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- Dedaparamaxx Productions PRESENTS . . .
-
-
- * * * * DEAD2.DOC * * * *
-
- A Musical Drama in -V- Parts
-
- The Sequel from HELL
-
-
- INTRODUCTION
- ------------
-
- It's now been, oh, about two months since the release of DEAD.DOC
- and the response to it has been astounding. In all fairness, I must
- state that I was roaring drunk when I wrote it. That, however,
- doesn't mean it isn't true and that it couldn't happen. We all know
- it is and it could.
-
- I would like to thank the following people for their
- contributions:
-
- Imaginos, who sat next to me and laughed until blue in the face
- while I was typing the original. He is also the contributor of such
- memorable gems as "the shoehorn joke," "your little dog too," and
- "fuck you, this court is in recess."
-
- Bluejeans and Jetski, who goaded me for the sequel.
-
- Ghostwheel (the person), for providing the discordian stimulation
- required to write such a text file while drunk.
-
- Thanks to all.
-
- P.S.
-
- If you want the make the story more interesting, and keep it in
- the spirit of what it's actually written about, you can use your word
- processor to do a global find and replace; change all occurrences of
- "George" and "Tunaman" to "Dhyron," "Amg," or "Mirage."
-
-
- P.S.S.
-
- Imaginos contributed a GREAT DEAL to this sequel. His influence
- is evident all the way through it.
-
-
-
- CREDITS
- -------
-
- Dedaparamaxxaginos Productions (lack-of-good) Management Staff
- --------------------------------------------------------------
-
- Dedaparamaxx: Head writer, head dum kopf, head head.
-
- Imaginos: Master of cows and demented thoughts.
-
- Morgan Bluejeans: Cyberspace expert, maker of "big funnies."
-
- Tempus Fugit: Latin scholar, possessor of "outrageous French
- Accent."
-
-
- Sometimes, but not all times, staff writers
- -------------------------------------------
-
- Jeff the Riffer: Evil! Evil! Evil!
-
- Diskwiz: Cyberspace engineer, editor-in-sleep.
-
-
- IF YOU'RE CRAZY ENOUGH TO WANT TO CONTACT US:
- ---------------------------------------------
-
- Dedaparamaxxaginos Productions, LTD, INC, PhD, BS, FTD.
- 8009 SW 55th PL
- Gainesville, FL 32608
-
- No CODs please. We don't like getting fish in the mail. That is
- a REAL address, and any correspondence sent there will be answered
- according to our moods, but it WILL be answered. Letter bombs will be
- returned to sender, unopened. Drugs, money, complements, and general
- ramblings are accepted.
-
- To receive a group photo of the Dedaparamaxxaginos Productions
- staff, send a self-addressed, stamped envelope and a quarter wrapped
- in duct tape to the above address.
-
- Mail may also be sent to mongo@maple.circa.ufl.edu.
-
-
- And now, on with the show.
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- PART -I-
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- A brief introduction:
-
- It's a party weekend at a local SysOp's house where everyone is
- gathered to drink beer and watch a brightly dressed person bearing a
- whip run around on the TV screen stealing taxes from evil spanish land
- owners.
-
- Joe Blow's cousin thrice removed is at the party; his name, for
- the sake of fiction, is George Tush. His handle is Tunaman.
-
- George has vowed revenge for the unjust prosecution of his
- distant relative. We shall see what happens.
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- The scene:
-
- George enters, singing (see below). The house is a mess.
- Everyone is dropping potato chip crumbs on the carpet and spilling
- beer on one another. There are 10 people in the room, mostly young,
- all of them looking on George with disgust.
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- Enter George, singing:
-
- I am hear to seek revenge,
- For Joe Blow's unjust death.
- I intend to do so,
- By being a real pest!
-
- I know that somewhere in this town
- Is a relative of SysOp!
- I'm going to log on to his board,
- And cause a major lockup!
-
- [ The three females in the crowd jump up and begin dancing ]
-
- Dancers:
-
- He'll log on to his system,
- And cause a major lockup!
- Yes he'll log on to his system,
- And cause a major lockup!
