From: jpw@octel.com (Jason in the Hood)
Subject: Re: FOOD FIGHT!!!! (CC joins the fray!)
Keywords: DUCK..., incoming
Organization: Octel Communications Inc., Milpitas Ca.
Date: Tue, 8 Sep 1992 22:18:29 GMT

Paul T Taylor (The Professor) offers:
>Judi Lane whimperingly complains:
>>  (Geez, I _should_ be doin' my homework!  No discipline.
>>  Tsk, tsk.  What ever should I do about it?? 8^)
>
>Well, you got two choices.  1) you can cave in like all the *other*
>people who think that they will get thier homework done, and enjoy
>yourself, or 2) You can enroll in Rip's School of Discipline.  I
>can gaurantee you, that after you complete this course, you will know
>what discipline *really* is!!  Brewhahahaahahahaha!!!!!

Hmmm... wellllll.....  knowing the dryad's ideals, I would say number
2 would be the best for her.  Hey, if it costs a lot, don't worry
about it...  I'm sure we can take a collection for you, and get you
started!!  :}

Heheheheheheheeheheeheeeeeeheeeeeee... ha.....haha.....<sigh>

Sigh.  Well, in the mean time...

The Archer wanders by, heading for the fireside room.  Seeing
the mess all over the floor, (and barely retaining his balance
as he slips on something) he realizes something is missing.

  Looking up, he see's the Official Balloonist floating by...
"Ah ha!  Thought she could escape, eh?"  And with an evil
snicker, "<Evil Snicker!>" he pulls out a long, dark arrow,
that glistens slightly in the whorls of light reflected by
all the sticky ARC'ers.
  Dipping the arrow into the carmel goo on the floor, he takes
steady aim....  <twang>
   "HEY LIZYBETHY!!  OOOHHH LIIIZZZZZYBETTTHHHYYY!!"


Meanwhile, high above ARCland..

Drifting along, with only the occasional <WHOOOSHH> to
punctuate the quiet, 'Lizabethy (our heroine!) is daydreaming of
the last time she was floating along...

   Breaking the stillness of the air, she hears screams and
laughter riding with the wind;  looking down, she spots the
ARC kitchen area;  or, at least what USED to be it... there
are now mile long moats of what look like... no, couldn't
be... chocolate??  Her mouth waters, as she just wonders...
Oh my... where are my strawberries???  And just how do
I get them down into that???

   A voice calls; just a little louder than the rest, and
she relizes it's her name (well, sort of) that's being
called.  Glancing over, she spots a figure waving... no,
it's not waving, that's a cloak! OH NO!! THE ARCHER!!
Reaching back, she quickly tries to flood the balloon with
heat:

   To late.  ARChing up from the chaos below, the heavily
laden arrow carreens into the burner assembly of her balloon,
silencing it.  
   "Well," she thinks, could be worse.  And of course, she
is quickly justified. :)
   What starts as just an ooze (fast enough to ensure that
the burners stay unlit) turns into a flood.  A flood of
caramel and chocolate fills the basket;  the heavily laden
balloon begins it's decent.

   Nearing the ground, she sees at once that the prevailing
winds will cause her to miss the trench of chocolate; "What
a pitty..."

Meanwhile, on the ground...

   The ARCher smiles as he watches his arrow strike with
perfect aim...  Then, his smile gradually fades as he
realizes he used to big an arrow, and that the balloon is
falling to fast to land on the ground.  Her only hope would
appear to be the trench, but she'll miss it!

   Quickly pulling out his quiver, he searches through for
just the right one...
   "Ahh! Perfect!"  With a practiced movement, he once again
takes aim, but this time it is not the balloon he is aiming
at...  <TWANG><SLLIIITTHHHEERRRRRR>
    Away goes the arrow;  trailing behind it a long thread
of a pale, pasty looking material.  Looping over the balloon,
and then back down and around, it finally swoops down and burys
itself in the ground at the ARChers feet.  Quickly pulling it
free, he runs and wraps it around one of the trees surounding
the patio of the kithen...  "Will it be enough???" he wonders,
and begins to search through his quiver for something more,
all the while watching the balloon continue it's decent.

Meanwhile, above the ground...

  With a <SNAP><JERK><WHAM>  the balloon stays its forward
movement; and begins a direct decent, heading for the
edge of the trench.  After watching for a brief moment,
our heroine concludes she will now make the trench.
  "Well, a soft landing is better than a hard one!"
And so saying, she times her movements...  At the
last possible moment, she <CUTS> her balast free,
causing the balloon to <JUMP> and cancels most of
her downward plunge.
   With a sigh as gentle as a lover caresing her
feet, the balloon's basket touches down, and begins
to sink into the chocolate.   As it sinks, it slows
even more, till, about halfway up the basket, it
ceases.  The basket (filled with caramel and chocolate)
is now a large anchor for a briliantly colored balloon...


  The ARCher wanders over, and appolgizes to the
Lady, "I didn't realize it would be _quite_ so heavy.
Sorry about that!"

Jasonzied - anyonegotauseforafewhundredfeetofspagetti?

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