Like the rest of the Killing Time Alliance, sapphire, emerald and myself decided to take a bit of relaxation time following the epic confrontation with the Terrible Zodin I described earlier. For this reason, I set course for what was then called Sullivan Stadium in Foxborough, Massachusetts, 12 July, 1989. We did this because I was in the mood to see a performance by the Terran rock and roll musical group called The Who.
I will now give any and all Time Lords and Ladies reading the following caveat:
DO NOT EVER ATTEMPT TO MATERIALIZE A GALLIFREYAN TIME TRAVEL CAPSULE AT A ROCK AND ROLL SHOW. EVER!
Upon materialization, during the performance of a song entitled Pinball Wizard, my TARDIS chose to engage the chameleon circuit based on, not just the physical surroundings, but the overwhelming local mind set, and, therefore, materialized on the edge of the stage in the form of a rather large silver ball.
This would not have been an issue, as, it did, in fact, fit in well with the surroundings, however, those in the audience with front row seating witnessed the materialization and believed my TTC was, in fact, a part of the show.
A rather enthusiastic audience member grabbed my TARDIS and began to toss it around the crowd, thinking it was a pinball prop.
This carried on for approximately half an hour, all the while, sapphire, emerald and myself were tossed about the interior like rag-dolls, bouncing off walls, pillars, console controls and the like. The word "pain" would hardly do it justice. (looking back, I'm honestly surprised I didn't regenerate at least half a dozen times).
Eventually, clearly annoyed at being manhandled, my TARDIS dematerialized and headed for Bruce.
Upon arrival, we met a clearly annoyed Tristan and Skippy, a thoroughly irritated Rowan, a highly confused and agitated Lestor and Quantie, and a terrifying, yet smiling Sabrae.
After comparing notes, Tristan went about making repairs to his capsule, Lestor recruited Rowan in an attempt (which ultimately proved not just futile, but also hallucinatory) to make sense of Shirley, and Sabrae enjoyed some coffee and time with KJ, attempting to have a rational discourse with him and teaching him to use a hang-glider. That left sapphire, emerald and myself to attempt to repair/heal Rowan's rescued robotic life-form.
We brought it into my TARDIS' labs to try and get reading on it. This proved difficult, as it was, apparently, somewhat of a shape-shifter, as well as being artificial. After several attempts, I finally had it convinced there was nothing sexually perverse about the probes and scans I was attempting.
Much of its memory had been damaged, and it provided no information as to its purpose, history, point of origin or species/creators.
In fact, all it was able to provide us with was the knowledge that "Sea Monkeys" were nothing more than brine shrimp. This information, it seems, took over a century of research for it to conclude.
We managed to get the little robot to interface with the TARDIS, which, in turn, caused the TARDIS to synthesize and install/replace any missing or damaged components, eventually bringing it back to full functionality...
Minus the memory.
The tiny robot sprung from the table, whizzing about through the air in a form somewhat resembling the head of a six-eyed Smuth from Talgont V, except with dreadlocks, laughing and spinning about. It shot out the main doors of my capsule and flew about to each member of Killing Time before coming back to us, then looking at both sapphire and emerald, purring. Then it came to me.
"Hi, boss! I'm Bob!" It said in a mechanically cheery tone, "Happy to be here! Can I have some cheese?"
"Ummm... sure?" I said, producing a bit of Roquefort from my pocket, which Bob picked up with its...his dreadlocks, and proceeded to toy with. curiously.
"Great! Uhhh.... Now what the Belgium do I do with this?" Bob asked a bit perplexed.
Before we could answer him, the air was filled with the sound of a TARDIS materializing, though it was somewhat...different.
There really is not an accurate way to describe how this was different. Even Rowan was at a loss. About the best way I can explain it is that the materializing TARDIS sounded...REALLY happy.
"Ooooo..." Bob chimed in, "This is new!"
A few meters from our gathered location, a strange form materialized. It appeared to be a very surreal representation of a Terran submarine.
But it was yellow.
A hatch in the side opened and out walked a woman.
She was blonde, bespectacled and dressed in trousers, a shirt and a white vest and panama hat.
And she completely ignored all of us...
Except Lestor.
This strange woman walked straight up to Lestor, smiled and kissed him in a way I can best describe as an attempt to eat his face.
After the passage of a full five minutes, she stopped, looked him in the eye, and smiled.
"Hello, Angel. Miss me?" She asked.
