Take Turns Writing: "The Hippie and his Shotgun" by Succatash

They were interrupted by two men wearing long trenchcoats, who suddenly entered the store. The strange men pulled out guns and shot all of the dogs. One of them ordered, "Nobody move! This is a stick up!"

The old hippie made no move. His right eye twitched slightly.

The shopkeeper whimpered and shook. "Take my money, but please don't kill me!" he begged.

"Shut up!" yelled one of the robbers. His skin was very pale, and dark veins bulged beneath his eyelids.

A door suddenly opened behind the shopkeeper. A beautiful young woman entered, singing a happy song. She wore a butcher's smock, and it was stained with fresh blood.

"La la la," she sang, then she gazed in shock at the scene before her. "Father!" she cried, "What is happening!"

She ran towards the shopkeeper, but the pale-faced robber grabbed her roughly and shoved her down onto her knees.

"No!" cried the shopkeeper. He lunged wildy towards his daughter.

"BANG!"

Suddenly, blood spouted from the shopkeeper's chest. He crumpled to the floor with a surprised look on his face. The pale-faced robber blew on his smoking gun, and smiled.

"Daddy!" screamed the woman. She crawled frantically towards her dying father and clutched him to her chest crying hysterically. The color of her smock turned a deeper red.

The pale-faced robber smiled at his partner. Then his expression turned to shock as his partner's head suddenly exploded.

"Get away from the girl," the old hippie grunted. He cocked his shotgun. "Or I'll be forced to shoot again."

"You killed my partner!" sobbed the pale-faced robber. He suddenly grabbed the woman, and shoved her across the room. Spying an open window, the pale-faced robber jumped through it and escaped.

The hippie knelt and put his arms around the young woman. He said nothing, and she sobbed for hours.

Finally, she stopped crying and spoke, "You saved my life, but my father is dead, and now I have nothing. You must take me with you."

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Friday, March 12, 2004 9:25 PM

The Hippi nodded and threw the girl over his shoulder. He scooped up his dead dogs and left the store.

"So," the girl asked as she got into the bug, "What's you name?"

He grunted.

"Oh um, well. Nice car."

He grunted again.

"My names Ebonezer."

He raised an eyebrow.

"I was recently freed from the mind of a head in a jar."

He sratched his nose.

The rode in silence for the rest of the ride to the trailer. But there was no trailer. Instead there was a chared smudge on the ground.

"What are we going to do?" Ebonezer asked.

The Hippi gathered some climbing rope and an old weastern saddle, his only world possesions that he cared about. Well, besides his dogs, but they were dead. And the shotgun, that was cool, but it hadn't quite gotten any sentimental value yet.

They got back in the car and started driving north.

"Where are we going?" Ebo asked.

He spoke for the first time, "Into the sunset."

Ebo looked around, "But that sunset is that way, West."

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HA! i made me a charchter, and it's not stuck in someones head. HA!

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Friday, March 12, 2004 9:42 PM

DYAIRVATREE

Ebo looked around,"But the sunset is that way west."

The hippi scratched his chin, took the pre-rolled cigrarette out from behind his ear lit it and took a deep drag looked thoughtfull for a moment and said.

"Not the way were going."

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Saturday, March 13, 2004 7:39 AM

SOUTHERNMERC

Ebo nodded silently, somewhat wide-eyed and confused.

The terrain passed by the quickly, the old bus making small clouds of dust as it sped down the dusty highway. Evening painted the landscape a deep amber before Ebo spoke again.

"Just how far are we traveling today?" She indicated the darkening landscape with a thrust of her slight chin. "Getting dark out."

The Hippie glanced at her, taking her in for the first time. Short-cropped black hair, with a single thin pig-tail dangling from the base of her skull, called attention to her pale face. Her deep-set, fatigue shadowed eyes were a pale, ice blue color. Her nose, smeared as it was with the blood of animals and her father, was small and what could be described as "cute". The part that caught his attention the most, and firmly placed her in the beautiful category in his opinion, was her mouth. It wasn't pouty, big lipped, or full like the Hollywood people seemed to love. It was actually small and thin, possessing the interesting quality of pressing in on themselves when she bit into them in thought, like now, but not disappearing nor losing their ephemeral appeal. He couldn't place exactly what it was that made her mouth that attractive, but the Hippie didn't exactly care either. He accepted her beauty. And the fact that her eyes, still holding the remnants of burning tears, didn't lose their focus on the world. She wasn't lost in the surroundings, like many who drive in a car for long journeys, she was absorbing it and studying it.

