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LuvFry

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« on: 04-05-2007 10:13 »

Here it is, my first fanfic. I'll warn you: it tends to be a bit dramatic, because, let's face it: comedy is hard!

I'll post the first part, and if anyone is interested in the rest of it, I'll continue. If not I'll just let it die quietly at the bottom of the page...

So without further ado:

Free-fall

Part one

There was a loud crack.

Leela screamed.

Leela felt herself begin to free-fall backwards into the gaping canyon. As she did, her thoughts raced about a million things at once.
Her eye darted furiously about trying to locate anything to grab onto. She found nothing.

Her parents! She just met them. It wasn’t fair that she should be yanked away so viciously, so quickly, before she even got to share the joy of children with them.

She would never have children! Her entire life up to this point had been filled with daydreams of a better life for her future children. They would have a home, a mom and dad, and grandparents...

Nibbler! Who would look after him? Who would feed him? What if the search for her body completely consumed everyone’s time and they completely forgot about him?
Well, she thought, at least Fry would be searching for her...

Fry.

Leela had stopped fighting her impending death. She had no reason to struggle, nothing to struggle against. She felt her weightlessness, and a funny thought crossed her mind. At this moment in time, she had feeling. Real feeling. For years she had lived with half-baked emotions. Emptiness. Now at the moment that it would do her no profit, she felt.

Her thoughts shifted back to her friend. For years she had convinced herself that Fry was better off as a friend to her. She always held him at arms length while she chased some loser with some supposed good quality. She told herself that the reason she had no feeling was because none of them were right for her. Not Sean, not Adelaide, not Chazz, not Fry....

But, she thought, she had felt before. At one moment in her life, she had known joy. The freedom of letting her guard down just to enjoy the moment... The day when she and Fry had almost...
But it wasn’t right. It wasn’t really Fry... She hadn’t experienced true joy at all. Once again she had chosen a man based on distance. The worms kept the real Fry from her, so it was okay. She could deny it later. She cursed herself for hurting him the way she did, when she turned the real man down.

Fry. She smiled to herself as she went over his face in her mind’s eye. He loved her, and who knows, maybe if she had given him a real chance, she might have loved him, too. But, that was old news now. She would miss him, and she knew he would miss her. He would at least still have Bender, although, she didn’t really know how much help he would be.

Bender! He was sure to try and rifle off her stuff before her body was even cold. If only there were some way to make sure he didn’t sell her favorite dress... Just in case she wanted to be buried in it... What was she thinking? She wouldn’t be able to choose that, she’d be dead. Heck, there might not even be enough of her left to dress.

Leela abruptly changed her thoughts. The last thing she wanted her dying thoughts to be about was how Bender would ruin her funeral.

Fry.....

Leela landed abruptly on top of some one. She felt pain shoot through her body. She was finding it hard to breathe. She blacked out. The last thing she remembered was a white boot, and a green leg...

So, what did you think? Like I said earlier, I'll post the rest of it only if some one is interested in reading it. Hope yall enjoyed it!  smile
FuturamaPac

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« Reply #1 on: 04-05-2007 10:42 »

Oh! Oh! 
Great fanfic, please post more!
jle1993

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« Reply #2 on: 04-05-2007 11:36 »

Oh oh oh oh oh....oh my! That was good! I liked it, please write more!
LuvFry

Bending Unit
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« Reply #3 on: 04-05-2007 18:02 »

Woo-hoo! People are interested!

@FuturamaPac: Gee, I'm not sure...(evil laughter)

@jle1993: Oh my gosh! You read my fanfic... I think I may be hyperventilating... You liked it?
Hurray, she likes me!

Keep reading guys. I'll try to have the rest of it up by tommorrow, assuming I can make Fry sound in character...
ZoidFryLeelaAmy
Bending Unit
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« Reply #4 on: 04-05-2007 19:33 »

Hey, Thats good! I can't wait for the next part  love It's very well written!
Professor Zoidy

Urban Legend
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« Reply #5 on: 04-05-2007 22:06 »

Too short, I'm asking for more here. Not that I can complain too much, since the shorter it is, the more likely I'm to get to the end without skimming it over....
LuvFry

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« Reply #6 on: 04-05-2007 22:11 »

 
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Originally posted by Professor Zoidy:
Too short, I'm asking for more here. Not that I can complain too much, since the shorter it is, the more likely I'm to get to the end without skimming it over....

