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Beacon Academy / Re: Only the best of Hello's. [Team SSDS]
« on: January 05, 2017, 02:24:09 AM »
"Hey, Nutcracker. How 'bout you?"
Meanwhile, inside the control room of Unit Symbl, pandemonium erupted.
"Sir, the boy just asked us what we want for consumption!"
"I can see that lieutenant. Corporal, put our options on screen."
"Impossible, sir! None of us were listening! I'm afraid we were in the war room, trying to prepare a response for this exact situation!"
"Goddammit." The Commander chomped down on his cigar in an effort to calm his nerves; for the first time, it didn't work. "What does the science team say?!"
"They report that the stomach could either take any food, or reject everything immediately, sir." The poor Corporal had to dive for cover as the Commander threw his chair at him.
"What good does that report do us?!" He took a deep breath and stomped on his cigar. "Alright, let's just let the Instinct take this one.
"Lobster with Garlic Butter melted over it?" Symbol suggested. Diesal stared at him. The lunchlady stared at him. The people in the line around them stared at him. In fact it felt like the entire HALL stopped just to stare at him.
The Commander stood on the control deck, frozen in his mounting rage. "Get me Higher Functions."
"No one is responding, sir." The Corporal squeaked.
Out of things in reaching distance to throw, the Commander threw the only thing left at the Corporal - himself.
"ARRRRRRGHHH!!"
Meanwhile, inside the control room of Unit Symbl, pandemonium erupted.
"Sir, the boy just asked us what we want for consumption!"
"I can see that lieutenant. Corporal, put our options on screen."
"Impossible, sir! None of us were listening! I'm afraid we were in the war room, trying to prepare a response for this exact situation!"
"Goddammit." The Commander chomped down on his cigar in an effort to calm his nerves; for the first time, it didn't work. "What does the science team say?!"
"They report that the stomach could either take any food, or reject everything immediately, sir." The poor Corporal had to dive for cover as the Commander threw his chair at him.
"What good does that report do us?!" He took a deep breath and stomped on his cigar. "Alright, let's just let the Instinct take this one.
"Lobster with Garlic Butter melted over it?" Symbol suggested. Diesal stared at him. The lunchlady stared at him. The people in the line around them stared at him. In fact it felt like the entire HALL stopped just to stare at him.
The Commander stood on the control deck, frozen in his mounting rage. "Get me Higher Functions."
"No one is responding, sir." The Corporal squeaked.
Out of things in reaching distance to throw, the Commander threw the only thing left at the Corporal - himself.
"ARRRRRRGHHH!!"