Lestor, for his part, stammered briefly, then lost track of his mind for a moment.
Friday, August 31, 2012
Octopuss' Garden
Rowan and Nereid had an odd relationship.
Mind you, to any non-Gallifreyan, the idea of a "relationship" between a clearly sentient being and what appeared to be a mechanical mode of conveyance would, by its very nature, be odd. The fact is, however, as I've stated numerous times in the past, Gallifreyan TTC were, in point of fact, living entities. While most of the older models did posess minds and personalities, they required a psychic link in order to be understood even slightly. Very rarely was the communication between a Time Lord and his or her Capsule actually understood on an intellectual level. It was more akin to a Terran communicating with a pet, or a somewhat tempermental automobile. The extent of verbal communication was more often then not limited to such endearing statements as "LAND, you idiot!"
Rowan, however, was quite an accomplished psy-reader of TARDISes. As such, she was able to discern the thoughts, desires, concerns and, oddly, sexual fetishes of most TARDISes. This made Nereid somewhat bored. So, the mischievous TTC made a game out of things by learning how to lie, dissemble and, basically, trick her Time Lady.
The previous must be understood to appreciate how Rowan, newly regenerated into an unusual Mer form, was able to deal with existence on no fluidic worlds and within her capsule, as well.
Nereid surrounded Rowan with an impecptibly thin field of null-gravity, allowing her to "swim" through the air, as though in the ocean at all times. She also equipped Rowan with a portable chameleon circuit, worn almost imperceptably on a necklace, which allowed her to appear bi-pedal while swimming, giving her the appearance of walking. It should be noted the sheer impossiblility of both of the previously descibed functions were not lost on Nereid, who would, at times, all the impossibility to show through, causing Rowan to, at random times, appear fully in her mer form, while still swimming through the air, or, conversely, cause the null-gravity field to fail, either making Rowan trip, or encompass other things around her, making them float for no reason whatsoever.
It is at this point, in a typical tale, I would preface things with Meanwhile..., however, due to the time-travelling nature of the alliance, such a preface would be wildly inaccurate, as, in essence, it could be said of anything that has, is, or will be occurring, and most languages in the Whole Kind of General Mish-Mash lack the subtlties of Gallifreyan, and, hence, have no trans-temporal verb tenses. So, I fear, you, as a reader, must simply deal with that and understand that, while this following segment occurs many years previously, it also occurs at the same time as the last few entries.
I will now give you a moment to duct tape your heads back together.
...
Nereid materialized on the coast of Long Island sound in 1965. This was caused by the final transmission of a distress call from the floor of the Sound. When Rowan exited her TTC, she was, as she expected to be, appearing as a bi-pedal Time Lady, seeming to walk (though actually "swimming") and seeming somewhat nonchalant in her movements. As she approached the sound, of course, Nereid, in her typical manifestation of her somewhat interesting sense of humor, began to randomly fluctuate Rowan's null-gravity field.
This caused a ten minute, uninterrupted series of falls, trips, flips, crashes and various other displays of clumsiness, which also included (due to the fluctuations of the null-gravity) the incorporation of beach umbrellas, folding chairs, picnic baskets and a few Terran children, all being flung hither and yon, some merely falling in place, others being tossed severl hundred meters.
This was all observed by a young Terran man named Cornelius Chase, who found the entire display so amusing, it impacted his psyche for the rest of his life, though also so traumatic that he would never remember it accurately, and, thus, had no ability to recall its influence on his future life, includign the fact that he was nearly crushed by (and became named after) a flying, 1957 Chevy.
Once Rowan made it to the water, she was more in her element.
Swimming quickly to the bottom, she found a small, robotic life-form, severely damaged, but not beyond repair. She took the small droid with her as she, in her desire to avoice further spectacle, triggered her transmat remotely and teleorted back into Nereid, whom she attempted to scold, though the mischeivous capsule was laughing too much to pay mind.
The trio then set course back to present day Bruce.
Failing to notice a second TARDIS trailing them.
Mind you, to any non-Gallifreyan, the idea of a "relationship" between a clearly sentient being and what appeared to be a mechanical mode of conveyance would, by its very nature, be odd. The fact is, however, as I've stated numerous times in the past, Gallifreyan TTC were, in point of fact, living entities. While most of the older models did posess minds and personalities, they required a psychic link in order to be understood even slightly. Very rarely was the communication between a Time Lord and his or her Capsule actually understood on an intellectual level. It was more akin to a Terran communicating with a pet, or a somewhat tempermental automobile. The extent of verbal communication was more often then not limited to such endearing statements as "LAND, you idiot!"