In that case:

The

  wink
FuturamaPac

Professor
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« Reply #7 on: 04-06-2007 02:19 »

I don't get it
LuvFry

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« Reply #8 on: 04-06-2007 09:04 »

Neither do I   hmpf (Just one of my failed attempts to be funny)

Without further ado, here's

Part two:

“Well, as I was saying the only real way to test for that sort of parasite is to completely remove the cerebr–

Fry wasn’t really listening to the Professor, not that he ever really did. Leela always briefed him later on what to do... or rather what not to do. But she wasn’t here right now. In fact the team hadn’t heard from she and Cubert for two days. Fry was worried about Leela. The rest of the team was worried about what Leela might do to Cubert.

“Don’t worry chump! Ole Bender will have everything back to normal in no time.”

“Really?” Fry looked hopeful as he stared at his metal friend.

“Sure, all I need are your wallet and credit cards, and we’ll have ole one-eye back as good as new!”

“Wow, Bender you sure are a good friend,” Fry gushed as he handed over his things.

If there was one thing he could count on, Fry thought, it was Bender. The Bending unit had never let him down before.....except when he’d stolen his blood.....and when he’d gotten Fry’s power of attorney....

Bender took them quickly, stashing them in his chest compartment.

“Yeah, sure.”

At that moment Bender’s eyes began to flash red.

“It would seem our friend Bender has finally finished downloading the new killbot software I installed two years ago to protect us from the evil Dalek transported to our world when that crack in the parallel universes was sealed up.”

Fry, Hermes and Amy gasped and simultaneously ducked wildly under the rocks and foliage abundant in the jungle-like terrain. Dr. Zoidberg, who’d been busy licking algae from a nearby rock was, as usual, oblivious to the situation at hand.

“That is ridiculous!” Cubert emerged from a nearby bush looking testy, as usual.
“Although it’s impossible, you claim ownership to the only box containing our universe. The existence of said box makes it impossible for anyone to travel from another parallel world to our own.”

Bender fired a laser shot singeing the hair on Cubert’s head. He screamed and dodged several other shots behind a tree.

“Oh, no! Bender’s a killbot!” Amy squealed from behind a tree stump.

“Nah,” Bender flicked his antennae, “that was just me picking up pig boy walking this way.”

“Then why did you shoot at me?!” Cubert, looking disheveled and shaking reappeared cautiously from behind the tree.

“Because I wanted to. Got a problem with that?”

Cubert was taken aback by the gall of the mere machine standing in front of him.
“ Dad, are you going to let him treat me like that?” Cubert asked incredulously.
   
The professor answered with a loud snore. He sat with his head tilted back on his chair while a rather large trail of drool made its way down the wrinkled man’s chin.

The silence of the jungle was suddenly interrupted by a piercing noise. Fry felt a lump form in his throat. Some one screamed. He was sure of it. And whoever that some one was sounded an awful lot like Leela. Fry was nervous, and began to fidget.

“Where’s Leela?” He asked, the strain of worry making itself apparent on his face and in his voice.

Cubert looked annoyed. “Depth perception went looking for food three hours ago. I haven’t seen her since.”

Fry took a deep breath. Leela had survived twenty-something years before he’d come along, and yet, somehow he couldn’t help feeling that she was in danger.
Professor Zoidy

Urban Legend
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« Reply #9 on: 04-06-2007 16:08 »

Ohhh, a cliff hanger, if a mild one. MORE NOW!
KurtPikachu2001

Urban Legend
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« Reply #10 on: 04-06-2007 22:02 »

Good story so far!  Keep it up. 
FuturamaPac

Professor
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« Reply #11 on: 04-07-2007 04:14 »

Good, good.
LuvFry

Bending Unit
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« Reply #12 on: 04-07-2007 11:25 »

Glad you all like it so far. I'll try to have the next part up later tonight. Can't do it now cuz I'm not on my computer frown
JustNibblin

Bending Unit
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« Reply #13 on: 04-07-2007 13:38 »

 
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Originally posted by LuvFry:


If there was one thing he could count on, Fry thought, it was Bender. The Bending unit had never let him down before.....except when he’d stolen his blood.....and when he’d gotten Fry’s power of attorney....

