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[opening]
[SoL. It is under-lit; Mike has yet to change the lightbulbs. Crow & Servo
are doing what they do best -- arguing]
Crow: It's ridiculous, I'm telling you!
Servo: C'mon. It's the best system they've got.
Crow: You have GOT to be KIDDING ME! At least in Formula One, winning scores
a lot more points than second. NASCAR's system has such a small difference,
you don't even have to win races to win the championship. They don't call it
"winning" the championship for nothing!
Servo: Still, consistency does count for something, doesn't it?
Crow: Winning isn't everything, but losing isn't anything-- you should know!
Servo: Listen, pinbeak, I've had about enough of your lip--
Crow: I'm a robot-- I don't have lips!
Servo: D'oh! That does it! Come here! [lunges at Crow]
[Mike pops up from behind the counter, interposing himself between Servo &
Crow and taking them one in each hand]
Mike: Black flag, guys. [light flashes] We'll be right back.
[annoying commercial for phone plan which is useful only if your relatives
are motormouths who live in Australia, followed by Mentos commercial using
old stock footage of Hitler's late-night rallies during the late 1930s]
[SoL. Mike is still between the Bots, but is not holding them]
Crow: So, Mike, what's your view on NASCAR's point system. You think it
should emphasize winning or consistency?
Mike: Well, at the risk of sounding like I'm waffling, I figure it should
give a clear edge to someone who wins a lot. However, if he's a win-or-
break type, he should end up about midpack.
Crow: What about point-grabbers?
Mike: Terminate with extreme prejudice. [light flashes] Great. Benny Parsons
and Ned Jarrett are calling.
Crow: [Harry Gant voice] Aw hell, here we go again!
[Deep 13. The place has been decorated -- nay, festooned -- with paraphren-
alia relating to "Goodwrench", the number 3, and some guy named "Earnhardt".
Dr. F looks like a cat who has sucked down a truckload of canaries]
Dr. F: Ah, Michael Waltrip, so good of you to be here. We're just celebrat-
ing the greatest triumph of evil since Barney hit the airwaves! Dale Earn-
hardt, a driver with a "competitors wrecked" record that makes Baron Von
Richthofen look like a four-year-old at a carnival target shoot, has won
his seventh championship, equaling that smiling source of goodwill, The
King, Richard Petty!
[Frank dances into view. His black suit has a variety of stickers applied
to it, such that it resembles a certain NASCAR Lumina]
Frank: Proof that in this world, the bad guys *can* win! [He & Dr. F trade
five]
[SoL. The place is overhung with STP logos, number 43's, and a large portrait
of Richard Petty located on the door. Mike, Crow, Servo, and Gypsy are all
wearing large cowboy hats with feather cockades on the front and sunglasses.
Gypsy has a '43' on either side of her head]
Mike: That's only one record, and he only EQUALED it! What about the 200 vic-
tories, the 10 wins in a row, the 27 victories in one season--
Crow: Sir, I know Richard Petty. Richard Petty is a friend of mine. Sir,
you are no Richard Petty!
Servo: That's a little hackneyed, Crow.
Crow: Aha! A sympathizer! GET HIM! [Mike jumps Servo and begins shaking him]
Mike: Confess, you fiend!
Servo: NEVER!
Mike: Three words: Weather-Servo Nine.
Servo: [weakly] I confess!
Mike: Be seated. [Crow begins humming "God Save The Queen"]
[Deep 13. Dr. F looks pleased]
Dr. F: Well, since I'll be off traveling for a while, I thought this posting
would be appropriate. It's a little chunk of auto-moronica from alt.security.
ripem! Suck exhaust, Mike Wallace! Drop the flag, Frank!
[SoL. The lights go psycho]
All: We've got posting sign! Let's go!
[*...6...5...4...3...2...1...]
[ Article crossposted from alt.security.ripem ]
CROW: Up one side 'n' down the other! That's the Colonial Marine Credo!
MIKE: Crow, you've been watching my "ALIENS" tape again.
> [ Author was ]
CROW: A paranoid fruitloop!
SERVO: And still is!
> [ Posted on 24 Oct 1994 16:20:08 -0000 ]
SERVO: He dropped a four-scoop ice-cream cone on his chronometer. Graceful.
CROW: Smooth move, Ex-Lax.
> Sinister Microchips Now Embedded in Highways
MIKE: Correct me if I'm wrong here, but calling a microchip "Sinister" indi-
cates the presence of a personality, and there ain't no such been made yet!