-
- George:
-
- Now most of you don't like me,
- 'Cuz you think that I'm a nerd.
- But really that's not true, you see,
- I'm actually a turd!
-
- Dancers:
-
- He's actually a turd, he is!
- He's actually a turd!
-
- George:
-
- Well I don't like you either,
- But as long as I am here,
- I'll pretend like I'm online,
- And download all your beer!
-
- Dancers:
-
- He'll pretend like he's online,
- As long as he is here,
- He'll pretend like he's online,
- And download all your beer!
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- New scene:
-
- George at his computer terminal. It is a 4.77MHz IBM PC with no
- disk drives using ROM BASIC. Somewhere, he has acquired a terminal
- program for ROM BASIC which he put into memory with a cassette drive.
- He has found the relative of the SysOp from the original DEAD.DOC who,
- oddly enough, is also called SysOp in this document. He has logged
- on, looked at all the ANSI screens at 1200 baud, and writes some
- feedback.
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- Dear SysOp:
-
- I would like access to everything on your board. All message
- conferences, all file areas (pirate ones included), all doors, and set
- all my flags and give me 120 minutes a day.
-
- You won't regret it. Trust me.
-
- Sincerely,
-
- Tunaman
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- Dear Tunatongue, err, Tunaman:
-
- You have been given minimal access. You may access all message
- boards and most file areas. We don't run pirate file areas here, so
- NYAH! You have 30 minutes a day. Try not to be such an asshole!
-
- The SysOp
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- Dear SysOp:
-
- Waaaaaaaah.
-
- Sincerely,
-
- Tunaman.
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- George moves on to the public message bases where he posts some
- malticious statements about UART chips, annoys the SigOp of the "Star
- Trek" discussion base by posting a message stating, in no uncertain
- terms, just what a putz Kirk actually was, and generally makes a
- nuisance of himself...especially, in the debate area...
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- >> In a message posted on 11-7-91 Beopunk Cyberwulf writes <<
-
- BCPW> And I'll SHOOT anyone who screams gun control in MY face.
- BCPW> Anyone who screams no nukes for that matter!
-
- Dear Beopunk Cyberwulf:
-
- You blithering liberals make me sick. All you ever do is
- complain! Gun control is a GOOD THING and I hope that it passes
- Congress. Then I hope the nail a REALLY BIG copy on your front door.
-
- Sincerely,
-
- Tunaman
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- Dear Tunabrain:
-
- You haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about, so
- leave me alone, you eleven year old blight on the population!
-
- Sincerely,
-
- Beo(I hope you rot in hell)punk Cyber(your little dog too!)wulf
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- George discovers ANSI codes and posts the following reply in
- flashing red.
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- Dear Beopunk Cyberwulf:
-
- Thhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb.
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- PART -II-
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- Upon posting the reply, George logs off, eats a sandwich, and
- begins to wonder why nobody seems to like him. He decides that
- everyone besides him must be an idiot. He then begins to plot his
- revenge against SysOp.
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- George (singing):
-
- No one seems to like me,
- And I really don't know why.
- They all become so angry,
- When I post message replies!
-
- But none of all that matters,
- I must devise a plan,
- To format Sysop's hard drives,
- And blow up his Novell LAN!
-
- [ The dancers from the party sneak in through a window ]
-
- Dancers:
-
- He'll blow up Sysop's LAN, he will,
- He'll blow up Sysop's LAN!
- He must devise a plan, he must,
- To blow up Sysop's LAN!
-
- George:
-
- I'll fry his modem's circuits,
- With an electric tesla coil!
- His EPROMs they will all explode,
- His parity chips will boil!
-
- Then I'll send a power spike,
- Of at least five billion watts,
- His CPU will be so fried,
- He'll wind up going nuts!
-
- Dancers:
-
- He'll send a power spike, he will,
- Of at least five billion watts!
- Sysop will not know what hit him,
- He'll wind up going nuts!
-
- George:
-
- And I will watch all this with glee,
- And chuckle when I do it!