His only response, since he still wasn't quite ready to speak with another person on their terms, was a simple grunt followed by the pulling of the switch for the headlamps.

The fading sun washed the interior of the bus the same hue as the outside world, hiding the rust, dirt, and the bloodstains that were now the defining qualities of the vehicles passenger compartment.

The sun set, as it was wont to do, and the road whisked underneath the headlamps, blurring as it approached and passed. The woman, with the odd sobriquet of Ebonezer, finally slipped into a fitful sleep, leaving the Hippie alone for a time.

The bus sped on into the clear, star-filled desert night.

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Saturday, March 13, 2004 3:47 PM

Ebonezer snapped awake as cold metal pressed agsint her arm. She realized that they were sitting in a parking lot outside a large bank. Then she realized that the cold metal pressing against her arm was the buisness end of the Hippi's shotgun.

"Are you going to kill me?" she asked wide eyed. The hippi shook his head and gestured with the shotgun at the bank.

"You going to kill the bank?"

He shook his head, "Gonna rob it."

Ebo's jaw dropped, "Rob it? Why?"

"Gun needs sentimental value."

"Couldn't it get sentimental value from shooting some cans or something?"

He shook his head "Nope. Besides, I'm hungry. This bank has a grocery store in side."

"Why would a bank have a grocery store?"

"Why would a grocery store have a bank?"

Ebo looked at him with confusion. He paid no attention.

"Your driving the getaway car," he said then saunterd into the bank.

Ebo started to protest but he was already inside.

She clammored over into the drivers seat and realized that indead of a key there was a knife stuck into the ignition. She turned it and the old VW roared to life. A few munutes later the Hippi came running out carrying a sack of money and a paper bag with some french bread sticking out the top. He jumped in and yelled, "Drive!"

Ebo reached to put the bus into drive and suddenly realized that it was a maunual transmission...This was not good.

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Monday, March 15, 2004 2:31 PM

"How do you use manual transmission?"

"Why don't you know?"

"Cars are automatic now."

"Jeez. Okay, just do what I say..." The Hippie coached her on how to use it until they were far enough away to switch seats. They kept driving. On the side of the road was a young woman, sitting on a suitcase. She was in fairly loose (But not revealing) clam-diggers (capris) and a loose shirt (Again, not revealing).

"Should we stop?" Ebo asked.

"Why?"

"Cause I said so."

"Fine." The car stopped. "Need a ride?" asked the Hippie.

"Oh. Thanks for stopping."

"Thank her." Ebo waved.

"Okay. Well, I'm Teela Brown, but you can call me Teela B."

"Welcome!" Ebonezer said. The Hippie grunted.

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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2+2 makes 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard

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Monday, March 15, 2004 4:25 PM

Teela threw the suitcase in the back and arranged herself on top of the old weastern saddle.

Ebo offered her hand, "Ebonezer, but that takes a while to type, er, say. So Ebo works, or Ebony, or M (don't ask)...or hey stupid! i get that a lot." Eb-m-stu grinned.

Teela shook her hand then asked, "Whats your name?" of the old hippie.

He grunted.

Ebony leaned in and whispered, "He's not big on talking. I've been with him a good 24 hours and he still hasn't told me his name."

"Oh, I see...so, what have you done so far today?" Teela asked trying to make conversation.

"I learned how to drive a stick shift!" Ebo thought a moment then added, "And crime. We did that too."

"Crime?"

Ebony nodded eagearly, "Yeah! We robbed a bank and a grocery store, all in one step."

"How, er, conveineant?" Teela wasn't sure how to react to this in polite conversation.

Ebo started digging around in the brown paper bag, "Want some food? We got, um," she scartched her head, "Thirty varities of cheeze? Didn't you get anything else?"

"Bread" the hippie said, gesturing at the stick of bread hanging out the bag, "and smoked anchovies in a light lemon sauce."

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Monday, March 15, 2004 4:38 PM

"Fondue, anyone?" Teela asked.

"Is there a stove?" Eb-m-stu asked.

"It's under the saddle."

"So, you can cook?"

"A little."

Teela cooked and cooked. "Fondue's on!"

Ebo tried the fondue. "This must be the best meal I've had!"

"Why thank you."

The car kept driving.

