|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- WINTER STADIUM THEM--CUP 5--"APOLOGIES TO TABLEKIND" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Winter Stadium Them  ||  -------> (Cup SRws005, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = "AHA!" Darnazy burst out. "Yes, haha, great!" He jumped up with a little blue something in his hand, his arm raised above his head, knuckles scraping ceiling. "What is it now?" Evelyn asked. "Haha! A blue hole! What did I tell you? Just the thing!" Enc looked around and sighed in frustration. "Do any of you have any idea what Darnazy is talking about--ever?" "It's just his way." Snoppy said instantly. "My good friends," Darnazy said in an excited manner, "They will be as attracted to the blue hole as I am to Appomattox Flight and Accurate Rebellion." The girls shook their heads in frustration. "Horny bastard." Snoppy said with a grin. "Well, do what you have to do." "Apologies to tablekind." Darnazy said, looking around wildly. Then he scrambled his huge body up onto the table, fully demolishing anything left. When he put his full weight on the table, it totally collapsed. But he continued on, unfazed, and stood up straight on top of the ruins of the breakfast table. Then carefully--oh so carefully--he extended his hand, the marble-sized blue hole a searingly dark bright negative blue between his thumb and index finger. With painful care, the hulking man positioned the blue hole according to some unseen logic of need, and gingerly let it go. It stayed there, motionless in midair. Then he ducked and scrambled forward, but managed to trip on all the destroyed table crap. He fell forward. "Calgareaux's mind!" Darnazy exclaimed as collapsed heavily into the mess. The impact shook the whole room. Enc took a deep breath in frustration. "Can't we have one day without stupidity, destruction, and the unknown?" she said. "Ugh." Darnazy said, wallowing in the remnants of breakfast, trying to get his bearings. "The tables are winning." "Why did he have to do that?" Evelyn asked of Enc, who shrugged. "Oh, okay." Snoppy said, observing as the flying things began to slowly drift toward the blue hole. Enc nodded. "Nice. Very nice job, Darnazy." "Ugh." Darnazy said again, crawling across he floor to get away from the vicinity of the blue hole. "Just a matter of scemlurboan my dear. Just a matter of scemlurboan." "Oh." Enc said. Now the first few flyers were getting to the blue hole, and they were crushing into each other, trying to get as close to the blue hole as possible. And as they pressed into each other, they made a horrible straining, creaking kind of sound. "What..." Evelyn said, backing away. "What're they gonna do--waste each other?" Snoppy asked. "Ugh." Darnazy said, sitting with his back to the wall, running a syrup-covered hand through his hair. "Yes my friend. They will ruin each other." "And how long is this lovely exercise going to take?" Enc asked. "Could take a few days, my lovely." Darnazy responded. "Days!?" Evelyn screamed. "Forget this damn business." Snoppy said. "And forget the teletype. I'm chonkin'!" "Snoppy!" Enc said, but Snoppy was already gone down the stairs, whacking flying things out of his way with the pipe. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----