This MSTing is a rather unique project, in that it was riffed online in SVAM's chat Server. The visitors that day were treated to a bundle of Olympic Goodness... LEGEND OF THE MASCOTS Presented, edited and compiled by Timothy McLees Host Segments by Timothy McLees Riffers: Amanda Van Rhyn Blaine "PantherWill" Will Crain John "Crowbar" Hurst Spider Alicia Ashby RJ Damien Karelov Justin Rau Glazious Tim McLees [The scene pans across a rather small and modest apartment. A small, messy but functional kitchenette is in one corner, a standing lamp is placed randomly along the wall, and several posters litter the basewood walls. The camera stops at the door, opening to reveal... Mike Nelson!] MIKE: Oh, hey Cambot! Crow must of let you in... haven't received visitors in a while-- [Some muffled groans and movement come from the couch, as Crow peeks up to see Mike, the camera pans over to show the golden Bot, looking away from a little red book with a friendly Roger Ebert smiling at the viewer.] CROW: Yeah, ol Cambot here survived! MIKE (moves in front of the camera and pats Cambot, the perspective bobs slightly) Nice to see he's still around. Say whatcha reading there, Crow? CROW: Oh this? It's Roger Ebert's "Bigger Little Movie Glossary". It's chop full of movie and TV cliches, gimmicks and redundant scenes. MIKE (laughs): And we've seen a plenty of those... CROW: Too right... like this here "Clunky Exposition Complex". Vast amounts of awkward dialoge used to fill out background and story setting. MIKE: That's actually a new one for... [Suddenly, the door swings open and Tom Servo enters, sporting a smashing red vest and white dress shirt.] TOM: Hey howdy everyone! Just got off of my shift at the Mega Keenplex, where I've been working as an usher. I see you've returned from your shift as a Sanitation Engineer at Gypsyco, Mike. So Crow, have you spent another day hanging around the apartment and chatting? MIKE: ...huh. CROW: *Tom*, I've told you before, I'm a *playtester* for Killin' Monsters Unlimited! TOM (snorts): So your duties are eating pizza and having compensation contests. [The Bots snort and glare daggers at each other, while Mike turns to the camera.] MIKE: Well, Cambot, as you can see, things have been pretty much normal nowadays: Work, Sleep and occasional friendly bickering... [The Bots are now ramming each other ineffectively in front of the couch.] Just your typical modern life, pretty much. [The doorbell rings, and Mike turns his head quizically toward it.] Huh, I wonder who that could be? [Mike gets up and opens the door, and a grinning young man with a powerful build, enters the apartment. He sports a red, white and blue blazer jacket, akin to an Olympic athlete's apparel, and the blue and white shorts of a wrestling singlet. The smiling young athlete has also has a gym bag over his shoulder.] MIKE (turns to Cambot) Why! It's WWF personality and Olympic gold medalist, Kurt Angle! [Heroic patriotic music fills the apartment, jolting the Bots out of their skirmish.] TOM: The hell? KURT: Greetings citizen! How are you today? MIKE: Umm, fine, Mr Angle... Umm, shouldn't you be fighting an undead trucker or something? KURT: On the contray, Mr Nelson, I'm here to spread some Olympic spirit! You see, citizen, many people feel that the Games have degenerated into a forum of political ego stroking and a haven for wealth mongering corporations-- CROW (walks over, with a soda in his net on his head) Yeah, fascinating. Coke? KURT: Why thank you, little fella! (Kurt smile cheerfully and takes the soda, with a slight scoff from Crow) Anyway, I've been dropping off this promotional video, to target the youth of the world in a hope to instill Olympic values! TOM: (approaches the doorway) So, you're going to tell the viewers about the importance of sportmanship, comradery and compeition? KURT: Actually, the original plan called for furry animals... Anyway! (rummages through his gym bag and pulls out a video, handing it to Mike) Here's the video. I'll be back in a while to see what you all think of it. (Looks down at the Bots) Awww... you got some of those here! I saw one of you guys in the movies. Ha ha... (raises his hands up) "Johnny Five is alive!" (Kurt continues to laugh, reminicing, while Mike and the Bots laugh along... politely) Well, see you in half an hour? MIKE (still smiling politely) Can do! CROW: Yuppers! TOM: Yeah... (whispers to Crow) Be nice to the Nice Spandex Man... [Kurt Angle departs, along with the heroic music. Leaving a rather baffled trio in its wake.] MIKE: ...Well, not everyday wrestlers leave empowering videos at your foot steps. Shall we check it out? (walks over to the TV to insert the video) TOM (fuming, settling onto the couch): Why didn't he just go "Ay yi yi" while he was at it... CROW: Say, Mike, when do *we* get heroic theme music? MIKE: Next time we shop, hon. CROW: Cool! [The video hums to life, as titles fill the screen...] > Sydney 2000: Official Site of the Sydney 2000 Olympic Games. > September 15 to October 1 Mike: As opposed to those Sydney 2000 games in Perth... > THE LEGEND OF THE MASCOTS Tom: In bountiful Technicolor! [Crow hums legend of Zelda theme] > "This is Millie, Syd, and Olly- an echidna, a platypus, and > a kookaburra. They are the mascots of the Sydney 2000 Olympic Games." Mike: "What happens when three Downunda Mobians share an apartment, at starting getting *real?