 

Hi, I think you hit that one perfectly!
  big grin
gwynhwyfar

Bending Unit
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« Reply #14 on: 04-07-2007 14:07 »

really good!! i'm enjoying it a lot.  smile
LuvFry

Bending Unit
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« Reply #15 on: 04-08-2007 19:27 »

Okay, here's the next part. Happy Easter  smile


Leela began to groggily awake. Although she was only barely conscious, she was fully aware of the pain shooting through her body. She began to drift back into her dreamless slumber, when something she heard shocked her into coherence. The person she’d landed on top of was beginning to awake. They began to moan, it was a rather sickly familiar moan....  Leela felt as if she were trapped in some sort of deja vu hell.

“Uhhh.....Kif, how many fingers do I see?” Zapp Brannigan, the most decorated man in the history of DOOP, was lying face down in the mud. Unbeknownst to him, the woman of his dreams had landed square on top of him a split second ago.

Kif sighed, and then quickly turned his attention to Leela.
“Captain Leela! Are you alright?”

Zapp, still face down rather drunkenly began to comment, “Well, if it isn’t the lovely lady Leela.”

For a moment, Leela considered a bitingly sarcastic answer, but thought better of it. She really didn’t have the energy. Leela attempted to push herself off of Zapp, but couldn’t muster the strength.

Kif watched this failed attempt, and realized that Leela could be in great peril. She was the only one he knew that detested his commanding officer more than he did. If her repulsion towards Zapp lacked the strength to move her, this was serious.

Kif gently lifted Leela to her feet. He knew that medical training would dictate that he not move her, but he also knew he did not want to give Zapp the satisfaction of Leela’s body pressed to his.
Leela leaned heavily on Kif. She was surprised to find the invertebrate more than able to share her weight. She attempted to walk in step with Kif, but eventually could move no further. Kif compensated for this by carrying her.

Zapp hadn’t said anything since his failed attempt to hit on Leela, leaving Kif with two possible scenarios: either he had finally come to the realization that she was not interested, or he was unconscious. His previous knowledge of Zapp’s behavior behind him, he decided that option number two was the more likely.

Now off her feet, Leela found it increasingly harder to keep her eye open. She wanted to sleep. Every fiber in her body called for rest, but something within her wouldn’t allow it. Perhaps she feared never again waking, or perhaps it was her subconscious refusing to be the damsel in distress. Leela was too exhausted to weigh these choices, so she returned her thoughts to a subject that seemed simpler: she was alive! Part of her soul was rapturous with joy. New possibilities! New horizons! The other part was terrified. She had already resigned herself to death. Now she had a rather large loose end left to tie up. Her premature death was supposed to be her excuse for never attempting to explore it. Now she had plenty of time to think about Fry....

Her thoughts again returning to the complicated, she decided to stop acting like a victim. She needed to contact her crew. Surely by now they had reached the planet’s surface. She’d reacted quickly when the new prototype ship had begun deteriorating. She had sent out the distress beacon, grabbed the snot nosed brat, and jettisoned their escape pod. All that was left to do was send her coordinates to the team.

“Fry...” she whispered. She knew that he would be carrying that blasted walkie talkie he’d discovered in the basement of the Planet Express building. The only thing to do now was pinpoint the frequency it was set to. Leela lifted her arm to indicate her wrist monitor.

Kif looked down at his ailing friend and decided to scrap the mission he’d previously been involved in. After all, his commanding officer had suddenly “gone missing.” Part of him leapt at the sudden evil stroke he’d just discovered within himself. Surely no one would miss Zapp Brannigan. But, despite the good outcome this would surely bring, Kif knew he was above all  an honorable man. He would have to go back for that moron. Kif’s joy was snuffed out as quickly as it had come.

