... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... *...
[SOL Bridge. The mood is, to put it slightly, low. Belldandy is weeping openly as Mike tries to comfort her. The bots are wandering back and forth angrily.]
CROW: Let me make a correction. I used to like Robotech. Now...
MIKE: Now?
CROW: Now I hate it with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns!! Curse you, Presley H. Cannady, for crushing a young 'bot's dreams! Curse you!
TOM: [furiously] Did you notice that we got sent Act 1, Book 2, Episode 5, Chapter 10? There must be hundreds, if not THOUSANDS of_chapters of this thing out there! You want a look at the future of fanfic? Think of a boot stomping on a 'bot's face, FOREVER!
BELLDANDY: Mike...
MIKE: Yes, Belldandy?
BELLDANDY: I don't think I can stay any longer. Especially not if Dr. Forrester ships another piece of the New Era Sagas up here. I'm really sorry, but --
MIKE: [holding up a hand to forestall her] Belldandy, I don't blame you for a second. Okay. Um... I, Mike Nelson of Happy Temps, hereby release the goddess Belldandy from her contract. How's that?
BELLDANDY: [smiling tearfully] Thank you, Mike.
[She leans over and kisses him on the cheek, momentarily stunning him. She then heads over to the mirror.]
CROW: Er, well... bye!
TOM: Don't be a stranger, Bell!
BELLDANDY: Goodbye! And good luck! You'll all return to Earth someday; it is fated!
[She steps back into the mirror and vanishes.]
TOM: I don't know about you guys, but from now on I'm going to feel reeeeeal nervous about getting dressed in front of a mirror.
CROW: Who cares? She said we're going to go to Earth after all! Yes!
TOM: Relax, Crow. Maybe she meant the satellite's orbit will decay and we'll plunge groundward and explode like an atom bomb upon impact.
CROW: Oh. Well, that'll be cool too.
MIKE: [suddenly snapping out of his trance] You know, it's too bad Belldandy had to leave, and we didn't get to wish for the satellite to go back home...
[Mike sits on a convenient stool, picking up a microphone that happened to be sitting on the table. The lights dim except for one spotlight shining on him. Cambot starts a slow zoom in.]
MIKE: ... But I still feel almost immeasurably enriched by this whole experience. [pointing with the microphone at Cambot] What do you, the mad scientist at home, think?
[Cut to Deep 13. Dr. F is watching a TV screen in the back of the lab with great interest. After a few moments he realizes he's on and turns guiltily, leaning over to obscure our view of the screen.]
FORRESTER: Oh! It's you, Tenchi. Ah, heh heh, I wasn't, ahem, really paying attention. [waving a videotape mailer addressed in Japanese] I was in the middle of enjoying your "divine" suffering, when I received this, eheh, rather fascinating videotape in the mail. No return address, curiously enough...
[Unnoticed behind him something weird is happening! Brilliant_light spews out of the TV screen and someone is climbing out of it -- a tall, seductive, dark-skinned and silvery-haired Goddess in a slinky blue dress. She sidles up behind Dr. F and taps him on the shoulder.]
URD: Oh, Clayton.
[Dr. F spins around and sees her.]
FORRESTER: What? Who --
URD: I just have one thing to ask of you.
FORRESTER: Er... yes?
URD: [furiously] How could you make my little sister cry?!
[Urd starts creating a ball of energy with her hands.]
FORRESTER: Oh, dear.
URD: Push the button, Clayton.
[As she advances on Dr. F he backs up slowly, reaches around behind him, and pushes The Button.]
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--o--
/|
/ |
pschht!
FORRESTER: YAAAAAAAHH!!!
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CREDITS:
MSTing by Mark Sachs a.k.a. sleet@netaxs.com
Belldandy and Urd appear originally in "Oh My Goddess!" (aka "Aa! Megami-sama"), translated into English by AnimEigo and available in video stores everywhere. If you want to see more of them I strongly urge you to go out and watch this show. It's keen. No harm is meant towards Presley H. Cannady, and I sincerely apologize for making fun of his name -- he must have endured hell in grade
school for it.
"Mystery Science Theater 3000" is a copyright of
Best Brains. I'm not worthy! I'm not worthy!
> Although this sounds vague --- it is vague --- I rather suspect that this last provision will turn out to be the most devastating of all, because in the end intelligence is the most crucial part of the battle.
END -Logan
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"Because Science DEMANDS it!!"
