KWSN Orbiting Fortress

[jbyram2]

Michelle notices that she looks much better without all that hair on her chest.

Sir Al and Alpha... well, never mind.

Jammy was talking animatedly to the urban penguins, using various street gestures with his hands. The penguins were also gesticulating, but since penguins only have short wings, it was impossible to tell what they were really saying.
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[Michelle]

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[alpha_fruit]

Since you kannights won't leave us alone go see what you created here with all those crazy penguins.
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[alpha_fruit]

Since Jammy couldn't figure out what the penguins were saying, he left and vowed never to return.
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[Dagger]

But return he did, all covered in penguin spit.

[mohrorless]

I guess penguins don't like pumpkins.....
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[Michelle]

...they love them.

It has been said that pengiun spit is equivalent to a ticker-tape parade in the penguin world.
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[Dagger]

That in mind, and upon hearing Michelle's comments, Jammy ran off screaming until hit a tree, knocking himself out.
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[Michelle]

911 was called!
The ambulance arrived a few minutes later.


Jams was transported to the hospital and handed over to Doctor Proctor

who poked and prodded the pumpkin. The doctor considered making some pumpkin pate for his lunch, then decided to treat the poorly pumpkin instead.



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[jbyram2]

Oh, no! not the expresso again!!

Jams wakes up, refreshed and suddenly remembers running away ffrom all those spitting Urban penguins. He asks the doctor for a rubber glove, but the doctor can't understand him since he has a penguin larynx still. Squacking excitedly, he hops from the bed, grabs the glove, pulls it over his head for spit protection, and (biting off one finger so's he can breath) and waddles out to confront those spitting homebirds. He sounds like a whoopie cushion with every breath, thanks to the bitten-off glove finger he is breathing through. The sounds of a pumpkin squacking like a penguin through a whoopie cushion fade off into the distance.....

Meanwhile, the hairless Sir Al and Alpha have gotten thirsty after their extended encounter, got themselves dressed and searched for something to drink. They find John M. sprawled next to the cooler, also hairless.
John is sobbing bitterly, having tried to get another drink but finding the cooler empty. It seems the hair of the dog that bit him also was vaporized by the malfunctioning Jamco(tm) remote.
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[mohrorless]

Once he finished sobbing, Sir Mohrorless dragged the wrongly named "Never-Empty" Cooler (patent pending) off to another muttering about a few adjustments to be made.....

As he wander around the room Sir Jams realizez that his head-enclosing "Whoopie Glove" (also patent pending) has caused everyone else to leave because of it's realistic sounds...
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[Michelle]

Sir Fart is that you?
Alpha looked around everywhere because she thought she had heard her beloved adopted son at the door. There was no sign of Sir Fart, but Alpha did see Jams running through the garden with a silly looking rubber glove on his head.

Meanwhile back at the tool shed, Sir John was making some finely tuned adjustments to his "Never-Empty" Cooler...
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[jbyram2]

Sir John "Thwackbane" Mohrorless finished his adjustments to the never empty cooler, and sat back, reviewing his handiwork. The new PGGB tap glistened in the work room light. John lay down on the floor, with his head under the tap, reached up and turned it on full blast.

The first swallow warmed his insides intensely. "Ahh, just right!!" he thought. Then, like a sheet of thick purple velvet wrapped around a solid gold brick, the full impact of the beverage hit him. He convulsed spasmodically, safely moving out from under the flow of elixer, and passed out cold, with a look of indescribable joy on his face. Meanwhile, the puddle next to him grew, and started flowing out the door, glowing like a sun tiger, and smelling faintly of Fallian marsh gas.

The stream of the universe's most potent drink continued flowing out the door, beckoning to all passersby....
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[mohrorless]

Sir John M, under the heavy influence of PGGB , was dreaming happy dreams of .

Sir Jbyram2 rolled over to the newly christened PGGB River and began to drink like a camel at a mirage.

Lady Michelle also came to the stream and decided to join in with the pumpkin, only upstream from him quivering at the thought of "pumpkin germs".

Lady Alpha and Al, well they took abucket to the stream, filled it and retired to armorus room yet again.

And the river flowed on........
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[mohrorless]

Sir John comes to and sits up. Shaking the cobwebs out of head, he looks over at the never ending cooler and sees that the PGGB stream is still flowing out if the tap. "Oh jeez. Don't want to waste that stuff". Turning the flow off and getting on all fours he follows the last of the stream to see where it has gone.

Finding nothing but unconscious kNIght and Lady after another (along with the assorted drunken Apalca and penguin, Sir John realizes he needs something too eat. Seeing Sir Jbyram laying there moaning, Sir John crawls over to and wakes him and asks him about some food. The good pumpkin (rubbing his eyes vigorously) remembers that the Lady Michelle operates a diner "somewhere around here".

They set off slowly (it hurts too much to go fast) to find Michelle.....
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[jbyram2]

Luckily, the large amounts of PGGB have also countereacted the effects of the punguinizer, giving Jams his voice back again. Slowly (and a bit unsteadily), they stagger off into the distance, singing songs of pirates and bawdy limericks too rude to print, holding each other up.

The Urban penguis also reverted back to normal Arctic penguis, after a good swim in the Pan Galactic river of Bliss. The mechanical bear wound himself down, running out of spring power just shy of the river. Good riddance to him.

John and Jams have wandered around in a big circle, and arrive back at the entrance to the boys room without having found anything to eat. They are both bit hungover, and grumpy because they are famished.
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After staggering around for another 8 days Jams and John come across the plate glass doors and the large Neon sign that are the entrance to Michelle's Diner. They open the door and are amazed at what they find:


Making their way (slack jawed) to the counter, Jams wonders (aloud) "Why haven't we found this place before?" John just shrugs and takes a seat at the counter with James and waits to be served.

Michelle comes over and (while snapping her gum loudly) says "Hi there boys, what can I get for you today? Would you like to see a menu?"


After salivating over the menu for a minute both Jams and John hand it back to Michelle and say "OK" Giving them a wink and a smile, she heads to the kitchen...and returns with their order:


With a quick muttered "Thanks!" they dug in.
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[Michelle]

John, I'm about twice her age and twice her size.

p.s. remind me to get that revolting black and white floor ripped out and changed.
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[mohrorless]

[Michelle]