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Cap Mandrake -> Destination...Aukland? (2/27/2007 4:03:46 AM)
******M&M Aviation terminal, Mare Island, Pearl Harbor, May 8, 1942****** <A middle-aged woman with dark sunglasses and her hair tied back approaches the steps of the beautiful new Coronado in grey with orange trim. She seems accustomed to getting her way. A pleasant Maori stewardess greets her at the plane and takes her ticket> Stewardess: I'm sorry miss. Perhaps you have the wrong flight. Your ticket says "Brisbane via Pitcarin and Aukland". This is the "Brisbane via Pitcairn and Auckland" flight. Determined Woman: Well there must be some mistake. I am traveling to Brisbane on M&M. Isn't this the M&M Aviation flight? Stewardess: Yes mam. Determined Woman: Then what is the problem. How many flights can you possibly have today? Stewardess: Oh, just one mam. Determined Woman: Fine, then perhaps you could explain to me how I could have the wrong flight. Stewardess: Oh, yes mam. Your ticket says you are traveling via Aukland, with no "c". We are traveling via "Auckland" with a "c". Determined Woman: But you only have one flight. Look, I bought the ticket in Washington. Perhaps it is a simple spelling error. Surely you can see that? Stewardess: I'm sorry mam. You will have to take the Aukland without a "c" flight unless you have it changed. Determined Woman: Oh, all right! Where can I have it changed? Stewardess: That would be the point of origin, mam, Washington. Determined Woman: Washington? That is 5,000 miles from here you cretin. I'll not be spoken to in this fashion by the hired help. Stewardess: I'm sorry mam. Its a safety issue. we can't take off with extra passengers. Determined Woman: But I'm NOT an extra passenger! You don't have a flight to Aukland without a "c". There IS no Aukland without a "c". Some ignoramus in Washington simply mistyped my ticket. Stewardess: I'm sorry mam. How would you feel if we gave away your seat to a passenger for another flight? Determined Woman: <she takes off her glasses and leans close...a hand in her handbag..a circular impression can be seen bulging through the leather> Look, damnit! I HAVE to get on that plane. Stewardess:** Seat 3A mam. Have a pleasant flight.

Cap Mandrake -> RE: Intercourse....economic, I mean (2/27/2007 7:40:43 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: Onime No Kyo <best stuffy British accent> Now, look here, Mandrake, ol' boy. Can't (pronounced, kahnt) you see the classic ploy? He is simply trying to drive the price down. </stuffy British accent> <best stuffy British accent> Blast (pronounced blahst), I do believe your're right, Onime. </stuffy British accent>

Cap Mandrake -> SUBRON 4 (2/27/2007 7:27:20 PM)
*********SE Jetty, Berth 2, Darwin Harbour, May 8, 1942*********** <USS Seawolf has just docked after her escape from Corregidor. A gangway is lowered. Waiting dockside to greet the Seawolf is Vice Adm Momsem, the new commander of SUBRON 4, now established at Darwin. Seawolf is the newest addition to his command, which includes Spearfish, Pike, Pickerel, Salmon, Perch, Swordfish, Skipjack, Porpoise and the sub-tender USS Holland. Seal and Snapper had been detached on a rescue mission to New Britain, then on to Sydney for repairs. Momsen: <as he waited for the Captain Nelson, of Seawolf to come ashore, he scrolled through the names of his boats an astonishing thought occurred to him> Hey! They are all named after fish..well, except for Porpoise..that's a mammal. <He spoke outloud then looked around nervously to see if anyone had heard. Nobody seemed to notice. He relaxed a bit, but scarceley had time to ponder the implications of his discovery when he was even more astonished to see a tall General Officer in a US Army uniform stride onto the gangway..he caught himself and saluted crisply> General MacArthur, sir! I am surprised to see you. We all thought you were in Brisbane. Its all over Stars and Stripes, sir. MacArthur: <returns the salute> Splendid! Splendid! A disinformation campaign by SWPac G2 I suspect. The Army is making great strides in intelligence. Now, where can I freshen up and get some chilled prunes? Momsen: Ah, yes. I would recommend Yossarian's Home, General. They are sure to have some chilled fruit. Tropical cocktails are their specialty. They make a mean DAB. MacArthur: DAB? Momsen: Ah, yes, sorry. Darwin Anti-personnel Bomb. Its in the boilermaker family, sir. The Chief is not there any more but he left a pictorial diagram taped to the bar, so they are almost as good. MacArthur: The chief? Momsen: Ah, yes, sorry. The Chief is this exceptional short fella from Flores, I think. Anyway.......

