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Post by J. T./Jessica on Dec 10, 2006 1:55:38 GMT -5
With the Demon Spiritzord, Shark Wild Zord and Dolphin Ninja Zord tied to the Megaship by cables, the three of them began moving, slowly pulling it behind them.
“This will take too long,” T.J. grumbled.
“At least we’re moving again,” Daniel retorted over the communication channel.
“So… Anyone have any embarrassing stories to tell?” Justin asked.
Daniel laughed.
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“So, she hits him with her hairbrush, right? He grumbles and says, ‘I don’t need this. I’m not even supposed to be here today.’”
At the others’ silence, Daniel shrugged, “I guess it’s something you’d have to be on the inside to get.”
“How are you guys still free?” Tori finally asked.
“What can we say? People like us.”
“Really?” Ethan asked, “Name some.”
“We like us.”
“Doesn’t count.”
“Hm… The girls who always hit on him at the mall like J.T.”
“Isn’t he dating someone?”
“Yeah, I’m waiting on Jessica to snap and kill one of the trixies that are doing it.”
“’Trixie’?” T.J. wondered.
“Daniel slang,” Ethan explained, “Think human Barbie dolls with less intelligence than the plastic ones.”
“You forgot the part about being more sexually forward than Paris Hilton on television,” Daniel chided.
“Hey, I haven’t had as long to learn how you speak as some people.”
“You think I’M hard to understand, you should try to understand the psychotic dragon-ninja…”
“Psychotic… what?” Max was having a hard time believing his ears.
“Psychotic. Dragon. Ninja. …Let’s just say that we’re all crazy, but J.T. may very well be insane and leave it at that, okay?”
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Post by Enigma! on Dec 11, 2006 0:20:43 GMT -5
Hooray! You're still writing it!
Amendament: Psycho. MILITARY. Dragon. Ninja. Or have you forgotten your G.I. Joe obsession?
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Dec 11, 2006 0:37:49 GMT -5
Nope, but it didn't fit the line.
I should note that when I was trying to tell Amanda about this, her thoughts were locked on Rowen and Yoroidan Troopers...
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Dec 13, 2006 14:04:28 GMT -5
“I swear to God, I’m telling the truth, guys,” Chad said adamantly.
“A mermaid?” Max asked, disbelieving, “You’re trying to tell us you dated a mermaid? Pull the other one, Lightspeed.”
“I believe him,” Tori said, “I mean, we’re in space, chasing a space pirate that one of us is dating, trying to stop her from reclaiming a space station. Not to mention, we’re doing that because every single one of us is part of a group that runs around in spandex, fights monsters and pilots giant robots like in some Japanese TV show.”
“It’s not spandex, it’s lycra,” Daniel corrected.
“And that’s really any different?” Blake asked
“According to my fiancée, ‘Lycra’s funnier’.”
“Ah. And the girlfriend… or fiancée is always right.”
“Exactly.”
“You guys are whipped with a capital ‘W’,” Justin laughed.
“Not whipped,” Tori responded, “Just smart.”
“Yeah,” Ethan added, “Pay attention. You might need to know how to do this yourself one day.”
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