* This is their story..." > "One hot Sydney summer evening, a wet and wild storm swept > three young Australian animals from their homes." Crow: A wet and wild storm... *of passion*! > "In their desperate search for shelter, all three happened > across the same warm, protected hollow at exactly the same time, Mike: "Bob! You huddling for safety here, too? Small world, man." > huddling together for safety." Tom: Which is where the slasher found them and patiently knocked them off one by one... Millie, do you like scary movies? > "Just as suddenly as it started, the storm stopped, Crow: Storm go on, storm go off. Storm go on, storm go off... > and 2000 stars lit the clear night sky." Tom: "Where did the other stars go? Hell if we know. We just narrate -- we don't create the strange events leading up to the Legend." Mike: Of course, many of those stars were no more bright than Joe Don Baker or Jon Lovitz. > "The three animals looked at each other and grinned." > "Other animals were beginning to appear from their hiding > spots when the spirit of the Southern Cross announced that the three > young animals had found their way to a special place in Sydney Mike: The spirit of the Southern Cross has a P.A. system? Tom: "Hi, I'm the Spirit of the Southern Cross. You may have seen me in such legends as..." > — a > place called Millennium Park." Crow: Given that Millennium Park was a dirt-ridden hollow in the ground, it clearly indicated that the Spirit of the Southern Cross was on a *reaaaaal* tight budget. > "The spirit said that at the dawn of a new millennium people > from all around the world would come together here for a dazzling > festival of sport and culture Tom: And also, the Olympics > -- a global celebration of peace, > friendship and universal understanding." Mike: And a place to spend a whole metric ton of money Crow: Then again, it also said that the earth would be conquered by superintelligent hamsters from Saturn... > "The Southern Cross then asked the three animals if they > would be the official mascots for this great event." Crow: The three animals promptly contacted their lawyers to negotiate a contract. Tom: And NOW you KNOW... the REST of the STORY > "They each accepted this honour with a solemn nod and a full > heart, Tom: "And then they made s'mores and forgot all about it." Mike: "Weren't we supposed to do something?" Crow: "I'm sure it wasn't important." > promising to give their new role their very all ...." Crow: And thus, the path to selling out was begun. Mike: "We'll... we'll merchandise the *hell* out of ourselves!" > MEET MILLIE ALL: Hi Millie! Mike: She's 5'3", blonde, enjoys long walks on the beach... > "Millie is an echidna who lives in a stylish little burrow beneath Millennium Park." Crow: Does she have nifty dreadlocks that allow her to fly? Tom: It's decorated with the latest from Ikea's Monotreme Line. Made Smial Beautiful last month. > "Named for the new millennium, Mike: Oh, Millie! Like millenium! Ha ha ha ha... kill me. > she personifies Sydney's hope and > optimism at the dawning of the year 2000." Crow: So... That's why she's buried the hell under the place. Tom: So, all the hope and optimism for the new millennium can be captured in a small, unattractive animal. Such things Sydney will accomplish... > "A very hip and modern young woman, she's a whiz with new technology Mike: New and amazing equals small, spiny egg-laying mammal. Sure, I can see it. Tom: So, a creature with no opposable digits is on edge with new technology? > -- if you want to know what's new and cool, just ask Millie." Crow: Millie has her finger on the pulse of echidna society! Just look at how stylish her burrow is! > "A natural teacher and the undisputed brains of the mascot > trio, Millie is always taking notes and coming up with creative ideas." Tom: ... the echidna is the *brains*, folks. This does not bode well. Crow: Millie fulfills all facets required of her stereotype. Mike: You mean the Way Kewl Well-Connected Modern Glamour Girl? Crow: She's a Diva Star! > "While at first you