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|| -------- -- ----- A E R I E O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- GOODBYE POPCORN--CUP 36--"CLASSIC OF LOGIC" <------- || Severe Repair || Goodbye Popcorn || -------> (Cup SRgp036, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = "Give me my stuff, you bitch." Fake Cerquaine sat imprisoned in a little cage made of splintered wood, held together with darting, little black lines. Kesh the Vector stood nearby, maintaining the cell with little effort. Classic of Logic was examining Fake's equipment in fascination and awe. "Maybe if you give us the Cup you can have your things back, dear." Classic said without looking up. "But you do have some keen baubles here." "Yeah well, don't touch any of it cuz you don't know what you're doing and it's goddamn dangerous." Fake said, grabbing at one of the pieces of wood, then cringing with the weird tickling sensation the vectors brought. "What's this?" Classic asked, picking up a pair of yellow socks with lavender polka dots. "Don't touch those! They're mine and only I know how they work!" Fake said. And then, turning to look up at Kesh "Let me out of here you weirdo! She's gonna hurt herself! Can't you see?" Kesh tilted his head slightly. Fake now saw that within the darkness of his face was a square shape with patterns on it, like a tile. It seemed to float within the head cavity. "My dear, this is no game." Kesh said. "And you needn't worry about Classic--she can do just about anything." Just then, Classic began giggling. "Christ." Fake said with a grimace. "It's such a pretty thing!" Classic said with a spaced-out look. "It's very far and very near." Classic then began rubbing the sock gently up and down her cheek. "Stop that, dammit!" Fake said, grabbing at the large wooden splinters again. "Stop it, that's mine!" Suddenly, Fake flailed herself against her cage and succeeded in shattering a part of the structure. Smiling, she began to leap toward Classic, but in mid-jump she lurched to a halt, feeling Kesh's vectors flowing through her. "Really Miss Cerquaine." Kesh said as he restrained her on the ground and rebuilt the cage around her. "The construct was a courtesy, as most individuals find the tactile sensation of my vectors unpleasant. I don't relish this task, young lady, and I've hardly seen any glimmer of ability on your part to break free from me. Please make it simple on both of us." Fake felt the vectors leave her body as the cage was then fully rebuilt around her. Bith the Silly Train, who was sitting on Fake's cinder block to keep it under control, turned around from his lookout spot and yelled "Keep it down over there, you rattlers! I think I hear something!" Classic was now lying on her back toying with one of Fake's situation grenades. She snuggled it, smelled it, briefly licked it. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- ----- |