Sunday 30 July 2000

Ennesby: I've decided to be angry at you for building me with no arms or legs.

Kevyn: You just summed the problem up perfectly. You decided. You are responsible for your own happiness in this life.

Kevyn: You can change your mood, you know. Try thinking happy thoughts, or better yet, sing a cheerful childrens' song

Sign: (Misc lab equipment and decidedly non-standard lab warning signs)

SFX: Music

Ennesby: If you're happy and you know it clap your hands... Its not working.

Schlock: Hey, you, flying robot-head.

Ennesby: The name's Ennesby. what do you want?

Schlock: I need you to give me a hand with something.

Ennesby: What could you need my help with? I mean, it looks like you already have a firm grip on ironic puns...

Schlock: There's something weird about the Creeth ambassador. I want to get a tissue sample from him.

Ennesby: And this affects me how?

Schlock: Kevyn tells me you have some kind of techno telekinesis. You could sneak a sample off of him and he wouldn't see you doing it.

Ennesby: That sounds anti-social.

Schlock: Decidedly so.

Ennesby: How big a piece do you need?

Schlock: How big a piece can you sneak away with?

Narrator: Four minutes later...

Ennesby: Here you go.

Sign: (blood covered archway) Watch your head

Schlock: Do you think he noticed?

Ennesby: I seriously doubt it.

Ch'vorthq: This is wierd. I used to be able to scratch myself while I carried my briefcase. Oh, well.