BOTS: HEY!
MIKE [embarrassed]: Sorry 'bout that.
> This source
CROW: Code-named "Royal Nonesuch"
> indicates that the highways are being equipped with
MIKE: A special lane for drunk drivers -- one lane, both directions!
> electronic chips that will help to guide
CROW: Tactical nuclear missiles toward cars that have 4000 speakers and play
nothing but Technobloodytronic!
> the UN troops to their various
SERVO: Places where the locals can effectively ambush them.
> destinations, and the automobiles that entities
CROW: [nervously] Oh, great Cthulhu, please tell me he didn't just call
people "entities"!
> drive can also be affected by
CROW: A cup of sugar in the fuel tank.
> these new chips that are being placed in and along the
SERVO: _Highway To Hell_.
MIKE: For crying out loud, Tom, don't give the Mads any ideas!
> highways so that the automobile's computer and the chips in the automobile,
> can
CROW: Force the occupants to listen to nothing but religious programs and
farm reports!
MIKE: Crow, you are evil. Unredeemably evil.
CROW: Well, Joel did program me with Dr. F's personality.
> halt the entity's
CROW: Uhh, Mike, he didn't just...oh, no....
> car or vehicle or truck
SERVO: Well, that about covers it. He better pray no one invents a practical
family hovercraft.
> , or track it
> to see where it goes. This source indicates it can also direct a
> vehicle to a destination.
CROW: So that's how the Democrats plan to get the voters out. They'll hijack
them!
SERVO: That's if the religious right doesn't use the chips to force people to
go to church.
MIKE: Guys, in case y'all ain't aware, THIS IS A LOAD OF CRAP! IT IS NOT
REAL!
BOTS [shaking themselves]: WHOA! Thanks, Mike.
> These chips can receive and send
CROW: Orders to Domino's so you can outrun the delivery vehicle and get free
food!
MIKE: If you ever watch Carrot Top again, you go out the airlock. Capiche?
> information, can receive from satellites
CROW: Various odd diseases. [Mike lifts his hand as if to strike] Sorry.
> and send information to the vehicle, or can receive information from the
> vehicle as to who it belongs to and what is known of the owner,
SERVO: How much he weighs.
MIKE: How often he speeds.
CROW: How many farts are in that seat cushion. [Mike's hand rises] Sorry.
> and can send this to a satellite
SERVO: Oh, great. Dr. F is subcontracting us out again!
> so that anyone wanting to monitor what is going on in a highway activity
SERVO [frustrated]: ANYTHING YOU DO ON A HIGHWAY IS A "HIGHWAY ACTIVITY"!
CROW: Evidently, this clown has never listened to George Carlin's set about
using excessively pretentious language.
> can even know who the players are.
CROW: This guy plays too much CAR WARS.
> This source indicates that in other words,
SERVO: He's going to try to *paraphrase* that?!
> if they are looking for a particular entity
CROW: [frightened] STOP THAT! AAAAAAAAAARGH!
> who has eluded them, they may find him or her on the highway through the
> satellite,
SERVO: We'd better get overtime for all this work we're gonna be doin'.
MIKE: Servo, read my lips: THIS IS NOT REAL!
> even if they are hidden away in some wooded area,
MIKE: Uhh, yo, forgive me for playing Devil's advocate, but what if the
target abandons the vehicle and walks?
> the satellite
SERVO: It's gonna be busy up here. I'd better get ready [leaves].
MIKE: Servo, you couldn't catch a clue with a mile-long drift net.
> could locate them, find their location,
CROW: That seems reasonable-- since that's what the word "locate" means!!
> so that troops could follow and find the entity,
CROW: [hysterically] STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT! WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
> wherever he or she might be, based on the chips in the automobile.
MIKE: This post gives new meaning to "chips and dips".
CROW: Not to mention "chains and whips".
MIKE: [raising hand] Crow--
CROW: As in "THIS REALLY HURTS!"
> This source
CROW: Code-named "Bovine Scatology".
> indicates that these tracking devices are being placed on highways today.
MIKE: They're being concealed in potholes.
CROW: Oh, grand. Iowa's gonna be absolutely chock-a-block with these things.
> Many are already in place, many are now being placed,
MIKE: All are figments of the author's imagination.
> and plans are for these to be continued as placements
CROW: So now they're placements? I thought they were supposed to be
microchips.
> up to the year
MIKE: My Voice Broke.
CROW: Don't you start giving the Mads ideas.
