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Brakelatabasaasta Message Dump - Zukeenee - 12-27-2006 Comm ID: Brakelatabasaasta Transmit to: Brakelatabasaasta I report to the croutons, correct? If so, send more cotton. I followed the Winky-man around today. It started in New York, where that guy who I said was hauling passengers to Planet Elsewhere-I-Really-Don't-Know. I followed him up to Colorado, and told him how much I loved him. His replies were full of that sticky kind of love that gets in your fingernails, but it was love nonetheless. He took me on a scenic route to a Xenos Rock-House, where he docked and I waited outside. He came out, and I asked if he would take me to get ice cream. He replied with "You're gonna follow me all the way to New Berlin, aren't you?" and I replied with a "Mmmyes!" He took me through a swirly red-blue light-hole, and then we were in a dark cloud that smelled icky. He docked at another nearby Xenos Rock-House. I waited. I asked if the Xenos wanted to be my special friends, but they shot me. A lot. It's okay, they're still special. Winky-man emerged from the rock and we continued. He flew ahead of me, because the Xenos kept pulling me back for more hugs. I eventually caught up at that place that we were at, and docked for repairs. The smelly-icky clouds were full of termites, it seemed! Nasty, metal-eating termites who have fuzzy ears on their heads! I had fire coming from my navel by the time I arrived-- the termites were fierce, but I fought them off with my trusty cardboard telephone! I undocked, and I continued on my journey with Winkman. He took us back to Colorado via the Shiny Magic Metal Claw, and we headed to the big dirt-lump. He docked there again, and I waited again. He came out, and we flew to the Shiny Magic Metal Claw that took us to New York. Some Rogues stopped us along the way to make some polite small-talk, but Winkers was not interested! No sir! He showed them some fireworks, and in a completely unrelated event, the Rogues exploded. It was funny. We went back to New York, and proceeded via Whoosh-Ring toward the Texan Shiny Magic Metal Claw. We stopped off at the Libery-Bigboat, where Winkers noticed that he had forgotten his cargo. He had to buy more thingamabobs to bring to New Thingamabobland and we went down to Texas. Once there, we stopped, because some Rogues and Policemen were playing tag. Winkerson and I joined the game. I mistakenly shot Winkler once, and next thing I know, there was a bright green flash and BOOM! I woke up on Manhattan in my usual dumpster. I don't know what happened, but I think it was the Intergalactic Teddy-Bear Robert that came and used his eyebeams to turn us all into fish! Luckily, I bought my fish-immunity kit years ago, so I was spared. I hope that Winky did, too. I can only speculate what might have happened to him if he were a trout in space... 'tis sad indeed. That wraps up my day. I'll report back to me the next time I do something with that mayonnaise. It's been in the fridge for, oh, five years now? I'm going to make a sammich! Brakelatabasaasta Message Dump - Zukeenee - 12-28-2006 Comm ID: Brakelatabasaasta Transmit to: Brakelatabasaasta Sammich made. Sammich eated. Tummy hurtin'. I'm taking the day off. Brakelatabasaasta Message Dump - Zukeenee - 12-28-2006 Comm ID: Brakelatabasaasta Transmit to: Brakelatabasaasta I got me a new home! I bought a mobile home unit from some guy who said he was a reptile. I bet that Robert came along and used his eyebeams on this guy, too! That naughty teddy bear... Now my dumpster is up on the market. I'm thinking it will sell for a good 5,000 credits at least. The funny thing is that my new mobile home doesn't look much different from my old dumpster. Maybe the reptile just built a flying dumpster? That's my favorite kind of dumpster! Oh yeah, and the police peoples got kind of angry at me for following Winkers out of the system the other day, so I sent them a gift basket full of toothpaste. Nothing better to sooth the tumors like toothpaste! Regardless of my gifts, they're still going to keep a closer watch on me from now on. I don't know if I'll ever get to leave New York again... Brakelatabasaasta Message Dump - Zukeenee - 12-30-2006 Comm ID: Brakelatabasaasta Transmit to: Brakelatabasaasta I snuck out of New York again today. I went to Connecticut (Where I often go to have my Secret Pajama Parties) to stare at the nearest star. Upon arrival in the system-space, the Orc-Heart Man spotted me. He said he wouldn't tell anyone where I was-- 'cause he knew I wasn't supposed to leave New York-- and I thanked him. We chatted a bit about the weather, drill bits, and rubber baby buggy bumpers. He said something about bases, and then acids, but by then I was already entranced by the sun. Orc-Heart Man shoved me out of the way before I could get inside the firey ball of dancing joy, and directed me back towards the New York red-blue light-hole. We jumped together, and popped into New York. I did some more talking with everyone at Manhattan, and we came to the conclusion that I am not a nuisance. I docked on Manhattan and went to bed in my new home (now parked in a trailer park). It was a pleasant day. Brakelatabasaasta Message Dump - Zukeenee - 12-30-2006 Comm ID: Brakelatabasaasta Transmit to: Brakelatabasaasta There were a lot of people above Manhattan tonght! There was a Bigship with an open belly, and a funny ship with claws for hands, and those teeny Starfliers... people everywhere! Then this guy came in to the party and told us all to bow. I don't know what he meant, something about some ghost-people. Then everyone started shooting, and there were pretty colors everywhere, and I joined in, too! people got mad, things exploded, and we all got a brand-new pair of