Leela had been fiddling with her wrist monitor for a while now. Fry had not responded thus far. Kif finally interjected, “Leela, when we get to the Nimbus I can contact your crew for you. You are certainly in no condition to go on without medical attention.”

Leela wanted to object, but she knew that Kif was right. She was in a great deal of pain, and the Nimbus was more than capable of finding the PE ship. Zapp was able to locate it nearly every time they left Earth’s atmosphere. Leela conceded as Kif carried her into the shuttle. As they lifted off from the planet’s surface, she thought she caught a glimpse of a mint green hull jutting above the treeline.


Don't know when I'll have the next part up, writer's block and all that  frown ... I'll try to have the next part up by Wednesday.
Sine Wave

Liquid Emperor
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« Reply #16 on: 04-08-2007 19:39 »

Wednesday? Can't wait!
gwynhwyfar

Bending Unit
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« Reply #17 on: 04-08-2007 20:55 »

really good.. three more days!  smile
LuvFry

Bending Unit
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« Reply #18 on: 04-09-2007 12:12 »

I only lat night figured out where this fic is headed, generally. I know, I know, I should have finished writing it before posting it, but what can I say, I'm a dufus.

I'd just like to take this post to thank my bigger baby brother who gave me a great gag for the next part. (Now I have to use it! You happy now?)

And to apologize to those of you who will see this post and think that I've posted a new chapter: I'm sorry to have gotten your hopes up!

I don't know why I'm rambling right now. I suppose I should go work on the next chapter, or do my homework... Nah, definitely gonna try to get at least one third of it finished tonight (my fic)

Again sorry for this odd post. I'm rather perplexed as to why I'm actually writing it. Classic avoidance!

(Thanks to anyone who is reading my fic, whether or not you post)
Professor Zoidy

Urban Legend
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« Reply #19 on: 04-09-2007 22:08 »

Ohhh. I love gags. I'll love the update I'm sure. I too know the pains of writer's block. It took me weeks to get over it. I can give you a summary of what I want, but to expand on that...it's just amazing. I'm suprized I made it to the end of mine, so I'm sure you'll make it. You seem to know what you're doing and where you wanna go, as you've said.
LuvFry

Bending Unit
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« Reply #20 on: 04-11-2007 12:43 »
« Last Edit on: 04-11-2007 12:43 »

Thanks for believing in me Prof Zoidy! Here's the next part, unfortunatley devoid of my little bro's gag. It will, however come up later, oh my yes.....

So, here ya go:

Part 4? (I've actually lost count...  confused )

“ I don’t understand! This is the exact location of the crash!” Cubert stood in the center of an empty field. The team stood around him looking skeptical. The field was completely smooth: not a blade of grass out of place, no sign of indentations in the dirt. It seemed obvious to everyone that nothing had happened here.

“Okay, ya looney, where’s da ship, den?” Hermes, whose exact purpose on the mission was yet to be seen, was having a bad day. First, they forced him to leave his calculator behind, then he had to sit by Zoidberg, now the missing ship remains meant he would have lots more paperwork to do. Well, he thought, perhaps it wasn’t such a bad day after all...

“It must have been moved...” Cubert started to speak, then became silent while he thought deeply about the current turn of events. Could he possibly be mistaken? No, impossible. He wasn’t senile--yet. When he’d left this sight approximately two hours ago, the escape pod was embedded in the soil along with rather large portions of the ship. Now there was no sign of anything. There was only one solution: some one had cleaned up.

“It’s obvious dat somebody has lost deir mind,” Hermes frowned at Cubert, “so I purpose dat we split up. Amy, da professor, and myself will head back to da ship. Fry, Benda, and Cubert search da woods.”

“What about me?” Zoidberg asked. The question had fallen on deaf ears, or rather, no ears. The team had left him standing alone in the middle of the field. “Awww...”