might think that Millie is a very serious > young insect-eater, Mike: She makes sucking the entrails out of beetles exciting and EXTREME! > she also likes to have fun and loves sport." Tom: She especially enjoys drinking heavily on weekends to forget about her profound emotional pain. > "With her strong muscular body and sharp mind, she excels at > anything that involves strategy and accuracy, Mike: Wow. Echidnas really are a master race. Tom: Millie is perfect in every way. You *will* bow. Crow: She also plays a bitchin' game of "You Don't Know Jack". > particularly archery, > gymnastics and fencing." Crow: ... well, she *must* be muscular, if she can pick up a fencing foil that's *how* many times her size... Tom: How does she bend a bowstring without any hands...? > "Millie's greatest dream is to build a more peaceful world by > educating people through sport." Tom: Ah, sport is fun... I can play sport for day on end. Mike: You must compete mercilessly to destroy all opponents, and base your self-worth on your success! ^-^ Crow: Millie is a strong Aryan girl. She will dominate the world. > ABOUT THE ECHIDNA Tom: The echidna is a lovely and scenic animal native to the Southern Hemisphere... > "With its bristling spines and long, pointed snout, the echidna, > or "spiny anteater", is found across most of Australia." Crow: Upon crossing the equator, Echidnas tend to explode. Mike: Australia: Home of weird-ass animals since 100,000 B.C.E.! > "Solitary by nature, the echidna lives in an underground > burrow, Tom: A stylish burrow... > using its long, sticky tongue -- which it can extend up > to 18 centimetres -- to feed on ants and termites." Crow: Its tongue has other uses, but we don't feel that they accurately represent the spirit of the Olympics. > "Along with the platypus, Mike: o/~ Their cousin called Monotreme! Dead uncle Allotheria! o/~ > the echidna belongs to one of the > rarest and most bizarre animal subclasses in the world, the monotremes, > or egg-laying mammals." Tom: What was God smoking? Crow: This class includes the platypus, the echidna, and the kobold... > "After mating, the female echidna lays a single egg which she > carries in a pouch on her belly." Mike: "The male echidna buys a compensatory expensive car and starts having an affair with his 20-year-old secretary." Tom: ... oh, come *on*. It's just a marsupial poser! Crow: That's why Millie is so hip! Tom: But she's the animal equivalent of a fake homey! > "After 10 days the egg hatches, with the baby echidna remaining in its mother's pouch until it is six weeks old." Mike: Longer if the mother has a working T3 connection. Crow: And continuing to beg the mother for handouts and action figures for several years afterwards... Tom: Then, it is to get its spiny ass out of the house and get a *job*. > "After emerging from the pouch the baby stays with its mother until it can survive in the bush alone." Tom: "These vital survival skills include purchasing furniture and learning to teach via sport. Millie is a model echidna!" Mike: I can't help but imagine someone using Millie in a Sonic fanfic... Crow: She's the hip, stylish new guardian of the Chaos Emeralds! > MEET OLLY Mike: But we were still getting to know Millie! Crow: It's the Sifl n' Olly show! ALL: ROCK! > "Olly (as in Olympic), is a kookaburra and he lives in the tallest tree in Millennium Park." Tom: The two foot sappling that the building developers overlooked! Mike: o/~ Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree, modern modern mascot bird is he... o/~ > "His gregarious, honest, enthusiastic, loyal and open-hearted personality reflects the Olympic spirit of universal friendship." Crow: So... He's the bitch of the three mascots. Mike: Yet he sits in his tree and mocks. We think he may be lying about the universal friendship thing." Tom: Beacause nothing fosters friendship more than knowing your country beat the pants off of every other country and thinking it somehow makes *you* better than them. > "Maybe that's why he was chosen as the custodian of the five rings, Mike: (ominous) Five rings for the stupid kookaburra in his stupid tree... Crow: Actually, he was just chosen because he's the only one with natural polishing cloths. Tom: Shine the rings, Olly, shine the rings. Geez. You'd think they could at least spend a couple bucks on rags or somp'n... > the symbol of the ethos and history of the Olympic Games." Mike: (dramatic) As the Ringbearer, he is the opponent of Sauron, the Lidless Eye of Non-Olympicness. Tom: Unfortunately, once Olly made it to Mt. Doom, he succumbed to the lure of the Five Rings, and his loyal companion Sam the Eagle was forced to push him into the volcano... > "A bit on the cocky side, Olly