- It will fill my heart with joy,
- To watch it go KABLOOEY!
-
- Dancers:
-
- KABLOOEY! KABLOEEY!
- It will go KABLOOEY!
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- Cut to:
-
- George in his bedroom, trying in vain to manufacture a tesla
- coil. So far, all he has managed to do is singe his fingers and make
- his hair stand on end. He's been working on it for about two hours
- now and is almost done.
-
- He decides to take a break and harass Sysop some more.
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- Dear Sysop:
-
- I downloaded a file from your file areas yesterday [duh, where
- the hell else would he get it? Stupid little shit.] and it had a
- virus in it! I ran the file FUCKYOU.EXE in the .ZIP file and my hard
- drive got formatted! [HE'S LYING! HE DOESN'T HAVE A HARD DRIVE!]
- Maybe you should delete it.
-
- Sincerely,
-
- Tunaman.
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- Dear Tunaidiot:
-
- I checked the file areas and the only FUCKYOU.EXE that exists is
- one you uploaded. The one you uploaded, I might add, to sway your
- upload download ratio so you can download more. You make me sick.
-
- Sysop.
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- It takes George three days to get the tesla coil working, but he
- finally does. After making the final preparations, he disconnects the
- mouthpiece on his phone so that only the bare wires are showing. He
- charges the tesla coil and calls Sysop's BBS number.
-
- Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep. RIIIIIIIIING!
-
- When he hears the carrier sound, he puts the bare wires up to the
- tesla coil.
-
- There was a terrible silence.
-
- There was a terrible noise.
-
- George makes his hair stand on end again.
-
- Far away, at Sysop's house, peripherals are melting.
-
- Sysop's monitor explodes.
-
- His RAM chips pop like Orville Redenbacher's best.
-
- His modem makes one final SQUEAK and goes silent.
-
- In short, everything goes KABLOOEY!
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- PART -III-
-
- SYSOP'S REVENGE (muahahahahaha)
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- When Sysop goes to the police and tells them about what happened,
- they tell him that there is nothing they can do about George unless
- they have some proof. Sysop says "fuck it" and decides to get a bunch
- of his friends over for a "kill Tunaman party." The scene is Sysop's
- living room (which, by the way, hasn't been cleaned since the party),
- the time is four past midnight.
-
- This is a major song and dance number, so it constitutes it's own
- part.
-
-
- Sysop, singing:
-
- This stupid little kid named George,
- Has blown up my BBS!
- We really must do something,
- To stomp his little ass!
-
- I appeal to all of you,
- My friends and goodly users,
- To help me nuke this little shit,
- And throw him down the sewer!
-
- Beopunk Cyberwulf:
-
- We will help you never fear,
- To get rid of this pest!
- Simply show us where he lives,
- And we will do the rest!
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- I will crush him with my fists,
- Because, like Arnold, I am strong!
- Then I will feed him to my dog,
- My German Shepherd, Kong!
-
- Imaginos:
-
- I will pop his head right off,
- His scrawny little torso,
- Then I'll shit right down his throat,
- And rip him a new asshole!
-
- Admiral Asshole:
-
- I'll bring my AK-47,
- And load it up with ammo!
- I'll cut the little dick in half,
- And use the halves as bookends!
-
- Imaginos (speaking):
-
- You idiot! That doesn't rhyme!
-
- Admiral Asshole (speaking):
-
- Fuck you! It's my part of the song!
-
- Imaginos (speaking)
-
- ASSHOLE!
-
- Admiral Asshole (speaking)
-
- That's my name!
-
- Wostgheel (ending the song with an operatic-like wailing):
-
- Leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet'sssssssssss
- Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusssssssssssssssssssssst
- SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT
- Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- The scene ends with the BBS users dancing out the doors like
- they're going down the yellow brick road in Munchkin Land. ("We're OFF
- to kill the dickhead, da da da da da da da da").
-
-
- PART -IV-
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- The scene is the front of George's house. The Assembly of Death
- has collected its assorted implements of torture and is ready for
- anything.
-
- They go up to the door.
