Writer's Rage 2: The return
“There has been a scene change, hasn’t there,” observed Jane.
“How can you be sure?” Dirk asked.
“Because we are suddenly, and I might add for no apparent reason, on the surface of a strange planet battling hordes of malevolent Semi Colons.”
‘That’s only because the Colons are having the day off. No one can tell the difference anyway.” Dirk was dismissive.
“There is something else I’m curious about too.” Jane said curiously. “How is it that you are all dressed in full combat gear, including helmets and I have nothing but a gold sequined bikini?”
“Taarg still has his tutu.” Spark pointed out. The Klingon looked slightly nonplussed.
“This is my camouflage tutu. Its not as if I wore the pink one or anything.”
“O well THAT makes me feel SO much better.” Jane’s voice dripped sarcasm. “I don’t even have a gun.”
“Ah!” exclaimed Dirk, ‘I can answer that one. You need both your hands free so you can cling to my arm and scream while I slaughter Semi Colons in the hundreds with a makeshift sling shot. All to the thunderous applause of writer’s everywhere.”
Jane gave him a look that could have withered steel. “Not going to happen. I have read page 43 too, and you’re not getting my bra top for a sling shot. End of story.”
“That may have killed off the movie option,” said Spark
“I’m not so sure,” pondered Dirk, “there is still the gold bikini and the disappearing uniform.”
“Captain, the Semi Colons are withdrawing.” Reported Spark
“Excellent!” exclaimed Dirk. “What turned things in our favour?”
“We deployed our Random Comma Weapon. Semi Colons and Colons are no match for a barrage of random commas,” Taarg was triumphant and began joyfully pirouetting about the camp.
“That might have killed the movie option though,” muttered Dirk.
“How can you be sure?” Dirk asked.
“Because we are suddenly, and I might add for no apparent reason, on the surface of a strange planet battling hordes of malevolent Semi Colons.”
‘That’s only because the Colons are having the day off. No one can tell the difference anyway.” Dirk was dismissive.
“There is something else I’m curious about too.” Jane said curiously. “How is it that you are all dressed in full combat gear, including helmets and I have nothing but a gold sequined bikini?”
“Taarg still has his tutu.” Spark pointed out. The Klingon looked slightly nonplussed.
“This is my camouflage tutu. Its not as if I wore the pink one or anything.”
“O well THAT makes me feel SO much better.” Jane’s voice dripped sarcasm. “I don’t even have a gun.”
“Ah!” exclaimed Dirk, ‘I can answer that one. You need both your hands free so you can cling to my arm and scream while I slaughter Semi Colons in the hundreds with a makeshift sling shot. All to the thunderous applause of writer’s everywhere.”
Jane gave him a look that could have withered steel. “Not going to happen. I have read page 43 too, and you’re not getting my bra top for a sling shot. End of story.”
“That may have killed off the movie option,” said Spark
“I’m not so sure,” pondered Dirk, “there is still the gold bikini and the disappearing uniform.”
“Captain, the Semi Colons are withdrawing.” Reported Spark
“Excellent!” exclaimed Dirk. “What turned things in our favour?”
“We deployed our Random Comma Weapon. Semi Colons and Colons are no match for a barrage of random commas,” Taarg was triumphant and began joyfully pirouetting about the camp.
“That might have killed the movie option though,” muttered Dirk.
3 Comments
This is really funny stuff!
Love it.
Tell me, who is your muse for the naked chick?
Ez
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