From: rip@sequent.com (Paul T Taylor)
Subject: Re: FOOD FIGHT - CONGA - PORTABLE HOLE
Organization: Sequent Computer Systems Inc.
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Date: Fri, 11 Sep 92 05:15:36 GMT

In article <1992Sep11.015359.18512@mnemosyne.cs.du.edu> swalter@nyx.cs.du.edu (DreamWeaver) writes:
>
>{Continued from a recent post to "Lisa Dominique: >>>ARCtopography"
>thread, where DreamWeaver was just about to join the fray...}
>
>::DreamWeaver turns from the door to the ARCafeteria to glance at what
>used to be RIP ... now a 5' wide, 8' tall pile of confectioner's ooze ...
>neatly topped with a sign saying "He Never Saw It Coming - Rest In Peace,
>RIP" nestled among the M&Ms and chocolate covered cherries.  Over the
>"shoulder" of the pile ... which was beginning to show some signs of
>internal life, DW could see the vacant chair of dear Lexi ... a compatriot
>and fellow FoodAlly whom he'd enjoyed many a post with in days past.
>
>But Lexi was gone ... left ARCland to travel 'cross the GreatOcean.
>DreamWeaver wondered if all was well with his friend ... and for a brief
>moment, almost lost himself in another dream ...

Snap out of it!  You got some serious damage to do here!

>... but the pile of carmalized goo before him shook again, as RIP
>attempted to regain his senses and freedom ... which brought the Dreamer
>back to ARCReality ... this wanton disrespect for "elder ARCers" by the
>younger members of the clan was unforgiveable ... and must be dealt with
>... _N_O_W_.

Yeah!  Go get 'em!

>-----
>
>{DW Note:  I've got to break character here for a second, folks and
>explain something.  I tried to enter the Great ARCFoodFight of February,
>but that's when my link started acting crazy and some incredibly long
>posts hit the bitbucket.  I'm going to try to bring that back now ... but
>I'm adlibbing like a son-of-a-gun ... which ain't normal.  I'm more like
>RIP:  I write first ... post later ... anyway :D}
>
>-----

Nope sorry.  Everything I write comes right off the top of my pointy
little head, (well *nearly* everything).  Half the time I don't know
*what* the heck is going to come out.  That tank thing started out to
be just a huge dump truck backing up and dumping a load of melted
chocolate into the cafe.  Change horse right in mid-stream I did!

>(Shadowette calls from the ARCafeteria):
>
>> "OK, everybody, put your Suction Cups on "BURST THE EARDRUM MODE".
>> Let's Party!!!  Dream, you come and lead, now."
>
>"Very well ... I'll _lead_."  DW says.

And you do such a good job too!

**tons deleted**

>DreamWeaver pulled a minature TaffyPullerSlingShot from his coat and fired
>it at Shadowette ... effectively wrapping her hands in taffy and sticking
>them to the wall.  A quick burst from the Thompson and one foot's
>SuctionCup gave way ... leaving her stuck to the wall by the taffy and her
>one remaining Cup ...
>
>... whereupon, he turned his attention to Rat.
>
>"And now, my dear rodent ... what was this about a nice hole you wanted?"
>
>-DreamWeaver
> "When you close your eyes ... do you dream about me?" - NightRanger


Wonder full post!  Now, if you can get me out of the mess I am in, I
think we need to huddle up and prepare ourselves for the next salvo!



rip
(rip@sequent.com   why don't you come up and see me sometime?)
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