The Electric Warrior frowned with concentration,
Memories of old engagements picking at his brain. There had to
be a protocol, Wacky though this host now seemed to be. Did
grandpa Pinkynose play croquette, Or lead battalions of galactic
goats? At last he typed: paramaters unclear -- require
coordinates of time and place.
What the starburst blazes was that! Ah, quizzlenuts! We've been
hacked again. Signature frequency of a video parlour junky ...
Listen punk, we're gonna' burn you lot. I'll personally barbeque
and chew your toes ... Pinky's voice shrilled, but his pixelated
eyes stayed impassive. The gunner's lips curled. Screen bot, he