Cubert mumbled angrily to himself as he checked the surrounding area. He knew that the escape pod had landed in that field, and he knew that some one had removed the evidence. What he didn’t know was why. He watched the ground for any sign of footprints or tracks of any kind, but to no avail.

“So I smacked him in the head with the chainsaw.” Fry wasn’t listening to Bender’s latest mugging story. He was instead watching the ground intently for boot prints. Nothing.

Fry was growing impatient. That brat had drug him away from the sound of Leela’s scream in order to collect the remains of a ship that was not even here. There was sense of urgency in his veins that he couldn’t explain. He knew deep down inside that something was wrong. Leela wouldn’t have waited this long to contact the crew. Maybe she was hurt, or maybe even... Fry didn’t like to think about Leela’s death. He’d come too close to that with the bees. No, he made up his mind, Leela was not dead. But she may still be mad...

At that moment, the sound of a shuttle take-off echoed through the forest. The team immediately looked skyward. This was supposed to be a deserted planet. In fact, it was a protected wildlife preserve. No one was supposed to land here, ever, a fact that the professor had been happy to overlook. He didn’t want his innovations on the prototype to get out to the competition. The tiny ship ascended rapidly, but not rapidly enough to obscure the team’s view of its logo: DOOP.

Just as the shuttle began to leave the atmosphere, the walkie talkie on Fry’s belt began to crackle, the sounds of static and broken words filling the surrounding woods. “Fry—Nim—Applegate—racy—help!” the static grew louder, then cut out altogether. Fry stood staring down at his belt with confusion plastered all over his face. Slowly he realized:

“That was Leela! She needs help! Come on!” Fry raced off in no particular direction with no plan in mind. Basically, it was an average day.

Bender watched Fry chase the echo of the shuttle take-off through the forest. He reached into his chest compartment, pulled out a cigar, lit it, and took a drag before commenting, “Well, back to the ole grindstone.” 
 
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10 bonus points to anyone who gets my allusion. It will become clearer as the story moves on, so don't feel bad if ya don't know yet. (And if no one gets it, I can officially be crowned queen of the dorks!   wink )
Professor Zoidy

Urban Legend
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« Reply #21 on: 04-11-2007 17:29 »

You know, the music piece from Star Wars Ep. III, RotS, really fits the story, entitled Anakin's Betrayal. It's some powerful stuff. It writes stories witohut a movie. It helps me type up some grate dramatic scenes. You should try it. Maybe this'll help your writer's block shall it come back for another round. Your style reminds me so much of my own. It's got very few descriptions of the environment, yet i can picture something in mind quite easily. A huge cliff, grass on top, them at the bottom, it's a long three hundred foot drop in some areas, there's a clareing where they landed, then forested area. A small planet can be seen out of the atmosphere.
LuvFry

Bending Unit
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« Reply #22 on: 04-11-2007 19:18 »

Thanks, I'll have to try that music later.
   My style in this story is sort of reminiscent of T.H. White. I have this tendency to absorb the style of whatever I'm reading, and that right now is "The Once and Future King." I don't usually write like this. In this style it's very hard for me to stay on topic. I try not to go off on tangents, but it usually ends up happening. I have to go and cut large portions of my writing, which in some cases, is the description of scenery. I'm really glad you like it thus far, and your description of the planet is remarkably close to what I have in mind. Keep reading! smile
Sine Wave

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« Reply #23 on: 04-11-2007 19:21 »

Good stuff yet again. Is the allusion something to do with those books where people change into animals? My sister loved those, and flipped out when the series ended without an ending. I hope you won't do the same.
LuvFry

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« Reply #24 on: 04-11-2007 19:23 »

No, nothing to do with Animorphs...
FuturamaPac

Professor
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« Reply #25 on: 04-12-2007 03:05 »

Good Good. I like the story so far
Unregistered

Bending Unit
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« Reply #26 on: 04-13-2007 15:01 »

/agree, do go on  smile
Professor Zoidy

Urban Legend
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« Reply #27 on: 04-13-2007 20:48 »