doesn't mind mixing it with the > athletes at times, as what he lacks in patience, he more than makes up > for with speed." Mike: Unfortunately, his cocky speed doesn't sit well with the *female* athletes... Crow: You do realize what you just said, right? Mike: Of *course* I do. Crow: Making sure the pun was intentional, that's all. > "Olly is a fact-finder and a communicator -- some might > say he's a bit of a gossip Tom: He's cheaper than a phone, and he almost never gets crucial information wrong. > -- always flying around to find out the > latest news, although he sometimes gets things wrong." Mike: He's his very own Telephone game! Crow: Though after the third report of nuclear war, no-one really paid much attention to him anymore. > "Syd and Millie still laugh about the time he told them > about an exciting new holiday resort for spiders called the > World Wide Web!" Tom: ...I have the feeling I should laugh now. Mike: Australian humor hurts, apparently. Crow: This thing needs a laugh track. Just to tell us where the jokes are. > "Olly is a natural comedian who loves to play practical > jokes, Tom: Most creatures secretly mock Olly's dumbassed antics! > but what his friends love most about him is that he can > always laugh at himself." Crow: ... right before he crawls into his dressing room and cries the bitter tears of a clown... Mike: Olly can also laugh at moss, rocks, and Carrot Top. He's very easily amused. > ABOUT THE KOOKABURRA Crow: The kookaburra is what you get when LSD is a part of your nutritious breakfast. Tom: Isn't that the command that, if you type it into Netscape, it pops up that big red screen about Mozilla? > "Measuring between 42 and 46 centimetres and weighing > in at over half a kilogram, the kookaburra is the largest > member of the kingfisher family." Mike: It's a king among kingfishers Tom: The Kingfisher family has long ruled Lousiana politics, starting in the new Deal era... > "With its large strong beak, variegated brown feathers > and white-grey belly -- males sport distinctive iridescent blue > markings on their wings-- the kookaburra is a familiar sight > across both rural and urban Australia." Crow: Not a pleasant sight, but certainly a familiar one. Mike: Kookaburras are commonly found in the grillework of SUVs... > "It moves with a family group and lives on a diet of > small mammals, Tom: Small mammals... like echindas? Mike: Five bucks say that Olly and Millie duke it out before the games begin. > snakes, lizards and insects." Crow: Corn... chicken... green pepper... maybe a little grad student... Mike: IT'S A COOKBOOK! > "The kookaburra is also known as the "laughing jackass" > because of its loud, comical, human-like laugh -- a sound that > always evokes Australia. Tom: Like Yahoo Serious? Crow: Or Jim Carrey. Mike: Or the Phantom Dictator of Krankor! Tom: Australia! Land of Laughing Jackasses! > MEET SYD Mike: Yes! Sex Pistols! Rock! Crow: Yes, but does he... want to be... anarchy?!! Tom: In the city! ALL: God Save the Queen! > "Syd the platypus, named for the city of the 2000 Games, > is a dynamic fellow Crow: A handsome bachelor from Canberra, Syd enjoys long walks in the moonlight, nude swimming, and freshly killed cockroaches! Tom: He was also originally thought to be a bunch of other animals all sewn together. Mike: Psy, yi yi! Headaches abound! > -- a team player and a natural leader whose > energy and vigour reflects that of Australia and its people." Mike: The energy and vigor of a small furry animal. Australia is truly a proud and mighty nation. Crow: Much like Australia, Syd is known to be highly poisonous. > "Syd admires all athletes -- he's the mascot trio's resident > cheerleader Tom: ... A platypus, male cheerleader.... Crow: Okay, is there any possible way to read that *cleanly*? Just checking here... Tom: He even wears the miniskirt! Syd likes the miniskirt! Mike: I can imagine Syd laughing like Team Rocket's James now... > -- and his motivational skills can inspire anyone to bring > home the gold." Crow: Whether it be through legal methods or not. Mike: Syd's got Spartan Spirit. Yes he does. > "Quite a sportsman himself, Syd's sturdy body and muscular limbs > give him the speed and agility to excel at most sports, Tom: Ah, yes, speed and agility. Just what platypi are known for. Mike: Yes, Syd can run 50 feet! > although swimming > is his favourite." Tom: The poison spurs in his feet give him an added edge when the judges are distracted. Mike: Syd loves those watersports! Crow: No way! He's flagging paisley! Mike: Eh, what Syd does in the privacy of his own bathtub is his own business, I suppose. > "Even if he doesn't win a race he'll always finish, because > it's not so much winning that