaceTime notices that he's sitting in front of a computer screen.
"What's this?" he asks. "Gee, I'm scared. Oh
boy! Couldn't you think of anything better?"
Jorge laughs. "Oh, it does get better. I hope you're still
drunk, because you're going to dream your worst nightmare."
And with that, Jorge types in link that, to SpaceTime, is a
fate worse than death.
www.mrbrown.net
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" yells ST as it starts to
boot.
Jorge
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