Paneldemonium, Part 3
by Zeke
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An incursion of Time Travel Week |
Kira: Okay, new plan. We all
Zeke: Kira? Marc: Yes? Zeke: Not you. Marc: Yes, me. I legally changed my name to Kira. Maybe NOW you'll pay attention to me. Zeke: That's disturbing for so many interesting reasons. Marc: If you don't believe me, here are the papers. Zeke: Oh, please. These can't be offi-- well, I'll be. IJD: I'm guessing he went to the court and had it changed during some temporal anomaly that made the whole time pass like an instant for us. Marc: That's ridiculous. By the way, I picked you up this copy of the Boston Globe. IJD: Hey, you heard me! Marc: So? IJD: So nobody has been able to hear me till now! Breakthrough! Marc: I'd celebrate, but it's just not me. Zeke: Marc, you've been bitter like this the whole time. When are you going to learn to embrace life in all its many-splendored glories? IJD: I can't believe who I just heard that from. Zeke: Hey, I can be optimistic sometimes. Life is a bowl of cherries. IJD: Wait for it.... Zeke: Sour cherries. IJD: Keep waiting.... Zeke: With pits made of dynamite. IJD: There. That's probably -- Zeke: Poisonous dynamite. IJD: Okay, now he's done. Marc: Four in ten seconds. He's improving. Zeke: I wish you guys would quit timing me. It's annoying. Marc: Many things we wish in this life will never come true. IJD: I wish people would stop mocking the cheap effects in TOS, and what does that get me? Zeke: Your own section. IJD: True. Marc: Hang on. Zeke, are you implying that you complain to accomplish some purpose? Zeke: I want to be Emperor. Then I'd have it all. Women, money, pie.... Kira: talk at once. ZEKE, IJD, & Marc: Huh? Kira: See, that way we could see if anybody was interrupted in mid-sentence, and we could spot temporal anomalies. Marc: Oh, come on. That would never work. Kira: Yeah, I know. Sorry. TO BE CONTINUED.... |
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