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- Sysop knocks on the door. There is a brief flittering of the
- curtains, and it is soon obvious that someone is doing a very poor job
- of concealing the fact that he's at home.
-
- Gelbarion knocks a little harder (WHAM! WHAM! WAAAAAAAAAAHM!)
- and the lights go out. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
-
- Imaginos knocks still harder yet and the door breaks in half. It
- reminds Sysop of the sound his modem made. This makes him madder.
-
-
- Imaginos:
-
- How's that for getting your foot in the door?
-
- Admiral Asshole:
-
- Shut up! I want to kill something.
-
- Beopunk Cyberwulf:
-
- It's very dark in there.
-
- Wostgheel:
-
- Don't worry, I brought napalm.
-
- Sysop:
-
- Now now, boys. Let's just go in.
-
-
- The Assembly of Really Really Mad People who are Out For Blood
- walk in through the door. Miraculously, someone finds the
- light switch. Oddly enough, this is also when they hear the back door
- slam.
-
-
- Imaginos (slapping Admiral Asshole):
-
- Goddamit! You let him get away!
-
- Admiral Asshole:
-
- Fuck you! You were the one who turned on the lights!
-
- Sysop:
-
- Shut up and get after him!
-
-
- They run outside. George is running so fast that he trips on an
- oak tree root and wipes out. He falls, face first, to the pavement.
- The Assembly of Really Pissed off People who Want Tunaman Dead
- converge upon him and there is much chaos.
-
-
- Beopunk Cyberwulf:
-
- Hello, GEORGE! Welcome to your coming of age ceremony--KLINGON
- STYLE, MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
-
- Imaginos:
-
- Move out of the way, I want to break his little toes.
-
- Admiral Asshole:
-
- Wait a minute, I saw him first! Let me burn his dick off!
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- Let me crush him, like Arnold would!
-
- Wostgheel:
-
- Leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet'sssssssssss
- Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusssssssssssssssssssssst
- SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT
- Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!
-
-
- There is much noise as the Assembly of Those Who Hurt People
- Really Really Bad for a Living attacks the defenseless, but deserving,
- George/Dhyron/Amg/Mirage/[Asshole of your choice here]. This goes on
- for about two minutes, during which time we can hear:
-
- BONES CRACKING!!!!!!!!! (Crrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacccccccck!)
-
- PLEAS FOR MERCY (which go unheeded)!!!!!!
-
- SIRENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
-
- Imaginos:
-
- Goddamit! Who called the #$%#!!@ cops?
-
- Admiral Asshole:
-
- I told you to be quiet!
-
- Imaginos:
-
- I can't help it if he screams louder than Metallica!
-
- Beopunk Cyberwulf:
-
- Don't insult my heroes!
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- We should have cut out his voice box.
-
- Wostgheel:
-
- Giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiivvvvvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeee!
- Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
- Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
- Kniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife!
-
- Imaginos (to Wostgheel):
-
- Will you stop that horrid operatic-like wailing?!?!? You were
- supposed to get that out of your system three scenes ago!
-
-
- The cops appear, in force, bearing guns, even though they aren't
- NEARLY as heavily armed as Our Heroes.
-
-
- Sysop, trying to hide the bloody but not yet dead body of Tunaman:
-
- Hello, officers! What can we do for you?
-
- Officer #1:
-
- You're under arrest.
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- But, kind sir, we are but poor vigilantes who, trying to act like
- Arnold, are helping to rid the world of foul, computer-killing vermin,
- like this guy here (points to George's body).
-
- Admiral Asshole:
-
- Will SOMEONE please tape his incriminating mouth SHUT?!?!
-
- Officer #2:
-
- Please put your hands over your head.
-
- Imaginos:
-
- I SEE BATS!
-
- Officer #1 (getting noticeably nervous):
-
- Please put your military-like armament DOWN and get against the
- wall and spread 'em!
-
- Imaginos (rapidly running his hands over his chest, like he's trying
- to get something slimy off):
-
- SNAKES!!!!!!! SNAKES!!!!!! SNAKES!!!!!! Where's my medicine!