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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2+2 makes 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard

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Monday, March 15, 2004 4:49 PM

The hippie scratched his head, and worked his mouth, like he was going to say something. Ebony and Teela leaned forward in anticipation.

After a long while he finaly said, "Is fondue really a meal? I thought it was sugar or some such thing."

Ebo shrugged, "Beats me. I'm not entirely sure what it is my own self. It's good though!"

Teela looked around the old van, It seemed much bigger on the inside then it looked from the outside. She saw (besides the saddle, climbing rope, and stove) exactly three large duffle bags, a small phone, a map of florida, 8 broken sunglasses, a tent, an old army cot, another stove, three marbles, an emmey award, 4 rubber ducks, a first aid kit, a bag of gold coins and she lost count of the number of forks there were scatterd about.

Suddenly there was a large jolt and a bang followed by a fwapfwapfwapfwapfwapfwapfwap sound.

"Tires busted," the hippie said and pulled the car over to the side of the road.

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Monday, March 15, 2004 5:56 PM

The small group decided to set up camp by the side of the road. Teela gathered wood while Ebo went and bathed in the nearby river.

Ebo splashed playfully in the water. She ducked and swam like otter. But when she came up for air, she nearly bumped into the Hippie. He was swimming naked beside her.

Ebo shrieked, "God Damn!" But the hippie just grinned and dove under the water.

Meanwhile, Teela set up the gas grill and began to prepare supper. She muttered, "I hate gathering wood."

The strange song began once again:
http://www.strangefinger.com/song.mp3

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Monday, March 15, 2004 7:10 PM

RKLENSETH

The hippie's head shoots out of the water.

"Where in bloody hell is that music coming?" He yells.

Music stops...

Oh, and play Cantr II at www.cantr.net.

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Monday, March 15, 2004 7:34 PM

After her bath Ebo came and stood next to Teela by the camp fire. They looked out over the slightly rolling hills of grass.

Ebo sipped at some black granny coffee, "Do you think we should bring the cattle in?"

"What?"

Ebo shrugged, "It seemed like the apropriate thing to say, with that song and all..." she trailed off.

The Hippie cam back into camp, this time fully clothed. He sat down, leaning against his old saddle and poked at the fire.

They ate some really good smoked salmon from the store, but decided it didn;t really seem authentic so they burned it to a crisp, but then it didn't taste good so in the end they had some fried lizard that the Hippie had caught spread accoss cheeze.

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Tuesday, March 16, 2004 6:52 AM

GEEZER

Keep the Shiny side up

Dinner over, they took their plates down to the river and threw them in. They could steal some more tommorow.

The Hippie sat down and began to disassemble the shotgun. "Gonna clean it?" Teela asked, but got no reply.

Taking the barrel, the Hippie inserted a strange plug in the breech end. It had two holes, one holding a small brass pipebowl, and the other a surgical rubber hose. He filled the bowl with a dried green herb, and lit it with an ancient Zippo. Pinching the hose shut, he drew the strangely pungent smoke into the barrel, then released the hose and took a deep breath. Ebo, who had never seen anyone shotgun a shotgun, stared in amazement.

"Wanna toke?" said the Hippie in a high squeaky voice, holding the barrel out to the two women. "My own stash, best oregano in the state."

"Keep the Shiny side up"

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Tuesday, March 16, 2004 5:33 PM

"You're somking oregano?" Ebo and Teela said in unison.

"Yeah." the Hippie said in that squeaky voice.

"Okay..." Ebo said.

"It sounds wierd, so let me try." She took a puff and coughed. "Jeez, that's horrible!"

Ebo tried. "Doesn't seem that bad..."

"You're both psychotic!" Teela replied, then went and got some water.

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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2+2 makes 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard

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Tuesday, March 16, 2004 6:02 PM

After a while, the Hippie pulled out his guitar and began strumming. Teela began to sing, and Ebo banged two stones together. This went on for some time.

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Tuesday, March 16, 2004 6:11 PM

The Very Important Historian climed out of a large dufflebag.

"Hello. I am the Very Important Historian," He said.

Teela mumbled something about redundant.

"I come in when the story get's borring or has no place to go. Sometimes, i say funny things. Unfortunatly, my writer has the day off and the position has been temporarily taken over by somebody else. So don't expect any humor.

"At this point in the story our 'fearless' tro are camped out underthe stars because the tire has blown out..."

A firestone tire rolls through the campgroung and falls over.

"...they are smoking oregono."