Rowan, however, was quite an accomplished psy-reader of TARDISes. As such, she was able to discern the thoughts, desires, concerns and, oddly, sexual fetishes of most TARDISes. This made Nereid somewhat bored. So, the mischievous TTC made a game out of things by learning how to lie, dissemble and, basically, trick her Time Lady.
The previous must be understood to appreciate how Rowan, newly regenerated into an unusual Mer form, was able to deal with existence on no fluidic worlds and within her capsule, as well.
Nereid surrounded Rowan with an impecptibly thin field of null-gravity, allowing her to "swim" through the air, as though in the ocean at all times. She also equipped Rowan with a portable chameleon circuit, worn almost imperceptably on a necklace, which allowed her to appear bi-pedal while swimming, giving her the appearance of walking. It should be noted the sheer impossiblility of both of the previously descibed functions were not lost on Nereid, who would, at times, all the impossibility to show through, causing Rowan to, at random times, appear fully in her mer form, while still swimming through the air, or, conversely, cause the null-gravity field to fail, either making Rowan trip, or encompass other things around her, making them float for no reason whatsoever.
It is at this point, in a typical tale, I would preface things with Meanwhile..., however, due to the time-travelling nature of the alliance, such a preface would be wildly inaccurate, as, in essence, it could be said of anything that has, is, or will be occurring, and most languages in the Whole Kind of General Mish-Mash lack the subtlties of Gallifreyan, and, hence, have no trans-temporal verb tenses. So, I fear, you, as a reader, must simply deal with that and understand that, while this following segment occurs many years previously, it also occurs at the same time as the last few entries.
I will now give you a moment to duct tape your heads back together.
...
Nereid materialized on the coast of Long Island sound in 1965. This was caused by the final transmission of a distress call from the floor of the Sound. When Rowan exited her TTC, she was, as she expected to be, appearing as a bi-pedal Time Lady, seeming to walk (though actually "swimming") and seeming somewhat nonchalant in her movements. As she approached the sound, of course, Nereid, in her typical manifestation of her somewhat interesting sense of humor, began to randomly fluctuate Rowan's null-gravity field.
This caused a ten minute, uninterrupted series of falls, trips, flips, crashes and various other displays of clumsiness, which also included (due to the fluctuations of the null-gravity) the incorporation of beach umbrellas, folding chairs, picnic baskets and a few Terran children, all being flung hither and yon, some merely falling in place, others being tossed severl hundred meters.
This was all observed by a young Terran man named Cornelius Chase, who found the entire display so amusing, it impacted his psyche for the rest of his life, though also so traumatic that he would never remember it accurately, and, thus, had no ability to recall its influence on his future life, includign the fact that he was nearly crushed by (and became named after) a flying, 1957 Chevy.
Once Rowan made it to the water, she was more in her element.
Swimming quickly to the bottom, she found a small, robotic life-form, severely damaged, but not beyond repair. She took the small droid with her as she, in her desire to avoice further spectacle, triggered her transmat remotely and teleorted back into Nereid, whom she attempted to scold, though the mischeivous capsule was laughing too much to pay mind.
The trio then set course back to present day Bruce.
Failing to notice a second TARDIS trailing them.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
By Rassilon, We're Going to Get Sued Again For This
Sabrae requires coffee.
This is one of the Seven Great Laws of the Whole Kind of General Mish-Mash. It is, in fact, Great Law Number 3.
For reference, I will provide the other six Great Laws.
1. In a rational cosmos, should life ever come into being, it will exist harmoniously with all other life within said cosmos.
2. There can be no such thing as a rational cosmos.
4. Warm string cheese is somewhat on the kinky side.
5. Where ever possible, the Whole Kind of General Mish-Mash will break into a spontaneous dance number, them wipe the existence of said dance number from history.
6. Waffles, being the ultimate food stuff of enlightenment, must never be worn as clothing.
7. Any sentient life form who attempts to explain the Seven Great Laws of the Whole Kind of General Mish-Mash has lost their mind and is likely actually spouting random nonsense.
Because it is a Great Truth, it should be noted that, regardless of any mission at had for the Killing Time Alliance, Sabrae will usually take it upon herself to seek out hot, caffeinated goodness where and whenever possible. This normally does not pose a problem, as Sabrae's Time Travel Capsule is so in tune with her needs, it generally anticipates them and takes her where she needs to go.