- I need my medicine! (Looking at Officer #1) Did YOU bring my medicine?
-
- Sysop:
-
- We're doomed.
-
- Beopunk Cyberwulf (to Officer #2):
-
- Sorry about your family...TOMORROW!
-
-
- After a WHOLE lot of trouble, the ambulance takes George away to
- Shands (after using a crowbar to pry his modem out of his asshole) and
- the Assembly of Rather Humbled Modem Users Now That Their Weapons Have
- Been Taken are carted off to the big house.
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- PART -V-
-
- THE COURTROOM
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- In an UNBELIEVABLE twist of fate, Our Heroes, and George (who has
- not yet fully recovered from the beating he took just ONE SCENE ago.
- George looks a great deal like Captain Pike sitting in his wheel
- chair) are sitting in the SAME COURTROOM that Joe Blow and the OTHER
- Sysop sat (you remember, the one who died in the electric chair) in
- during their experience with the American legal system. Fate has ALSO
- seen fit to provide Our Heroes with THE SAME JUDGE that Joe Blow and
- the other Sysop had. Life is weird some times, but it has its
- dramatic effects.
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- Enter Judge T. Harold Stone (no relation), singing:
-
- Now listen up you idiots,
- I'm having a bad day!
- And I want to get this over with,
- So my golf game I can play!
-
- [ Where did they come from??? Who knows, but HERE COME THE DANCERS! ]
-
- Dancers:
-
- He wants to play some golf, he does,
- He wants to play today!
- Let's all get this over with,
- He's having a bad day!
-
- Judge:
-
- You all know what the charge is,
- So let's not have any shit,
- Does the prosecution wish to start?
- Well, let's get on with it!
-
- Prosecutor:
-
- The state will prove, your honor,
- That the Assemb-ah-ly of Death,
- Did willfully attack George Tush,
- Armed with more than just bad breath!
-
- [ Admiral Asshole breathes on a fern and it dies ]
-
- Defense:
-
- We object your honor, sir,
- To these awful fabrications,
- That my clients have bad breath,
- When involved in altercations.
-
- Judge:
-
- Would you please hurry up, you goons,
- That we might leave some time today?
- I have to urinate, you see,
- In a very very bad way!
-
- Prosecutor:
-
- I call George Tush, your honor, sir,
- To take the witness stand,
- Bear in mind he can't speak well,
- Or raise his maimed right hand.
-
- Judge:
-
- Okay! Okay! Just question him,
- Let's get this over with!
- If we could stop this silly song...
-
-
- [ The music fades and the judge begins speaking normally ]
-
- We might be able to get out of here some time this century!!!
-
- Prosecutor:
-
- George, could you please tell us what happened when the defendants
- beat the shit out of you on May 22nd, 1992?
-
- George:
-
- Thertainly [ he says through thwollen, err, swollen lips ]. They
- came to my houthe and broke down the door with Imaginoth'th foot.
-
-
- Prosecutor:
-
- Your honor, we would like to enter into evidence, a picture of the
- foot in question.
-
- Judge:
-
- Okay, okay! Let me see it. [ Bailiff, who, oddly enough, is named
- Rusty but has no relationship to the Rusty on the People's Court, hands
- the Judge a picture of Imaginos's foot].
-
- Jesus Christ! That's disgusting!
-
- Imaginos:
-
- Would you like to SMELL IT? [ He takes off his shoe ].
-
- Everyone in court room:
-
- OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH! That's GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSS!
-
- Judge:
-
- Put that shoe back on or I'll hold you in contempt.
-
- Imaginos:
-
- I have nothing but contempt for this court.
-
- Sysop:
-
- We're doomed.
-
- Judge:
-
- Order! Order! [ He slams his gavel ] Goddamit! You made me smash
- my Life Savers! [ He takes a bottle of Chivas Regal out from under the
- bench and drains half of it ]
-
- Prosecutor:
-
- After they broke down your door, what did you do?
-
- George:
-
- I ran! What elthe could I do? They heard me go out the back
- door and they chathed me. Then thomeone, I think it was Gelbarion,
- shoved a modem up my athhole. It wathn't very pleathant, let me tell
- you. I've since had to buy stock in Preperation H.