> 2000
CROW: [sings] Zero-Zero, party's over, oops, outta time --
MIKE: Don't you *ever* quote that person again!!
> , when these shall be fully in place.
CROW: And you will be comfortably ensconced in a loony bin!
> This source
CROW: Code-named "Queen".
MIKE: [sings] Liar! Nobody believes me....
> indicates that with monetary controls and the traffic controls,
CROW: Didn't Reagan fire those guys?
MIKE: Those were the traffic controllers!
CROW: Like Reagan could remember the difference. [Mike whacks him] OWCH!
MIKE: You crossed the line there, slick.
> entities
[Crow trembles visibly]
> will not be able to move without being allowed to move,
CROW: [as Simon Phoenix] Simon says, "Move!"
MIKE: In my opinion, when ya gotta go, ya gotta go.
CROW: NOW who's getting tasteless.
> will not be able to spend and conduct business without being monitored or
> allowed to conduct business.
MIKE: Did that make any sense at all?
CROW: Mike, this is a post the Mads sent us. You were expecting clarity?!
> Entities
[Crow shudders]
> essentially will be imprisoned with the passes allowed by the
MIKE: Passage of Proposition 187. That same year, a swastika was added to
California's state flag.
CROW: And I'M too tasteless? Hypocrite.
> governing forces, to go where they are permitted, but not to go or do
> things outside the government's permission.
CROW: It would appear this person does not know what the word "law" means.
MIKE: Too true. Hey, where's Servo? We better find him.
CROW: Aw hell!
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CROW: What the --
MIKE: It says "scythe".
CROW: As in what we should use to make certain this loon never has children?
> 411 23 420 1663 18 11 09
CROW: Are those his measurements?
MIKE: No, that's his Lofton Bizarreness Index score. I think he takes the
taco.
> --
MIKE: [Jake Blues voice] Let's get the hell out of here.
[...1...2...3...4...5...6...*]
[Cambot is panned to the right. Mike and Crow appear]
Mike: Man, I thought you were gonna vaporlock there! Why'd you flip like
that?
Crow: Well, for cryin' out loud, Mike, this clown refers to people as "enti-
ties"! Why can't he just say "people"? Who the heck does he think he is,
Edgar Cayce?!
[As they speak, they walk across the bridge. On stage left has been erected
what looks like a huge computer, with an attached map of the world. Hooked to
this is Servo. Mike and Crow take one look and stop cold]
Mike: *What* is *this*?!
Servo: It's the computer that tracks and co-ordinates all those computer
chips. I can now find anyone, anywhere, anytime! I can see all! I can hear
all! I AM GOD HERE!
Mike: [to Crow] I think you know what I'm going to say, so I won't bother.
Crow: Yep. And I agree.
Mike: I think you know what I'm going to ask you, so I won't.
Crow: Cool.
Mike: So, what's your answer?
Crow: You never asked me a question. [Mike backhands him]
Mike: Be serious, for crying out loud! We've got to help Servo!
Crow: Ya wanna step aside, let the pro take this? [Mike steps back. Crow ap-
proaches Servo]
Crow: So, you can find anyone, anywhere, anytime?
Servo: Yep.
Crow: Sure?
Servo: Yep.
Crow: OK. I want you to find a missing person for me. You must find him.
Everything else can just wait.
Servo: Fine. All of my circuits are dedicated to finding this person.
Name him.
Crow: Mike Nelson, employee, Happy Temps Agency.
Servo: Working. [Several seconds pass. Servo begins shaking. Smoke billows
from the computer and Servo. Suddenly, there is a brilliant flash of flame.
Servo & computer are engulfed in flames. Mike panics. Crow jumps back, jaw
hanging. Gypsy appears from off-screen right, points toward the flames,
opens her mouth, and quite literally vomits fire-extinguishing foam on
Servo and the computer. After several seconds, the flames are gone. The
computer is an unidentifiable smoldering lump. Servo is much the same]
Mike: [to Gypsy] Quick thinking, girl. [Gypsy nods and wanders off] Crow,
that was absolutely EVIL. Totally, utterly, unredeemably EVIL. Shame on you.
Crow: Yeah, but it was DAMNED fun. [to Cambot] Whatcha think, sirs?
[Deep 13. Dr. F's jaw is hanging open and his eyes are bugging out. Frank is
shaking his head, looking rather bothered]
Frank: That is the sickest thing you guys have EVER done. [looks at Dr. F] Am
I wrong? Doc? [he pokes Dr. F, who topples forward onto the keyboard, pushing
the button in the process]
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