A theory has been made about this which states that Sabrae's TARDIS is, in point of fact, not ACTUALLY a TARDIS, in the strictest sense, but is, more accurately, simply a life form which had, at some point, attempted to deny her coffee.
There is, however, another theory which states the previous one is a load of Belgium.
Regardless of the theory to which one adheres, the fact remains that Sabrae requires coffee.
So, while we were all going our seperate ways after the previously describe battle with the Terrible Zodin, Sabrae, rather than returning to Bruce, decided to seek out her required beverage.
My sister, as I have explained before, has a rather strong telepathic abililty, and this does include her link with her TTC. It is for that reason, her TTC realized the urgency of Sabrae's need and sought out the closest source of caffeine.
Unfortunately, that source was, in fact, not within SL space.
It was actually in an alternate dimension which has been previously described elsewhere as The Land of Fiction.
Sabrae's TARDIS materialized in some kind of tropical area and a quick perusal of her scanners indicated a large number of life forms in the area, though most appeared primative. She did detect a high concentration of raw coffee beans, however, which was good enough for her.
Upon exiting, she had noticed that most of the local fauna had scattered, and that was fine. As she began to explore, however, something unexpected landed on her shoulder.
It was what appeared to be a ring-tailed lemur from Earth, though it was, curiously enough, wearing some kind of elaborate hat. The lemur looked her straight in the eye and didn't show any signs of fear. In fact, it had a rather friendly and jolly smile upon its face.
IMPORTANT NOTE: For the duration, this lemur's name will be abbreviated, as, having already gone through a lawsuit, I have no desire at this time to face one again brought on by the owners of the Madagascar franchise.
"Hello, giant person of the human person-type!" The lemur said happily to Sab, "Nice of the meeting you! I am KJ, and this is my kingdom, you know!"
Sabrae, I'm told, did something I've never seen her do before....
She smiled without looking like she was going to eat the person her smile was directed at.
"Hello, KJ. I'm Sabrae. I'm a Time Lady from Gallifrey."
"Lady? I am de KING! I have a crown here on my head place, see?" KJ said, indicating his hat. "Isn't it shiny and crowny-like?"
"Yes, very nice. I need to get some coffee."
"AH! The magic going fast bean! I will take you!"
With that, KJ jumped off Sabrae's shoulder and ran ahead, leading Sabrae to the coffee beans, where she took...well... ALL of them.
As she turned around to head back to her TARDIS, KJ leaped from the tree he was in and landed on her shoulder again.
"Where are you going, tall Lady of the ticking time things?"
"I have to get back to my TARDIS now. I have to go home."
"Oh! I will go with you to this...TUTU and I will go and they will love me and I will be the King of Golf-for-free!"
To this day, I have not been able to determine WHY Sabrae didn't bother arguing with the strange little fictional creature, but she didn't.
And so, she had taken on her first companion.
This is one of the Seven Great Laws of the Whole Kind of General Mish-Mash. It is, in fact, Great Law Number 3.
For reference, I will provide the other six Great Laws.
1. In a rational cosmos, should life ever come into being, it will exist harmoniously with all other life within said cosmos.
2. There can be no such thing as a rational cosmos.
4. Warm string cheese is somewhat on the kinky side.
5. Where ever possible, the Whole Kind of General Mish-Mash will break into a spontaneous dance number, them wipe the existence of said dance number from history.
6. Waffles, being the ultimate food stuff of enlightenment, must never be worn as clothing.
7. Any sentient life form who attempts to explain the Seven Great Laws of the Whole Kind of General Mish-Mash has lost their mind and is likely actually spouting random nonsense.
Because it is a Great Truth, it should be noted that, regardless of any mission at had for the Killing Time Alliance, Sabrae will usually take it upon herself to seek out hot, caffeinated goodness where and whenever possible. This normally does not pose a problem, as Sabrae's Time Travel Capsule is so in tune with her needs, it generally anticipates them and takes her where she needs to go.
A theory has been made about this which states that Sabrae's TARDIS is, in point of fact, not ACTUALLY a TARDIS, in the strictest sense, but is, more accurately, simply a life form which had, at some point, attempted to deny her coffee.
There is, however, another theory which states the previous one is a load of Belgium.
Regardless of the theory to which one adheres, the fact remains that Sabrae requires coffee.
