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- From: mspayer@pbhya.PacBell.COM (Mike Payer)
- Subject: critique for fun
- Reply-To: mspayer@PacBell.COM (Mike Payer)
- Organization: Pacific * Bell, San Ramon, CA
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- Date: Fri, 21 Aug 1992 17:15:53 GMT
- Message-ID: <1992Aug21.171553.22388@pbhya.PacBell.COM>
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- ******* FOR YOUR CRITIQUE *********
- ------------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- FROM THE FILES OF SAM SNIFFER P.I.
-
- It was one of those dark gray foggy nights in the city.
- Tim and I were working the night shift out of central
- north. I grunted hello to Tim as we sat down at our
- consoles to begin the nights duties.
-
- After tossing my hat on the hat rack and checking to make
- sure my piece was fully loaded, ( in case of trouble you
- understand ) it wasn't. "Damn!" I said to myself. This
- meant having to open the munitions cabinet and filling
- out the forms for replacement cartridges. I got a fresh
- cassette of non-spill cartridge refills. I use the
- 0.5mm, makes a smaller hole and less noise when engaged.
-
- It was right after I sat down again that I noticed Tim
- looking up, he had a funny look on his face, you know
- like a guy on the beach for the first time smelling the
- smell of seaweed and doesn't know what it is.
-
- "what's wrong?" I asked.
-
- "Don't really know but something doesn't smell right
- around here" he said.
-
- I looked up smelling the air as I did. You know Tim had
- a point! Something was amiss, you could smell it in the
- air. Yea the air that night, I'll never forget it. It
- was heavy with the smell of evil, or was it that
- grape-orange-pineapple-watermelon snapple ice tea I had
- in front of me?
-
- Both Tim and I looked at each other ( he was sweating as
- much as I was ). We both reached for our pieces at the
- same time. "I'll take the conference room, you check the
- coffee room" Tim said. I nodded and with my trusty berol
- ( model CA5 ) crouched down out of my chair and creeped
- up on the door to the coffee room. I placed my ear
- against the door where I could hear a very low moaning
- noise, aha, I figured, I had whoever or what ever
- had caused the hair on our heads ( this is no easy task for
- Tim's hair ) to stand on end.
-
- I backed away from the door and took a paper clip out of
- my pocked. I threw the clip in the direction of the
- conference room to get Tim's attention. With my finger
- on my mouth I motioned for Tim to be quite and come over
- with me in front of the coffee room.
-
- Tim grabbed the handle of the door and swung it open, I
- dashed into the coffee room in a crouch with my piece at
- the ready. A small green cloud swarmed out of the room
- and under the front door to the center and was gone. Tim
- and I just stood there looking around the room that was
- now as quite as a mausoleum. "What the hell was that?" I
- said. "You got me" said Tim, "but I think we had better
- find out".
-
- I called the lab boys and asked them to come down and go
- over the room. You never know sometimes they come up
- with some pretty good leads. Remember I said sometimes.
-
- When they where through they came out and just stood
- there looking at Tim and I. Have you ever had the
- feeling that someone was trying to tell you that you have
- just wasted one hell of a lot of their time for no
- reason? Well these guy did just that with their eyes.
-
- "OK, OK" I said "what did you find? you don't look to
- happy."
-
- "Listen pal the only thing that has been in that room in
- the last few hours is methane of biological origin".
-
- "And just what the hell does that mean?" I asked. The
- lab boys just looked at me like I was some kind of an
- idiot.
-
- Tim came over took me by the arm pulled me back out of
- their hearing range and said "forget it Bill, you want
- everyone around hear to find out we drew down on a FART?"
-
- "Oh crap" I said "close but not the same thing" Tim said.
-
- "Come on, we've got calls to answer." Tim said as he sat
- back down in his chair and took an incoming call.
-
- As for me I sit here with the FYI form and a coors trying
- to figure out how to put the best light on this report
- for the boss.
-
- But in the back of my mind a voice from the past keeps
- repeating over and over again:
-
- "you can't polish a trud"
-
-