Ebo mumbles something about lights and salmon dancing in the basketball.

"Thats about it," the VIP sighed.

"Hey look what I found," Teela said, bringing a flat basketball with a fish and some cristmas lights lying inside.

The VIP started climbing back into his bag. "You all missed a smashing good cricket game," he said before zipping himself up.

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Tuesday, March 16, 2004 7:53 PM

The Hippie stared in silence during the Historian's speech. He sighed and stood up. Pulling out a coin, the Hippie flipped it high into the air. The shiny copper landed on his chubby palm, head facing up.

The Hippie shrugged and pulled out his shotgun. He unzipped the duffel bag pulled out the Important Historian.

"Well...hello" stammered the Historian.

Teela screamed as she watched the Hippie shoot the Historian about 50 times.

When it was all over, Teela kept screaming.

"Aghhhhhhhh!"

The hippie calmy dragged the body of the Historian into the river.

From the shadows, Ebo vowed never to swim in the river ever again.

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Tuesday, March 16, 2004 7:55 PM

Ebo was also very depressed because the Hippie had just killed her favorite historian...

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Tuesday, March 16, 2004 7:57 PM

In a rage, Ebo ran at the old Hippie and began punching him. "You suck!" she yelled.

The Hippie looked confused and also very scared. He turned and ran away and disappeared.

Teela turned to Ebo and said, "Now what do we do?"

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Tuesday, March 16, 2004 11:23 PM

MANIACNUMBERONE

I have nothing to add to this story right now.

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Inara: Who's winning?
Simon: I can't really tell, they don't seem to be playing by any civilized rules that I know.
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Tuesday, March 16, 2004 11:45 PM

WREN

A mail van arrived. The mail man got out and said, "I'v got a letter here, for some bloke called Ebonezer."

Losing complete control Ebo screamed, "I am a girl dammit." Then she hurled herself at the mail man.

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Wednesday, March 17, 2004 12:00 AM

"I'm sorry," said the bemused mailman, "but I don't provide those kinds of services. More than my job's worth, you see."

"It's the uniform," announced a shadow by the clearing's edge, before flitting away into the night.

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Wednesday, March 17, 2004 3:23 AM

"No mail for me? Well, at least there's some routine to my life." Teela said.

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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2+2 makes 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard

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Wednesday, March 17, 2004 3:29 PM

Ebo shook the envalope.

Teela rolled her eyes, "Its too small for a time bomb, dear," she said.

Ebo tore open the envalope and a white powedery substance fell out.

Instantly a Haz-Mat team all decked out in those funny white moon suits sppeared and gathered the powder up, spreayed Teela and Ebo down with water, gave them a shot, incinerated the envalope, spreyed the letter inside down with water, handed the letter to Ebo and dissapeared into the night.

Ebo held the soggy paper limply in her hands. The writing was indecipherable from water damage but she was just able to make out the return address:

Succatash
69 Sunset St.
Nowhere Special, NV 95584

The hippie slowly emerged from the bushes, clutiching his shotgun.

Ebo pointed at the address, "I wanna go here," she announced.

"You wanna go see somebody who just sent you an unknown white powder?" Teela asked in confusion

Ebo nodded, then looked to the Hippie, who shrugged and said, "In the mornin, if i can fix that flat."

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Thursday, March 18, 2004 6:28 PM

In the morning, Teela rolled over and yawned, smiling. She was snug and warm. Her hands were between two pillows.

"Hey!" muttered Eboneezer. They both quickly woke up, startled and embarrassed.

The guilt quickly passed, as soon as they realized the Hippie and his truck were gone. They were all alone.

"We're all alone! The Hippie left us!" cried Teela.

"At least we have each other." said Ebo. She put her arm around Teela and gave her a squeeze. She continued, "We have our friendship, and our courage. Let's go find Succatash." She glanced at the address written on the weathered piece of paper.

They started to walk. They eventually passed a sign that said, "Next town, 5 Miles."

After a short while, the pair of dirty and dusty females walked into the small town. Teela spied a tavern and commented on her dry throat. Ebo obliged, and together they pushed through the swinging doors and entered the saloon.

Instantly, the piano music stopped and everyone in the bar turned and stared at the newcomers.

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Thursday, March 18, 2004 6:41 PM

They heard the sound of a plane, then a train, and an aoutomoble go by.

The bar remained silet. Suddenly a man dressed in black pushed past them into the bar and began shooting.