So, while we were all going our seperate ways after the previously describe battle with the Terrible Zodin, Sabrae, rather than returning to Bruce, decided to seek out her required beverage.
My sister, as I have explained before, has a rather strong telepathic abililty, and this does include her link with her TTC. It is for that reason, her TTC realized the urgency of Sabrae's need and sought out the closest source of caffeine.
Unfortunately, that source was, in fact, not within SL space.
It was actually in an alternate dimension which has been previously described elsewhere as The Land of Fiction.
Sabrae's TARDIS materialized in some kind of tropical area and a quick perusal of her scanners indicated a large number of life forms in the area, though most appeared primative. She did detect a high concentration of raw coffee beans, however, which was good enough for her.
Upon exiting, she had noticed that most of the local fauna had scattered, and that was fine. As she began to explore, however, something unexpected landed on her shoulder.
It was what appeared to be a ring-tailed lemur from Earth, though it was, curiously enough, wearing some kind of elaborate hat. The lemur looked her straight in the eye and didn't show any signs of fear. In fact, it had a rather friendly and jolly smile upon its face.
IMPORTANT NOTE: For the duration, this lemur's name will be abbreviated, as, having already gone through a lawsuit, I have no desire at this time to face one again brought on by the owners of the Madagascar franchise.
"Hello, giant person of the human person-type!" The lemur said happily to Sab, "Nice of the meeting you! I am KJ, and this is my kingdom, you know!"
Sabrae, I'm told, did something I've never seen her do before....
She smiled without looking like she was going to eat the person her smile was directed at.
"Hello, KJ. I'm Sabrae. I'm a Time Lady from Gallifrey."
"Lady? I am de KING! I have a crown here on my head place, see?" KJ said, indicating his hat. "Isn't it shiny and crowny-like?"
"Yes, very nice. I need to get some coffee."
"AH! The magic going fast bean! I will take you!"
With that, KJ jumped off Sabrae's shoulder and ran ahead, leading Sabrae to the coffee beans, where she took...well... ALL of them.
As she turned around to head back to her TARDIS, KJ leaped from the tree he was in and landed on her shoulder again.
"Where are you going, tall Lady of the ticking time things?"
"I have to get back to my TARDIS now. I have to go home."
"Oh! I will go with you to this...TUTU and I will go and they will love me and I will be the King of Golf-for-free!"
To this day, I have not been able to determine WHY Sabrae didn't bother arguing with the strange little fictional creature, but she didn't.
And so, she had taken on her first companion.
Friday, August 17, 2012
A Life In The Day
While Tristan and Skippy were fleeing their polyvinyl foes, Lestor and Susan (pronounced KAN-dee) had just purchased a new Time Travel Capsule. She was a rare and expensive Type 110.
For those of you unfamiliar with the Type 110 Gallifreyan TTC, there are a few features you should be made aware of...
First, as of the Type 106, TARDISes had become not just artificially intelligent, but actually FULLY SENTIENT, which allowed them to pilot themselves, communicate with their Time Lord pilots with ease, make snap decisions on their own, and, in many cases, run up tremendously large sub-etha bills communicating vast distances in time and space with other TARDISes, gossiping about their Time Lord pilots.
That said, the new Type 110 took that concept a quantum super-leap forward, granting the TTC not just full sentience, but a complete personailty, allowing the TARDIS to become a complete companion...
At least, this was the intended design.
In point of fact, the Type 110 had a personailty flaw in its psychic interface causing it to, once telepathically bonded to its Time Lord pilot, pull its personailty from the memories of said Time Lord, generally transfixing on and modling herself after the most pronounced figure from the Time Lord's memory.
Also, all Type 110s were female.
Anxious to try out his new TT Capsule, Lestor rushed teh telepathic interface, then attempted to manually set the trans-temporal coodinates to return to Bruce. This attempt was met with a rather frantic cry.
"Don't touch me there!" the voice a young girl issued from somewhere in the console. In shock, Quahndih, who was ducked under the console, performing some...routine maintenance...was greatly startled, jumping up, hitting her head and causing Lestor to howl a bit in pain.
After the situation calmed down, Lestor tried again to set the coordinates.
"I said 'No!' MOMMYY!!!!! Mr. Magic Space-man is doing it wrong!"
The utterance of that name caused both of Lestor's hearts to stop momentarily.
"Irwin?" He said, VERY hesitantly.
"No, Mr. Magic Space-man!" The voice repeated, giggling.
