Re: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Backwards
<snip>
"No problems. He's just going through his memories backwards. It'll
wear off in twenty minutes, and then he'll forget all about this."
Schweeble walked backwards through the door, and then backwards down
the hallway, tripping over stuff.
<end snip>
Who:Charlie Edwards and Joe SChweeble
Where: Security Department
When: About 19 minutes after the above snip
Charlie Edwards had been sitting behind her desk when Joe Schweeble walked
in backwards, said some things in what she supposed was a foreign language
and walked out again backwards.
She was just trying to work out what had just happened when Schweeble walked
in again (forwards this time)
"Who the hell are y..."Schweeble began and then was overcome by a sense of
Déjà vu, he was sure that he recognised her from somewhere but couldn't
remember where.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU SCHWEEBLE" Edwards yelled.
"Err, do i know you? and why are you sitting behind Harris' desk?" Schweeble
asked.
"Have you been smoking narcotic substances Schweeble?, i told you all of
this about 20 minutes ago" Edwards replied "Harris is no longer on board the
ship and i'm in charge now"
A puzzled look appeared on Schweeble's face, 'Why does this all seem so
familiar' Schweeble thought.
"Oh, ok it must have slipped my mind" he said.
"So did you find out about the disturbance in the Psychiatric office?"
Edwards asked
"Did you ask me to?" Schweeble replied
"Oh for gods sake, forget about it Schweeble. Go and arrest someone or
something will you, the brig's a bit empty at the moment."
Joe stood there for a minute trying to work out what was going on.
"GO, NOW" Edwards shouted and Joe quickly left the room and headed to the
promanade to see if he could find any ruffians to arrest.
>From: benpaul@...
>Reply-To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com
>To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com
>Subject: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Backwards
>Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 02:27:10 -0000
>
>Who: Cerebrum, the Smiths, unconcious Schweeble, Appendix
>Where: Same place as last time
>When: Smeg knows, the clock was on one of the walls that collapsed
>
>Cerebrum had Schweeble on the couch with one of his new devices
>pointing right at his head.
>
>"Now, we activate the, drum roll please, the memory rewriter!!!"
>announced Cerebrum.
>
>"What's that?" asked one of the Smiths.
>
>"Shut up, you imbecile," Cerebrum told him, as he punched in commands
>on a surviving console.
>
>There was a cackle, and a zap and fifteen minutes later Cerebrum was
>back in the room wearing a new shirt.
>
>"Blasted short circuits," Cerebrum muttered to himself, as he awoke
>Schweeble, "But I think it worked."
>
>"!!No oh tsum eth ,sfrawd on era ereht if erac t'nod I" Schweeble
>said.
>
>"Huh?" the Smiths said as Cerebrum checked a readout.
>
>"No problems. He's just going through his memories backwards. It'll
>wear off in twenty minutes, and then he'll forget all about this."
>
>Scweeble walked backwards through the door, and then backwards down
>the hallway, tripping over stuff.
>
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