Re: Survival - New and Improved Weaponry

From: HiramGonash <okfreddy_at_hotmail.com_at_hypermail.org>
Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 15:42:23 -0000

Nice try Keith. This is so obviously a forgery. But John would never
have three Swedish *FEMALE* masseuses at his beck-and-call. Now three
Moroccan *MALE* masseuses...

And who is the voice that does the actual handiwork? Who is John's
buttmonkey? (Not myself or Mike we're out engaging in the manly sport
of hunt).

And no mention of The Uniform?!? Or some linguistic reference to
Klingon or Romani?

Nope, this is not John's writing but a mockery, a pathetic attempt.
--D.O.


--- In OliveStarlightOrchestra_at_y..., "tschibasch" <tschibasch_at_y...>
wrote:
> --- In OliveStarlightOrchestra_at_y..., "HiramGonash" <okfreddy_at_h...>
> wrote:
> > > Plus, wouldn't you LOVE to be the designated machine-gunner, and
> get
> > to
> > > spray John's silly East Germany border-guard uniform with
red-dye
> > bullets?
> > > I know I would...
> >
> > I just wet my pants with that thought.
> >
> > Out in God's green...the smell of sage and rosemary.
> >
> > Silence. And then...
> >
> > The snap of a twig.
> >
> > And another.
> >
> > A branch breaks.
> >
> > The sound of a body falling into a bush, crawling out, tripping
> over a
> > log.
> >
> > Your finger tightens on the trigger. You slow your
> breath. "Squeeze,
> > don't pull."
> >
> > Who will it be? Who's your victim?
> >
> > The stumbling gets closer. Animals run for shelter at the
> increasing
> > noise.
> >
> > Who is making enough noise to raise the dead?
> >
> > And then you see him. Sgt. Schultz? No, it's John tromping around
> in
> > his East German Border guard uniform. 110 degrees and he's bundled
> > like a baby in a nappie.
> >
> > You do what is humane; what is required.
> >
> > With a yell you raise up from your ant-infested hiding place and
> spray
> > him with your genuine replica Uzi, coloring his uniform a solid
> > yellow.
> >
> > "Oh bother," he says looking at you quizzically. "Was I making a
> bit
> > too much noise? At least I'm dressed well."
> >
> > Life is good.
>
> This is ridiculous! This is NOT AT ALL what the game was like!
>
> Please read the following account. The scenario is as follows: There
> is a complex of underground tunnels at Nicholas Flats. We have
> carefully installed heat sensitive equipment all over the hills, so
> that we know where everyone is. In my air-conditioned station
> undergound, I watch people through infrared monitors, making careful
> calculations as to their next move...
>
> As I put the "Robusto" Cohiba down on the crystal ashtray, my arm
> briefly brushes against one of my many medals. Using the sattelite
> camera, I spot a bunch of bushes, behind which are Dean and Mike.
> They are arguing. I electronically intercept their argument:
> Basically, Mike has to take a leak, and told Dean to watch the fort.
> Dean, on the other hand, keeps asking Mike if he can watch Mike
while
> he's taking his leak. Mike insists that they cannot let their guard
> down, even for a moment, and that Dean should pay attention to other
> things. But Dean won't have any of it! Sounds like poor Mike just
> wants a little privacy!
>
> I listen to this banter go on for about three minutes, and then sip
> at my single malt scotch. I sigh.
>
> Finally, I push a small red button next to a speaker.
>
> "Yes, sir?" a voice barks back at me.
>
> I pause, looking at one of my golden medals, and then say "You see
> Dean and Mike... up on sector three."
>
> "Yes, sir, we see them there, sir!" the voice responds.
>
> I puff again at my cigar... "Wipe them out with the cobra assault
> canon."
>
> "Yes sir, at once, sir!" the voice barks back again, "over and
out!".
>
> I then lean back on my suede chair to let the three Swedish
massueses
> get a better grip on my back. I continue to watch the screen, until
> the picture goes blank. A direct hit!
>
> John
Received on 2002-07-30 08:42:27