counts to him as how he plays the game." Crow: And, he plays *dirty*. Tom: Of course, since Syd sucks, his self-esteem is pretty much screwed. Mike: Much like his physical structure. > "In fact, there are only two things that get up Syd's snout Mike: His fingers Tom: And, of course, massive amounts of crack cocaine. > -- bad sports and environmental vandals." Crow: Syd has been known to fly into a blind rage at the mere mention of candlepin bowling. Mike: And don't even get him started on Worm Wrestle... > "An easygoing bloke most of the time, if Syd sees > anybody littering the land or polluting the water he won't > hesitate to thump his tail and let them know what he thinks." Tom: And then gets his pitiful ass kicked. Mike: Syd also spikes trees and sabotages industrial equipment to increase fatalities. Tom: ... Syd is the Diabolik of all wildlife. Mike: More like Pumaman. Crow: o/~ Plat-y-pus! He swims like a moron! o/~ > "It is because he cares so deeply about our world > that Syd was chosen as the environmental mascot." Tom: By your powers combined... I AM CAPTAIN PLATYPUS! > ABOUT THE PLATYPUS Crow: What about the platypus? Mike: Platypi do not exist, and are merely a product of your messed-up imagination. Please go home. > "The platypus, or "duckbilled platypus", has the bill > of a duck, the body of the otter, the tail of a beaver, large > webbed forefeet and a double coat of fur." Tom: So it's a natural Invador. Mike: We think God made it solely to mock Australia. > "Living as part of a family group -- the plural of > platypus is platypi -- the platypus makes its home in vast, > intricate tunnels which it digs into the sides of river banks > and creeks (some tunnels can extend over 20 metres)." Crow: Some tunnels are taken over by little men smoking pipes who have odd dwarven runes carved on their doors and go off on grand adventures... wait. Tom: Platypi are known to be deadly in trench warfare. > "While the platypus can move on land to get around, > the webbing on its front feet extends below the toes, making > it a little slow and ungainly." Crow: This, just after we said Syd was fast and agile. We're full of crap, folks! Mike: Fortunately, in a hush-hush operation, Syd had this portion of his webbing removed... > "On the other hand, it's thanks to those same big webbed > feet and flat paddle tail that the platypus is in its element underwater." Tom: Oh, right. The platypus is an accomplished water mage. Mike: "BLASTOISE used SURF against PLATYPUS! It's not very effective!" > "It is beneath the surface that the platypus finds the crustaceans, molluscs, frogs, worms and insect larvae that form its diet." Crow: Platypi have a very similar diet to the French. > "Interestingly, while underwater, the platypus closes its > eyes, nostrils and ears, relying solely on the sensitivity of its > bill to locate its food." Mike: The banks rack up a lot of interest on the platypus this way. See cause of... the bill and... Tom: Yeah... > "Like the echidna, the platypus is a monotreme, or an egg-laying mammal." Mike: "This comes from the Greek root words mono, meaning one, and treme, meaning... treme." Crow: No, it's treme, meaning... EXTREME!! Tom: EXTREME egg-laying! Whoo! [The screen goes black, and the tape begins to rewind as Mike and the Bots relax.] Tom: So this years Olympic icons are a trio of Downunda Freedom Fighters? Mike: With the power of Sport (tm) Crow: I wanna be like Millie when I grow up, Mike! Mike: (awkwardly) That's nice... say, isn't that Kurt guy coming back here soon? Tom: Yeah-- oh Mike? Think you can help us for our review of his tape? Mike: Do what I can, sure. [Mike and the Bots huddle to plan, and we cut to some stock footage of the outside of Mike's apartment complex, accompanied by instrumental pop music. We return as Mike, holding a bundle of loose leaf sheets of paper opens the door to let Kurt Angle in...] KURT: (striding in) So, I assume you've had enough time to review this up and coming feature? MIKE: Sure have, Mr Angle. Actually we've come up with some additions you might want to add-- if you have the time, of course. KURT: (smiles) By all means. [The WWF champion leans back comfortably in Mike's short couch, then arches a brow as Tom Servo comes in with a pair of grey round ears and a snout positioned around his dome, as well as a fur covered vest around his stout body.] TOM: Well, I, Mr Angle, submit a new Mascot to join the inteprid trio. *MEL*, representing another Austrailian metropolis, Melbourne. I travel among the Olympic village, offering eucalyptus flavored comfort to athletes in the parch Outback climate. Come, Olympian, partake of a lozange! [TOM holds out an amber colored halls out to Kurt with his stubby