-
- Then they just beat the shit out of me and my brain went
- KABLOOEY!
-
- Prosecutor:
-
- The State rests, your honor.
-
- Judge:
-
- Thank God. Does the defense have anything to present to this court
- before I send all of you to hell?
-
- Defense:
-
- Yes, your honor, we do. I would like to present Exhibit B. A tesla
- coil, which we intend to prove was used by George Tush, aka Tunaman, to
- destroy Sysop's 10,000 home computer and all of its data.
-
- Prosecution:
-
- Objection!
-
- Judge:
-
- Go to hell.
-
- Sysop:
-
- We're doomed.
-
- Beopunk Cyberwulf:
-
- Someone slap him! He's starting to sound like a broken record!
-
- Imaginos:
-
- This record skips. This record skips. This record skips. This
- record skips. This record skips. This record skips. This record skips.
- This record skips.
-
- Judge (slamming gavel):
-
- Shut up! Jesus, there go my cough drops!
-
- Defense:
-
- I call Imaginos to the stand, your honor.
-
- Sysop:
-
- We're doomed.
-
- Gelbarion (slapping Sysop):
-
- SHUT UP! We KNOW ALREADY!
-
- Judge:
-
- I'm in hell.
-
-
- Imaginos gets up [ he has put his shoe back on, thank God ] and
- takes the stand.
-
-
- Defense:
-
- Did you beat up George Tush?
-
- Imaginos:
-
- No. I only knocked on the door. It must have been some pretty
- faulty workmanship because it fell in and cracked in two.
-
- Defense:
-
- I see. Now, if you had hit the door as hard as the prosecution
- would like us to believe, your foot would have been injured. Was it?
-
- Imaginos:
-
- No. I usually break bricks with my head. Would you like me to
- demonstrate? [ He eyes George ].
-
- Judge:
-
- Bailiff!!! Wack his pee pee!
-
- Imaginos:
-
- OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW!
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- You must whack HARDER! Like Arnold would!
-
- Judge:
-
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!
-
- Imaginos:
-
- OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- Better.
-
- Judge:
-
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!
-
- Defense:
-
- No further questions.
-
- Judge:
-
- Would you like to cross examine.
-
- Prosecutor:
-
- NOT!
-
- Defense:
-
- Your honor, we would like to call Sysop to the stand.
-
- Judge:
-
- Whatever you want. Leave me out of it.
-
-
- Sysop takes the stand. Our Heroes all cheer. George Tush wets his
- pants. Good thing his injuries have forced him to also buy stock in
- Depends Undergarments (his pee pee was whacked rather hard with Arnold-
- like force).
-
-
- Defense:
-
- Mr. Sysop. You claim that your BBS system fell prey to the evil
- workings of George Tush and a tesla coil.
-
- Sysop:
-
- Yes, he was seeking revenge for the death of his buddy Joe Blow.
-
- Judge:
-
- Joe Blow? The same Joe Blow that was in my court room not more than
- a year ago?
-
- Sysop:
-
- The same, your honor.
-
- Judge:
-
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! [ He finishes his
- bottle of Chivas ]
-
- Defense:
-
- Continue, Mr. Sysop.
-
- Sysop:
-
- Well, from what I can piece together, George built a tesla coil,
- called my BBS, and held it up to the phone line. Which caused my RAM
- chips to pop like popcorn and my peripherals to melt.
-
- Defense:
-
- Your honor, I would like to show the court George Tush's SINGED
- FINGERS as evidence of this heinous crime!
-
- Wostgheel:
-
- Are you sure that's not from the Nepalm?
-
- Imaginos:
-
- Shut up!
-
- Judge:
-
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!
-
- Imaginos:
-
- This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This
- record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record skips!
- This record skips!
-
- Admiral Asshole:
-
- WILL YOU BE QUIET!?!!?!?
-
- Defense:
-
- How much damage did this cause to your computer system, Mr. Sysop?
