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Vlad!
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« on: November 05, 2003, 10:14:27 AM » |
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If you don’t have freedom as a principle, you can never see a reason not to make an exception. There are constantly going to be times when for one reason or another there’s some practical convenience in making an exception.
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« Reply #1 on: November 07, 2003, 04:44:17 PM » |
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"Bwahahahah," boomed a powerful voice from behind him.
Ebert turned to find not his nemesis Dr. Siskel, but his wife, Penelope.
"You forgot your lunch, dear," she said, waving a paper sack at his face.
Ebert was confused for a moment. "What? Oh, yes. Thank you, Penny, but...that wasn't you laughing, was it?"
Penelope stared at him. "Laughing?" she asked, "I didn't hear any laughing." She put her palm on his forehead. "I think you have a fever," she said worriedly, "You need to go to bed."
As Penelope was dragging the reluctant Ebert from his laboratory and sticking a thermometer in his mouth, a dark figure was creeping into the time machine...
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\"I saved Latin. What did you ever do?\"
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Vlad!
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« Reply #2 on: November 09, 2003, 12:04:18 PM » |
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...clearly intent on mischef. And indeed he was, for he was a henchman of Dr. Siskel, Ebert's longtime rival. He was feared by all as the one who did Siskel's dirty work, and he especially hated Ebert, for Ebert knew his real name--Reginald. He hated being called Reginald. As the stealthy stooge clambered into the machine, Ebert rushed back into the room, finally having freed himself from his wife's well-meaning ministrations. His eyes widened, and he said...
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If you don’t have freedom as a principle, you can never see a reason not to make an exception. There are constantly going to be times when for one reason or another there’s some practical convenience in making an exception.
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« Reply #3 on: November 10, 2003, 08:51:26 PM » |
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"Reginald?! What the heck do you think you're doing? How did you get in here?"
"Haven't I told you not to call me that?" Reginald snarled. Then he...
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« Reply #4 on: November 11, 2003, 02:24:56 PM » |
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then he... replied, "Don't take another step toward me, Ebert! Not another step!"
Ebert remained cool. "What are you, scared?" he scoffed, as he walked forward a few paces.
"Not another step!" Reginald cried wildly.
"Why? What are you gonna do to me?" Ebert asked as he continued to walk forward.
"I'll...I'll...I'll turn you into a flea, and then I'll put that flea in a box, and then I'll put that box inside another box, and then I'll mail it to myself, and then when it arrives, bwahahah, I'll smash it with a hammer!" Reginald screamed, turning red in the face.
There was an awkward silence. A very awkward silence.
"What?" asked Ebert, still slowly walking toward him.
"I warned you!" Reginald screamed, and from his pocket he retrieved a small vial...
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« Last Edit: November 11, 2003, 03:02:53 PM by Vlad! »
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« Reply #5 on: November 11, 2003, 04:10:08 PM » |
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of a strange red-coloured liquid.
"I've already used your time machine!" he screamed in the sort of deranged but honest voice that makes even the most stalwart man tremble in fear. "I came back before you could do anything, and this is a vial of nanorobots that can turn anything in the world into a flea!"
Ebert stared at the glass tube, his blood running cold. He knew he had to do something--anything--to stop the nanobots from replicating and destroying the world. So he quickly reached down...
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