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[SOL Bridge. The mood is, to put it slightly, low. Belldandy is weeping openly as Mike tries to comfort her. The bots are wandering back and forth angrily.]
CROW: Let me make a correction. I used to like Robotech. Now...
MIKE: Now?
CROW: Now I hate it with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns!! Curse you, Presley H. Cannady, for crushing a young 'bot's dreams! Curse you!
TOM: [furiously] Did you notice that we got sent Act 1, Book 2, Episode 5, Chapter 10? There must be hundreds, if not THOUSANDS of_chapters of this thing out there! You want a look at the future of fanfic? Think of a boot stomping on a 'bot's face, FOREVER!
BELLDANDY: Mike...
MIKE: Yes, Belldandy?
BELLDANDY: I don't think I can stay any longer. Especially not if Dr. Forrester ships another piece of the New Era Sagas up here. I'm really sorry, but --
MIKE: [holding up a hand to forestall her] Belldandy, I don't blame you for a second. Okay. Um... I, Mike Nelson of Happy Temps, hereby release the goddess Belldandy from her contract. How's that?
BELLDANDY: [smiling tearfully] Thank you, Mike.
[She leans over and kisses him on the cheek, momentarily stunning him. She then heads over to the mirror.]
CROW: Er, well... bye!
TOM: Don't be a stranger, Bell!
BELLDANDY: Goodbye! And good luck! You'll all return to Earth someday; it is fated!
[She steps back into the mirror and vanishes.]
TOM: I don't know about you guys, but from now on I'm going to feel reeeeeal nervous about getting dressed in front of a mirror.
CROW: Who cares? She said we're going to go to Earth after all! Yes!
TOM: Relax, Crow. Maybe she meant the satellite's orbit will decay and we'll plunge groundward and explode like an atom bomb upon impact.
CROW: Oh. Well, that'll be cool too.
MIKE: [suddenly snapping out of his trance] You know, it's too bad Belldandy had to leave, and we didn't get to wish for the satellite to go back home...
[Mike sits on a convenient stool, picking up a microphone that happened to be sitting on the table. The lights dim except for one spotlight shining on him. Cambot starts a slow zoom in.]
MIKE: ... But I still feel almost immeasurably enriched by this whole experience. [pointing with the microphone at Cambot] What do you, the mad scientist at home, think?
[Cut to Deep 13. Dr. F is watching a TV screen in the back of the lab with great interest. After a few moments he realizes he's on and turns guiltily, leaning over to obscure our view of the screen.]
FORRESTER: Oh! It's you, Tenchi. Ah, heh heh, I wasn't, ahem, really paying attention. [waving a videotape mailer addressed in Japanese] I was in the middle of enjoying your "divine" suffering, when I received this, eheh, rather fascinating videotape in the mail. No return address, curiously enough...
[Unnoticed behind him something weird is happening! Brilliant_light spews out of the TV screen and someone is climbing out of it -- a tall, seductive, dark-skinned and silvery-haired Goddess in a slinky blue dress. She sidles up behind Dr. F and taps him on the shoulder.]
URD: Oh, Clayton.
[Dr. F spins around and sees her.]
FORRESTER: What? Who --
URD: I just have one thing to ask of you.
FORRESTER: Er... yes?
URD: [furiously] How could you make my little sister cry?!
[Urd starts creating a ball of energy with her hands.]
FORRESTER: Oh, dear.
URD: Push the button, Clayton.
[As she advances on Dr. F he backs up slowly, reaches around behind him, and pushes The Button.]
| /
|/
--o--
/|
/ |
pschht!
FORRESTER: YAAAAAAAHH!!!
-----
CREDITS:
MSTing by Mark Sachs a.k.a. sleet@netaxs.com
Belldandy and Urd appear originally in "Oh My Goddess!" (aka "Aa! Megami-sama"), translated into English by AnimEigo and available in video stores everywhere. If you want to see more of them I strongly urge you to go out and watch this show. It's keen. No harm is meant towards Presley H. Cannady, and I sincerely apologize for making fun of his name -- he must have endured hell in grade
school for it.
"Mystery Science Theater 3000" is a copyright of
Best Brains. I'm not worthy! I'm not worthy!
> Although this sounds vague --- it is vague --- I rather suspect that this last provision will turn out to be the most devastating of all, because in the end intelligence is the most crucial part of the battle.
END -Logan
-----------------
"Because Science DEMANDS it!!"
-----------------