Ebo and Teela jumped behind the bar then feel asleep because ebo got tired to typing.

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Thursday, March 18, 2004 7:05 PM

But it was hopeless. The man in black shot everyone. Ebo was shot 42 times, but Teela somehow got by with a scratch.

After the man left, Teela sobbed and held Ebo in her arms.

Ebo whispered, "Leave me. I'll be alright."

Teela ran out of the bar, shrieking. Meanwhile, Ebo gasped a dying breath and slowly reached into her pocket. She pulled out a bottle of green liquid and began to drink.

Miraculously, Ebo's health was restored. The bullet holes closed, and her pale skin became normal and flush.

Her eyes seemed a bit distant, but Ebo climbed to her feet and walked out into the road. She was all better! It was a miracle, indeed.

Ebo stood wonderously in the road, glad to be alive. She felt so strong! She found Teela's footprints and began to follow her only friend. Ebo realized that Teela must think she was dead.

In haste, she began to run after Teela. I will find you, Teela!" Ebo cried.

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Friday, March 19, 2004 1:40 PM

Ebo made it about 30 feet before leaning over and gasping for breath. Running really wasn't her strong point. So she stole a car, and was very greatful that the Hippie had given her a lesson on how to drive a stick.

So she drove yelling, "Teela! Teela where are you?!" out the window.

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Friday, March 19, 2004 11:18 PM

MANIACNUMBERONE

That was when Ebo spotted the Hippie. The Hippie was down a very skinny alley, next to a dumpster... and he had Teela! But she wasn't struggling.

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Saturday, March 20, 2004 1:57 AM

WREN

Instead they seemed to be talking together. Ebo listened hard and made out part of what was being said.

"....you haven't told her yet?" asked Teela.

"Shes just a kid," responded the Hippie.

"Yeah, but she's your....." At that point Ebo's arm slipped and she pressed the car horn. The noise made Teela and the Hippie jump. They stare in a guilty fashion at Ebo.

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Saturday, March 20, 2004 4:56 PM

"I'm your cousin?" Ebo said after they had sat down on some left over peach crates. "And you didn't tell me because I was a kid? I'm a young woman! I can handle it!"

"But yet you're reacting way too much right now." the Hippie replied.

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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard

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Saturday, March 20, 2004 5:20 PM

"Sorry, you're not my cousin. It's a lot more complicated than that," the Hippie said gravely.

He reached behind his back and pulled out a photo album. He slowly handed it to Ebo. She gasped in surprise as she saw hundreds of photographs of herself. But she didn't remember being in a lot of these places. And in every picture she appeared to be the same age.

"These are not photos of you, Ebo." The Hippie said. These are pictures of all my other robots."

Ebo stared in horror and whispered, "I'm a robot?"

"Yes," answered the Hippie. He continued, "Your memory has been erased. You think you are Ebonezer, but you are actually my robot slave. Sorry to break it to you. It sucks, I know."

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Tuesday, March 23, 2004 4:24 AM

Robo-Ebo exploded (figurativly). "Why does it suck for you?! I'm the robot slave here! Not you!"

"Shh, my dear." Teela said. She thought to her self: That explains why she's still alive. "Ebo, honey, so far you really haven't obeyd him that much. There could be hope." Teela gave a half-smile.

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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard

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Tuesday, March 23, 2004 6:25 PM

Ebo gasped, "Thats why i have distant memories of a guy nammed Jeremy, and," She gasped again, "Teela! Thats why i feel like i know you from before!"

"Huh?" the hippie grunted, "I'm missing something here."

Teela siged, "Yes I think you are. But thats ok, somehow I get the idea that nobody understands her."

"Don't you understand her?"

Teela shook her head, "Not so much."

"Hey! I have an idea!" Ebo shouted, "We should go to the beach and have a snowball fight!" She started skipping off down the road.

"That," Teela said, standing up, "Don't even ask me to explain that."

Teela and the Hippie started trudging down the road after Ebo.

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Wednesday, March 24, 2004 6:02 AM

"Ebo, remind me again why a beach would have snow." Teela tol Ebo.

"You see, the beach sees the universe as a collection of ones and zeros." Ebo replied.

"Okay. Now remind me what ones and zeros have to do with the beach. And weren't we going to find Tash first?"

"Binary, Teela, binary."

"No offense, but I'm not a robot."

"Jeez."