Certainly, our minds must think alike if we have a near exact image. I bet if I drew it out on paper, it'd look like crap, but it'd get the message across. I myself am opposite of your writing problems... Sorta. I flow very easily with a style like this... second person is what my work was referenced as. I talk of the other characters as a narrator of sorts...yet, I end up using myself as a character anyways...  laff Just look at my other fics. I have a non-futurama themed one I'm working now. i might just post that first chapter, I might.... *shifty eyes*
LuvFry

Bending Unit
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« Reply #28 on: 04-14-2007 10:12 »

Might have to check that out, I might...
Professor Zoidy

Urban Legend
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« Reply #29 on: 04-14-2007 15:53 »

i think it's pretty good, especially conidering for some reason when I try to write a story on paper it gives me serious writer's block. I was gonna write a story about me and some friends being dragon guardians after a Neopets guild i made, but on paper it was impossible. With a computer, it's so easy to edit things... I guess it's why I have ease writing. I currently have an epic story that I'm hoping to eventually make a second part to it and then a third and an anthology, which livens things up, and really tests the creativeness of the mind. You try thinking up three or fous short stories. The Zpidberg one is by far in my opinion the weakest point in the anthology.
LuvFry

Bending Unit
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« Reply #30 on: 04-16-2007 10:14 »

And now for the inescapable Zoidberg chapter:

“Leave Zoidberg standing alone will they!” Zoidberg’s eyes flashed with anger, and he clacked his claws in response. This was not the first time his so-called friends had left him in the middle of nowhere. The alien lobster scuttled along an overgrown forest path trying to locate footprints that might lead him back to the ship, or at least a free meal.

“They don’t know how good they’ve got it! One day, they’ll be all ‘Zoidberg! Save us’ and I’ll leave them standing in the middle of a field!” Zoidberg’s tirade was interrupted by the sound of a shuttle take off. He automatically looked skyward, thoughts of his final abandonment dancing in his head. He partially relaxed when he noticed it was not the PE ship that had left the planet, but a DOOP shuttle craft that had caused the commotion.

Just before the craft left the atmosphere, the far off sound of static reached his ear, and then Fry yelling something or other. Zoidberg smiled craftily to himself. He knew where they were! No leaving Zoidberg behind today, he could just follow their voices!

Zoidberg was preparing to do just that, when a tantalizing odor caught his attention. It was a cross somewhere between rotting eggs and cinnamon buns, and it was leading him off in the opposite direction. Zoidberg sat quietly attempting to think clearly while his mouth watered. On an average day, he got less than half a meal to himself. Today he could possibly get more than that, but it may cause him to be marooned on this planet. If he followed his crew, he would get to go home, whatever that meant, but he would not be guaranteed food. Zoidberg took a deep breath, then ran off in the direction of the food.

The closer he got to the smell, the more he drooled uncontrollably, and the closer he got to a collection of sounds. Zoidberg paid little attention to the noises. He was far more concerned with filling his stomach. He shoved branches, and the thick undergrowth out of his way, faster, and faster, until he came to the opening of a cleared area. He peeled the tall grass back cautiously, and peeked out. In front of him lay what appeared to be a military out base: tents, lined up in neat rows, DOOP officers walking hurriedly in and out of them, and just to his right, a garbage heap.

Oh! That wonderful smell beckoned him hither with such a strong pull he gave up stealth and burst hungrily from the undergrowth, racing wildly towards the dump. He pounced on the garbage pile and shoved the edible pieces in his mouth. When he could eat no more, he collapsed into the rubbish, letting out a sigh of contentment.

It was at this time that he became cognizant of two muscular officers standing over him, an evil smile spread across their faces.
LuvFry

Bending Unit
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« Reply #31 on: 04-17-2007 10:54 »

Sorry for the double post, but I have to extend my deepest sympathies to the families and friends affected by the Virginia Tech massacre. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
Professor Zoidy

Urban Legend
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« Reply #32 on: 04-17-2007 20:27 »

It's cool with us, as long as it isn't spam, nobody usually cares about double posting. It's a worthy cause. I sure hope they're doin' alright out there in Virginia. Great writing skills with Zoidberg. I commend you.
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