No Topic

[The Arapaho Kid]

THAT'S JUST ABOUT THE SIZE OF IT, MISTER SPOCK.  I CANNA DO ANYTHING UNTIL THE TRANSPORTER IS FIXED.  MY CREW IS WORKIN' ON IT NOW, BUT THINGS ARE GOIN' SLOW!

[Derby Younger]

YOU MAY BEAM ME UP, MISTER SCOTT.  THERE DOESN'T APPEAR TO BE ANY LOGICAL LIFEFORMS IN THIS THREAD!

Don't let the air lock hit you in the ----------------- ye pointy eared freak.

[Derby Younger]

SEZ WHO?

Da Bong do. Shadow too.

[The Arapaho Kid]

SPOCK...PAY NO ATTENTION TO THIS OTHER SUB-SPACE CHATTER.  SIT TIGHT.  WE'LL HAVE YOU OUT OF THERE IN AN HOUR, OR TWO.

[The Arapaho Kid]

HEY YOU!  WITH THE POINTY EARS!  GET OVER HERE! WE'RE GONNA HAVE A TALK!

[The Arapaho Kid]

CAPTAIN.....MISTER SCOTT.....HOLD THE RESCUE ATTEMPT FOR THREE SOLAR HOURS.  I JUST DISCOVERED SOMETHING INTERESTING AND I NEED TO....UH.....EXPLORE THIS.  SPOCK OUT!

[The Arapaho Kid]

Y'KNOW.....I THINK IT'S GONNA BE ANOTHER ONE OF "THOSE DAYS" IN THE NO TOPIC THREAD!  I'M SO BORED I COULD EAT CHINESE FOOD!  ANYONE WANTA GO OUT AND SHOOT SOME HOOPS?

[Birdgun Quail]

OH MISTER QUAIL!  YOU DO KNOW THE WAY TO A GIRL'S HEART, BUT UNFORTUNATELY I AM ALLERGIC TO CHOCOLATE!

Ms Coltrain, I have a whole jar of other types of candies.  There is lemon drops, peppermints, carmels, cherry and strawberry hard suckers.  I'm sure we can find some candy that you could eat.  I'll even unwrap them for you.

[Badlands Walker]

OH NO!  Not this thread again!!!   

[Derby Younger]

I'm like, whatever.

[Badlands Walker]

This has got to be a younger feller, cuz us old cranky farts don't talk like that!

[The Arapaho Kid]

OH MISTER QUAIL....I DO APPRECIATE YOUR EFFORTS HERE, BUT I'M JUST NOT INTERESTED IN YOUR CANDY.  I DON'T EAT A LOT OF THAT BECAUSE I HAVE TO MAINTAIN MY GIRLISH FIGURE.  WE NEWS ANCHORS HAVE TO PRESENT THE PROPER IMAGE, YOU KNOW.

[The Arapaho Kid]

I DON'T KNOW, ZORK.  THEY SEND US HERE TO THIS LITTLE BLUE MARBLE ON A BACKWATER BRANCH OF THE GALAXY TO STUDY EARTH BEINGS.  WE WIND UP HERE AND THEY AREN'T MAKING ANY SENSE AT ALL!  THERE'S NOTHING CONNECTED TO ANYTHING IN THIS THREAD!  I THINK WE SHOULD WARP OUTA HERE AND GO STUDY MARTIANS!

[The Arapaho Kid]

HEY ZORK!  YOU NEED TO GO BACK TO THE HOME PLANET AND PICK UP A NEW, SPORT MODEL SAUCER LIKE OURS!  THAT OLD RELIC OF YOURS HAS SEEN BETTER DAYS!

[The Arapaho Kid]

MISTER QUAIL:  I KNOW YOU HAVE A KEEN INTEREST IN ME, BUT THE FEELING ISN'T MUTUAL.  PERHAPS I COULD INTEREST YOU IN MY SISTER, BARBARA.  SHE SHOOTS CAS AND DRIVES A BIG HARLEY ROAD KING.  SHE CAN SLUG DOWN BEER WITH THE BEST OF THEM!  I THINK YOU MIGHT LKE HER.  HERE'S HER PICTURE.

THANKS.....DEBBIE

[Birdgun Quail]

Oh, Ms Coltrain, I'm crushed.   Oh, the broken heart.   Oh, the rejection.   I just may die.



And I'm taking Derby's hat with me!

[Derby Younger]

Life's a Coltrain.

[The Arapaho Kid]

DIE?  ACCORDING TO CAS CITY RULE NUMBER NINTEEN, SUB PARAGRAPH C...YOU HAVE TO GIVE TWO WEEKS NOTICE TO DO THAT.  THAT WILL GIVE MARSHAL HALLOWAY AMPLE TIME TO TRAIN A REPLACEMENT.

[Derby Younger]

Told ya, a Coltrain.

[Birdgun Quail]

FLUSH...FLUSH...
??Why aren't I going anywhere??