-
- Sysop:
-
- About ten grand. I put my SOUL into that system, like most people
- do! We Sysops are a strange breed. We do everything for our users, and
- little shits like George exploit us...
-
- [ He breaks into song ]
-
- I run my BBS, you see,
- So other people benefit,
- But some folks like George Tush, you see,
- Take advantage of it.
-
- Download all day long, they do,
- And never ever upload,
- And when they DO write messages,
- My modem seems to overload!
-
- [ Enter dancers. This is getting ridiculous. ]
-
- Dancers:
-
- His modem overloads, it does!
- His modem overloads!
- People like George post garbage,
- And his modem overloads!
-
- Sysop:
-
- I don't get any thanks, you see,
- And sometimes I'm depressed,
- That my download areas,
- Don't get any rest.
-
- I believe that information's free,
- And communication too.
- I run my system free of charge, [ he looks at George ]
- But not for punks like you!
-
- Judge:
-
- STOP SINGING! AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
-
- Imaginos:
-
- This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This
- record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record
- skips! This record skips!
-
- Judge:
-
- Bailiff!
-
- Imaginos:
-
- OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
-
- Sysop:
-
- Now why can I get any thanks,
- I really want to know!
- I put my heart into my work,
- And all HE does is download!
-
- Dancers:
-
- He puts his heart into his work,
- And all HE does it download!
-
- Wostgheel:
-
- Leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet'sssssssssss
- Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusssssssssssssssssssssst
- SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT
- Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!
-
- [ The song ends ]
-
- Judge:
-
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!
-
- I've had enough!!! I quit! [ He looks at Our Heroes ] All of you
- are innocent. Free to go! Just get out of here!
-
- [ He looks at George ]
-
- You're an asshole. I sentence you to death. I hope it's painful.
-
- Wostgheel:
-
- Leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet'sssssssssss
- Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusssssssssssssssssssssst
- SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT
- Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!
-
- Judge:
-
- You're right. [ He pulls an Uzi from under the bench and blows
- George away ] Jesus that felt good. I feel like a new person! Bailiff!
-
- Imaginos:
-
- OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
-
- Judge:
-
- Bailiff! Get these people out of here and then arrange for my
- IMMEDIATE transportation to the Alan Parson's Institute! I QUIT! I've
- had enough! For thirty years I've been doing this and I'm sick of
- it!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
-
- Imaginos:
-
- This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This
- record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record skips!
- This record skips!
-
- Judge:
-
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
-
- Imaginos:
-
- This record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This
- record skips! This record skips! This record skips! This record
- skips! This record skips!
-
- Judge:
-
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
-
- -------------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- Fade out and cut to and aspirin commercial. Then, cut to an
- overview of the courtroom. Everyone is gone, except for the body of
- George Tush, aka Tunaman. The background music should be very serene, as
- if this tragedy could have been avoided. It could have been avoided and
- we all know that! DON'T ALLOW NINE YEAR OLDS ON YOUR BBS's! Or ANY
- asshole for that matter! You SEE what could happen.
-
- The scene fades to black and we see some of that goofy text that
- explains what happens to each of the characters after the movie when the
- movie has become so long that they don't have TIME to show what actually
- happens.
-
- -------------------------------------------------------------------------
-
-
- The Sysop managed to collect another computer from his insurance
- company and never EVER let another nine-year-old on his BBS.
-
- Imaginos had foot surgery and a lobotomy to keep from skipping all
- the time. He was later eaten by white cannibals on an island off the
- coast of Africa.
-
- Wostgheel became a terrorist and went to Nicaragua with his napalm
- and a machine gun. As far as we know, he is still alive and causing much
- chaos.
-
- Gelbarion when to Austria to study at the Arnold Schwarzenegger
- school of Looking German and Being Tough.
-
- Beopunk Cyberwulf went on to blow up Harvard Law School because they
- "were being silly."
-
- Admiral Asshole still is and always will be.
-
- The authors went on to nurse their hangovers and went on to write
- more demented text files.
-
-
- Thank you all, and have a good night.
-
- Downloaded From P-80 Systems 304-744-2253
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