A crack team was assembeled in an underground facillity- an alien, a technophilic and his wuv, a bumbling moron, his wife, and two fluffy USMC operatives.
In short, the military
funding of their employer was less than average.
"Why are we all here, again?I really don't remember,"
asked the alien,
Mefeestofyleize, or simply Mef.
The technophile dusted his labcoat off, then returned
to holding his love's shoulder. "Whatever it is, it better not involve that Schofeild man," Tydus said, recalling the last time he
had came here. Estill, his
'girlfriend' merely shuffled closer to him, oddly afraid of strangers.
The smaller of the two Mariners shrugged, saying, "It gives ne something to do with no one at the house." The taller Mariner nodded, scanning the room for ninjas, or whatever it was that Mariners fought.
Suddenly, the door opened a crack, revealing a pale, thin, regal face.
"YOU were the best the Embassy could scrape together?" it asked, pushing the door open and bringing its body, clad in all black, through the doorframe.
"Hi, daddy," replied the wife of the bumbling moron.
The man disregarded her, pulling a swagger stick out and turning on a projector.
"Aliens, Chinadolls, Nimeans, lend me your ears- Today, we are going to kidnap Santa, the awful object of holiday commercialism, and the one who beat me out for 'Best Man in Nimea' five years in a row," he said, snapping the stick to an image of a obese man in red German winterwear. "We shall charge him with witchcraft-"
"SCIENCE WITHOUT RESULTS!" screamed Tydus and Estill, holding each other tighter.
"Ahem," Diabo, the wierdo, continued. "Then, hold him in prison for eternity."
Everyone nodded in agreement. In any case, they were getting paid handsomley.
In short, the military
funding of their employer was less than average.
"Why are we all here, again?I really don't remember,"
asked the alien,
Mefeestofyleize, or simply Mef.
The technophile dusted his labcoat off, then returned
to holding his love's shoulder. "Whatever it is, it better not involve that Schofeild man," Tydus said, recalling the last time he
had came here. Estill, his
'girlfriend' merely shuffled closer to him, oddly afraid of strangers.
The smaller of the two Mariners shrugged, saying, "It gives ne something to do with no one at the house." The taller Mariner nodded, scanning the room for ninjas, or whatever it was that Mariners fought.
Suddenly, the door opened a crack, revealing a pale, thin, regal face.
"YOU were the best the Embassy could scrape together?" it asked, pushing the door open and bringing its body, clad in all black, through the doorframe.
"Hi, daddy," replied the wife of the bumbling moron.
The man disregarded her, pulling a swagger stick out and turning on a projector.
"Aliens, Chinadolls, Nimeans, lend me your ears- Today, we are going to kidnap Santa, the awful object of holiday commercialism, and the one who beat me out for 'Best Man in Nimea' five years in a row," he said, snapping the stick to an image of a obese man in red German winterwear. "We shall charge him with witchcraft-"
"SCIENCE WITHOUT RESULTS!" screamed Tydus and Estill, holding each other tighter.
"Ahem," Diabo, the wierdo, continued. "Then, hold him in prison for eternity."
Everyone nodded in agreement. In any case, they were getting paid handsomley.