Suddenly, a beam of light shot from a control on the console and the hologrammatic image of a 12 year old Terran girl coaleced.
"I'm Shirley!" the ghost-like girl said cheerily. "I'm your TARDIS, Mr. Magic Space-man!"
Kaundee began to laugh, perhaps having finally snapped and danced merrily into the real of the mind I like to call "Not as sane as a rabid badger".
It is also at this time that the interior of...Shirley...reconfigured herself to resemble a planet-sized amusement park, meaning that, in order to get ANYWHERE inside, one had to purchase a ticket, fight crowds of irate hologrammatic tourists, and, more often then not, wait in queue to get on the amusement ride which took you where you wanted to go, only to find it out of service once one got to the head of the queue.
Twenty-six relative years of non-time later, Lestor finally convinced Shirley to materialize.
She did so on a dwarf-size planet on the far side of Kasterborous. He disembarked to try to get his trans-temporal bearings and to determine how to best convince Shirley to return to Bruce.
Finally, after a few moments, he regained his mental footing, so to speak, and re-entered Shirley (NOTE: The previous statement is meant to be taken innocently, as this is a family friendly story)
"Shirley, you want to see a mermaid?"
And with that, Shirley dematerialized and brought Lestor and Ckannnnndie to Bruce.
None of them noticed the Panama-hat wearing penguin who had snuck aboard and was now watching them from the shadows...
For those of you unfamiliar with the Type 110 Gallifreyan TTC, there are a few features you should be made aware of...
First, as of the Type 106, TARDISes had become not just artificially intelligent, but actually FULLY SENTIENT, which allowed them to pilot themselves, communicate with their Time Lord pilots with ease, make snap decisions on their own, and, in many cases, run up tremendously large sub-etha bills communicating vast distances in time and space with other TARDISes, gossiping about their Time Lord pilots.
That said, the new Type 110 took that concept a quantum super-leap forward, granting the TTC not just full sentience, but a complete personailty, allowing the TARDIS to become a complete companion...
At least, this was the intended design.
In point of fact, the Type 110 had a personailty flaw in its psychic interface causing it to, once telepathically bonded to its Time Lord pilot, pull its personailty from the memories of said Time Lord, generally transfixing on and modling herself after the most pronounced figure from the Time Lord's memory.
Also, all Type 110s were female.
Anxious to try out his new TT Capsule, Lestor rushed teh telepathic interface, then attempted to manually set the trans-temporal coodinates to return to Bruce. This attempt was met with a rather frantic cry.
"Don't touch me there!" the voice a young girl issued from somewhere in the console. In shock, Quahndih, who was ducked under the console, performing some...routine maintenance...was greatly startled, jumping up, hitting her head and causing Lestor to howl a bit in pain.
After the situation calmed down, Lestor tried again to set the coordinates.
"I said 'No!' MOMMYY!!!!! Mr. Magic Space-man is doing it wrong!"
The utterance of that name caused both of Lestor's hearts to stop momentarily.
"Irwin?" He said, VERY hesitantly.
"No, Mr. Magic Space-man!" The voice repeated, giggling.
Suddenly, a beam of light shot from a control on the console and the hologrammatic image of a 12 year old Terran girl coaleced.
"I'm Shirley!" the ghost-like girl said cheerily. "I'm your TARDIS, Mr. Magic Space-man!"
Kaundee began to laugh, perhaps having finally snapped and danced merrily into the real of the mind I like to call "Not as sane as a rabid badger".
It is also at this time that the interior of...Shirley...reconfigured herself to resemble a planet-sized amusement park, meaning that, in order to get ANYWHERE inside, one had to purchase a ticket, fight crowds of irate hologrammatic tourists, and, more often then not, wait in queue to get on the amusement ride which took you where you wanted to go, only to find it out of service once one got to the head of the queue.
Twenty-six relative years of non-time later, Lestor finally convinced Shirley to materialize.
She did so on a dwarf-size planet on the far side of Kasterborous. He disembarked to try to get his trans-temporal bearings and to determine how to best convince Shirley to return to Bruce.
Finally, after a few moments, he regained his mental footing, so to speak, and re-entered Shirley (NOTE: The previous statement is meant to be taken innocently, as this is a family friendly story)
"Shirley, you want to see a mermaid?"
And with that, Shirley dematerialized and brought Lestor and Ckannnnndie to Bruce.
None of them noticed the Panama-hat wearing penguin who had snuck aboard and was now watching them from the shadows...
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