gloved arm... The gold medalist is rather taken back...] KURT: (smiles nervously) ...Umm, no thanks. [The door to the bedroom opens up, and smoke billows out as the silouette of Crow strides through. Some long ears can be seen poking out of its head, and he wears boxing gloves on his loosely hanging arms. Kurt and Mike cough as the smoke fades from his dramatic entrance. The rest of Crow's body is encased in black fur, matching his ears.] CROW: (dramatically) And I am... Orochi Roo. TOM: (scoffs) You're a Disney character with a dye job, Crow. CROW: (Continuing) As the enforcer of the Mascots, I use my natural boxing skill to battle all that is Un-Olympic. (normal) Cool, huh? TOM: You look like a Forbidden Pokemon from the new gold and silver games. CROW: That's it! You vish to fisticuffs, Mel!? C'mere! [As the Bots scuffle awkwardly, Kurt sits up, rather stunned at the display. Mike Nelson wanders over to the couch.] MIKE: Now granted, I'm not as artistic as the Bots, so I just went with a more literary route. I've written a tale where terrorists try to abduct key members of the US gymnastics team. Thankfully, Millie utilizes her archery skills and gimmick arrows to thwart the villians! KURT: ... MIKE: (flips through his papers) ...oh, and after the girls are returned, Millie scores with Knuckles. KURT: (bolting upright from the couch) WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!? (Mike recoils with a start) You've taken a project that my associates have worked... *hours* on and turned it into a mockery. MIKE: (shrugs) Well... yeah... KURT: (spinning and pointing to the Bots) And *you two!* (The bots stop their fighting) I thought you were whimsical and kooky robots, but... but the both of you are just juvinille and cynical piles of tin! TOM: (dejected) Yeah... CROW (equally dejected) S'pose you're right... [They turn to each other, then back to the Olympian.] TOM and CROW: (cheerfully) Ain't it great? KURT: (infuriated) Gah... Ya know, forget it, forget the furballs-- *I'LL* continue to be the paragon of the Olympic Spirit! I've been doing a fair enough job already what's a little longer? [Suddenly the door to apartment is flung open, as a four foot tall anthropomorphic echindas strides in. She has some of her quills styled into dreadlocks, which hang down along the side of her head, as well as a quiver of arrows across her back.] MILLIE: That's what *you* think, buster! The Spirit of the Southern Cross may forgive you, but *I* shall not! There's only room for one Olympic icon in this town, mister! KURT: Very well... (snags a nearby folding chair and brandishes it menacingly) choose your weapon! [With a perky smile, Millie spins her wrist, reveiling a long handle with a flowing ribbon floating to the ground attached to it. The WWF Champion pales and takes a step back...] KURT: Rhythmic Gymnastics... I shall not permit such black arts, you furry succubus! Have at thee! (He charges towards Millie, and the melee tumbles off screen) [Millie's other cohorts, the Australian native bird Olly, and the platypus Syd walk into the apartment, as a very worried Mike looks of screen] SYD: Eya, fellas, ya gotta forgive th' lass here, she gets I wee rilled up at times. OLLY: (cheerful) Kinda cute when she is though ya'know? SYD: Don't be an odd bird, bub... CROW: ...we have a professioinal wrestler and a furry brawling in our apartment. MIKE: Wonder if it covers this in the lease (A loud crunch is heard off screen) THE COFFEE TABLE! (Mike rushes off screen) OLLY: ...Still, mate, I'd be hard pressed ta say this is worse than Battlebots. BOTS: (offended) HEY! OLLY: (smiles nervously) Sorry, sorry, no offense ya know... TOM: I should say not... (turns to Syd) Lozange? SYD: Ah, thanks, bub... [Syd pops the candy drop into his mouth, and joins Olly and the Bots in watch the off-screen brawl as we fade to black...] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- And it's good to back! This is a rather unique project, originally discoverd on the Olympic website at. My other MSTing projects?... I'm currently working on Ratliff's Ranma fanfic "A Little Earlier" another online special, as well as the annual MSTing project of Trey Tackett's "Lost in the Multiverse." ^^; Oh, and of course, I head a little Evangelion related project starring DJ Croft... Anyway, I'm glad to be back in the MSTing groove, and I'll see ya next time. Timothy McLees > Millie is an echidna who lives in a stylish little burrow beneath > Millennium Park. Named for the new millennium, she personifies Sydney's > hope and optimism at the dawning of the year 2000. A very hip and modern > young woman, she's a whiz with new technology -- if you want to know > what's new and cool, just ask Millie."