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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard

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Wednesday, March 24, 2004 4:48 PM

Suddenly Ebo's foot caught on a crack in yhe road and she fell to the ground.

"Look a penny!" she shouted, picking it up, "and its so shinny." She held it out and arms lenght and started at honest Abe's head for a while, moving her head around to look at it from differnt angles, "Everywhere i go...his eyes follow me..."

The hippie snatched the penny away and threw it down the road, "Will you stop bei-"

He was inturepted by the incredible loud sound of the sky falling.

A few minutes later the three of them stood among bits and pices of sky and looked at where the sky used to be. They saw large letters written across the ex-sky, "Free fish tuesdays!"

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Wednesday, March 24, 2004 5:03 PM

"CUT!" the director yelled. "Everyone take five!"

The people on stage smiled and hugged and headed towards the water cooler.

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Wednesday, March 24, 2004 7:33 PM

Behind the Scenes:

"These roles get weirder and weirder. Wonder what'll happen next."

"Yeah. Will Yossarain show up?"

"Ah, he might. I'm not clairvoyant. But I'll try."

The director yells: "Five's up! Back on set!"

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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard

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Thursday, March 25, 2004 9:35 AM

*Back into acting*

A voice in Teela's head spoke up. "That Ebo kid is vaguely familiar..."

"I've never seen her before." Teela silently replied.

"Yes, but she is familiar, you must grant me that much."

"Yossarian, I don't have to grant you anything!" She said that out loud. "Oh. Oops..."

"Who the hell's Yossarian?" The Hippie grunted.

"Yeah. You're the sane one, aren't you?"

"Well, you see, Yossarian is a character from Catch-22. Yes."

*Blank stares*

"Okay, I'll explain..."

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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard

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Thursday, March 25, 2004 10:03 AM

WREN

"...and that is why I am the luckiest girl in the universe," finished Teela, a long and rather rambling while later.

Ebo continued to give Teela a blank stare. The Hippie was snoring loudly.

"Oh just forget it", said Teela, "can we please get back to tracking down Tash before things get even crazier."

They woke the Hippie up, flagged down a passing jumbo and a short time later landed at Nowhere Special airport.

At customs they saw an official approaching. Teela turned to ask the Hippie what they should do, but he had disappeared.

"Please follow me," said the official. He escorted them to a grey coloured room. It contained a table and three chairs. Turning Teela and Ebo saw that the official was now wearing blue latex gloves.

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Thursday, March 25, 2004 4:14 PM

Ebo pipes up: "Is anyone besides me find something unerving about blue gloves?"

"Yes...I wonder why..."

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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard

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Thursday, March 25, 2004 6:04 PM

They sat down at a table in corner near the door.

Finding nothing to talk about they amused themselves by looking at stains on the ceiling. Teela suddnly pushed his ear against the wall.

Ebo cocked an eyebrow at her.

"What can you hear?" Ebo.

"A raidio, its saying something about..." she paused and listend, "...Reavers?"

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Friday, March 26, 2004 5:59 AM

Ebo got a horrified look on her face.

"What's wrong? What are Reavers?"

"I-I guess I don't know. How odd, I'm terrified of them for some reason."

"Okay...wait, Reaver can be another name for Death. One who reaves souls. Hmm...odd..."

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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard

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Saturday, March 27, 2004 5:24 PM

"That must be why I appear terrified. Reaver of Souls, eh? Very...poetical...and informative...you know too much." Ebo half-wondered aloud.

"I hear that about everyday, Ebo."

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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2 plus 2 make 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard

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Saturday, March 27, 2004 5:53 PM

Suddenly, there was a scratching sound at the door. Teela clutched tightly to Ebo in fear.

The bolt slid free and the door opened. The Hippie peered into the room. He smiled and raised a finger to his lips.

"Sshhhh!" he said.

Teela stifled a giggle and Ebo gasped. Silently, the Hippie gestured for the girls to follow. The three of them began sneaking down the empty corrider towards freedom.

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Saturday, March 27, 2004 8:07 PM

Ebo nudged Teela, "I notice that were edging towards freedom."

Teela nodded.

"I din't realize we were caught."

Teela sighed, "Don't you pay attention to anything we do?"

"Hey!" Ebo suddenly realized, "Were edging towards freedom!"

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Saturday, March 27, 2004 8:25 PM

Suddenly a big man appeared and began shouting things.

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Sunday, March 28, 2004 3:56 AM