Thursday, December 27, 2007

"Me me me. What is it with you Jon?"


"No, Professor. It's a Meme," The Intergalactic Gladiator responded. "I tagged you so you are morally obligated to respond to the Meme. In this case it's the Splotchy continuing story Meme."


"Don't you think this might just be bad timing? I mean you and Hudson are about to sneak undercover into Mystique's mercenary store front operation to find out why she set you up with that faked photo of you and Emma Frost in bed together. Couldn't this have waited for later?"


"What you fail to realize Professor is that while Hudson and I are making like James Bond, you're going to be out here alone. This will keep you busy. I'm just trying to look out for you."


"But what you fail to realize is that I planned to monitor your progress telepathically and this will distract me."


"Okay then, I've got the perfect soultion. Finish the Meme quickly." Jon winked as he and Hudson hurried off to Dis Guy's Inc.


Fine. A Meme. Let's see, the story so far is here - http://joninterglad.blogspot.com/2007/12/splotchys-story-meme.html


Or the short versioon - it's something about a creepy eyeball granting wishes. Okay, here goes:


One more wish. What should I wish for? Hmmm. Oh I know.

"Okay geneye, how about this - cure all human diseases."


The eye ball stared at me. It stared for a long time. It never blinked. I mean of course it couldn't blink because it had no eyelids, but still, it was very disturbing.


"Cure all diseases? You don't think small, do you buddy? I don't know if I can do it but I'll give it a shot. For magic of this power though, I'll need to channel my power with some natural material. Do you have any leather on you, by any chance?"


"Well . . just my wallet," I told him.


"That'll do."


"You want me to give you my wallet?"


"Just for a few moments," he answered.


"I don't know . . ."


"To cure all diseases on the world you won't let me hold your wallet for a minute?"


"Well okay, I guess. Let me just take the cash out . ."


"You don't trust me? I'm a geneye for Pete's sake! What the heck am I going to do with your money?"


"Okay fine. Here's my wallet."


I handed my wallet over to the eye. He immediately began waving it about and started chanting wildly. That same positive feeling from a moment ago washed over me. I could actually feel my own body getting stronger and healthier. Somehow I just knew all over the world everyone was having the same reaction. My eyes closed as I felt a oness with all mankind.


My door slamming woke me from my reverie.


"Sucker!" I heard the geneye yell as it ran down my driveway, clutching my wallet.


That bastard!

Now I'm going to tag Henchman, Vegeta and Robin.

Monday, December 10, 2007

"Oh man, this is so cool! It's like were doing James Bond stuff, you know?"

"Alright, Hudson," Jon said, "at least pretend you're an adult, okay?"

"Hudson. Private Hudson."

"Your name is Rod Hammer for this mission. Focus!"

"Okay you two," I said, interrupting Jon and Hudson. "I see Mystique's store front there on the next block. Dis Guy's, Inc."

"What the heck does that mean?" Hudson asked.

"Obviously it's a play on words," Jon told him.

"That's pretty feeble," responded Hudson. "It doesn't really mean anything, you know? My line about Tittsburg was a lot funnier."

"No, it wasn't," Jon answered back with anger in his voice.

Either against his better judgment or in complete ignorance, Hudson came over to me and nudged my shoulder. "Did you hear that line I came up with, Professor?"

Before I could answer, he went on. "When I saw that hot check in girl at the airport I asked for 2 pickets to Tittsburg. Get it? She had this low cut top on and . ."

"I got it," I answered. "Hilarious. Now let's concentrate on the mission. Your disguise is in place. Your name is Rod Hammer and you're going in first. Jon will 10 minutes so that you can establish yourself with Mystique and then he will enter the store."

"And what are you going to be doing again?" Hudson asked.

"I've told you a dozen times already! I'll be back here, coordinating telepathically. We don't want Mystique to sense my presence. Now then, are you ready?"

"Ready," they both answered.

"Then let's go."
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