socks! Then, the two Ghosties left New York. Their names were, like, Lucyfur and Omeeks... or like Loosinix and Onyfer... Onyfer... Conifer? Coniferous? Hmm... coniferous trees. That's it! We were attacked by the Tree-People of Omi-Sig-Mega-Tau-Eleventy-Eight! Tree people are, like, ghosts 'n stuff, right? They came to destroy our peaceful ways with their Laser-Wood Beams and their Pinecone Cannons! And stick us all together using their icky, sticky, tree-sap, and make us into one Ultra-Mega-Human who was one with the Tree-People, to help them on their quest for universal conquest and stomp out deforestation everywhere! Well then, it's a good thing we showed them off. If they had succeeded, then I would have to share a bathroom with myself. I like my toilet-paper the way it is, thank you! It's best when it comes out of the package soggy. In fact, I'm going to buy more toilet-paper now. I'll show those trees who's boss. Buy more paper products! Kill more Tree-People! Brakelatabasaasta Message Dump - onca - 01-03-2007 @Brake-dude. I'm probably gonna regret posting here, but.... you clazy man! Flying around in that rusty old can, bashing into Liberty battleships and burning up in Manhattan atmosphere. Whatever it is your on.... I'll have 'alf:lol: Brakelatabasaasta Message Dump - Zukeenee - 01-03-2007 Comm ID: Brakelatabasaasta Transmit to: Onka-Tonka! (Honky tonk?) My rusty old can is only my mobile home. For most of the time, I keep it parked in my lot at the trailer park. I decided not to sell my dumpster; too many memories there... like the time I actually succeeded in eating an entire sandwich using only my feet! Ah, good times. I switch back and forth between homes, 'cause the each have their perks. I have a fridge and a working lightbulb in my dumpster, but I have a real bathroom (with a hole in the floor 'n everything!) in my mobile home. For the most part, I fly in Bert, my Starblazer. Bert's been acting kinda funny lately, though. He starts getting all whiny when I fly too close to a trade lane, and he gives aff this high-pitched squeal when we're actually in the lane. I tell him he's being a bad boy, and he won't get his cookies if he keeps behaving badly, but he won't listen. So anyway, that's why I'm flying my mobile home more often these days. Sure, it's not as fun as flying Bert, but it's still flying. I seem to meet the most interesting people up above the sky, so I try to fly as often as I can. As for what I'm on... well, right now I'm sitting on a stack of newspapers. So you can have the Sports Section and the Front Page, and I'll keep the Life Section and the Circulars with all the funny coupons. Deal? Brakelatabasaasta Message Dump - Zukeenee - 01-16-2007 Comm ID: Brakelatabasaasta Transmit to: Brakelatabasaasta Funtimes have been in the happening of spacey-placey! I met a bunch of poeple who must have bought their rocket-homes from the same lizard-guy who sold me mine! We were having fun, and eating sandwiches, and high fiving, and eating lemon cakes! One of them even made some sounds that reminded me of a bathtub. I burst into muscle spasms of joy! It was a goodly day. Brakelatabasaasta Message Dump - Zukeenee - 01-22-2007 Comm ID: Brakelatabasaasta Transmit to: Brakelatabasaasta I was out in my mobile home today (Who I have decided to call Martha), and I made some new friends! They were the Ghosties again, but there were more of them! And there was an itty bitty baby Ghostie, too! He was a Mineral Man. Then Gun-dot came, and the mineral lady, and Lucy-for, and Dolly-bar, and Hillblind! Lots and lots of Ghosties! I followed the Mineral Man around New York, and he adopted me as his new polyp. We flew around places, and he killed things, and I picked up stuff for him! It was like my twenty-seventh birthday all over again! Then we flew to a Liberty Bigship, where Mineral Man sprouted bigger wings, and we flew to the California Magic Metal Shiny Claw. There were pretty lights, and then we apeared in California with gate children still clutching at our internal organs. It tickled. We flew towards the Magellen Magic Metal Shny Claw, but on the way, Mineral Man saw a giant flying tortilla chip and stoped to give it a light show. He told me to go on to Manchester, so I entered the Claw. I kept taking Whoosh-Rings and Magic Metal Shiny Claws until I arrived at Sheffield Station, where Gun-dot and Dolly-bar were playing tag with the locals. I flew in circles to show my delight! I picked up all of the debris and stuff for safe-keeping, while the others continued their game. This lasted for a few minutes until Mineral Man showed up and launched a few kittens at the floating box-cans. There were lots of beeps and meows as was expected, and then both the kittens and the floating box-cans turned into gold! I picked it up for the Mineral Man, and we all headed back to New York. When we were there, I traded my stuff with Mineral Man, and he gave me some guns. I put them on my ship, and they were as big as my head! Actually, they were bigger than my head. Actually, they were about half the size of Martha. They remind me of a squirrel carrying acorns in its cheeks, while running away from a falcon that's coming to eat most of it and feed the rest of it to its babies. So to sum up this entire report in one word or less: Cake. Brakelatabasaasta Message Dump - Zukeenee - 03-17-2007 Comm ID: Brakelatabasaasta Transmit to: Brakelatabasaasta Happy St. Patrokhliphrick's D'Naray! Have a green potato, all of you! Straight from my happy Relto! Where is the joy in New York? Is not! No parades in honor of Mutant Fiddler Crab-man, or The Improbable Park Bench! Why is this? Is not Keta also Leira? They are the same! So eat a reekoo, and join Veovis on K'veer with the green people! I leave the rest to Mister Flagg. |