rtrapasso -> RE: SUBRON 4 (2/27/2007 7:34:48 PM)
quote: he scrolled through the names of his boats an astonishing thought occurred to him> Hey! They are all named after fish.. Wow... he IS pretty sharp, isn't he?!! [:D]

rtrapasso -> RE: SUBRON 4 (2/27/2007 7:40:52 PM)
As a historical side note: Charles B. "Swede" Momsen invented both the Momsen Lung and the McCann/Erickson rescue chamber - but the Navy thought he had "enough" glory so wouldn't name the latter for him... which ties in neatly with MacArthur nominating every other unit on Corregidor for the Presidential Unit Citation except the 4th Marines, because "the Marines have enough medals". [8\|] The high command surely knows how to motivate folks!! [:D] Momsen (i am not sure if it is your Momsen, as he wasn't a Vice Admiral until he retired) was also the guy who figured out what was wrong with the detonators on the Mark XIV: "During World War II, Momsen served as Commander, Submarine Squadron 2 and Commander, Submarine Squadron 4. While Momsen was Commander of Submarine Squadron 2 in the Pacific Fleet, the submarine skippers kept reporting that their torpedoes were not behaving correctly. When fired from the prescribed perpendicular angle, the torpedoes did not always explode. When fired from non-perpendicular angles, the torpedoes exploded. When Momsen's own squadron complained, he decided to find out why. He took torpedoes to the shallow waters and sheer cliffs of the Hawaiian Island of Kahoolawe and fired until he got a dud. Then, risking his own life, he dove into the water to find the unexploded torpedo. With help, he recovered the dangerous live torpedo and brought it on board. A small problem with the pin inside the primer cap was causing the problems." [image]local://upfiles/7543/AB8F535F0847463896065478D7969150.jpg[/image]

Cap Mandrake -> RE: SUBRON 4 (2/27/2007 10:05:50 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: rtrapasso As a historical side note: Charles B. "Swede" Momsen invented both the Momsen Lung and the McCann/Erickson rescue chamber - but the Navy thought he had "enough" glory so wouldn't name the latter for him... which ties in neatly with MacArthur nominating every other unit on Corregidor for the Presidential Unit Citation except the 4th Marines, because "the Marines have enough medals". [8\|] The high command surely knows how to motivate folks!! [:D] Momsen (i am not sure if it is your Momsen, as he wasn't a Vice Admiral until he retired) was also the guy who figured out what was wrong with the detonators on the Mark XIV: "During World War II, Momsen served as Commander, Submarine Squadron 2 and Commander, Submarine Squadron 4. While Momsen was Commander of Submarine Squadron 2 in the Pacific Fleet, the submarine skippers kept reporting that their torpedoes were not behaving correctly. When fired from the prescribed perpendicular angle, the torpedoes did not always explode. When fired from non-perpendicular angles, the torpedoes exploded. When Momsen's own squadron complained, he decided to find out why. He took torpedoes to the shallow waters and sheer cliffs of the Hawaiian Island of Kahoolawe and fired until he got a dud. Then, risking his own life, he dove into the water to find the unexploded torpedo. With help, he recovered the dangerous live torpedo and brought it on board. A small problem with the pin inside the primer cap was causing the problems." [image]local://upfiles/7543/AB8F535F0847463896065478D7969150.jpg[/image] Yes..I read that about Momsen fishing that dud out of the water. We are talking solid brass you know whats. Guys like him are part of the reason the USN kicked but in WWII. He also sounds like a good guy to have around if the garbage disposal stops working right in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner. BTW..SUBRON 4 wasn't based in Darwin historically and the rumor that Momsen did not realize US Subs were named after fish until 1942 may be apocryphal [;)]

rtrapasso -> RE: SUBRON 4 (2/27/2007 11:16:43 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: Cap Mandrake Yes..I read that about Momsen fishing that dud out of the water. We are talking solid brass you know whats. Guys like him are part of the reason the USN kicked but in WWII. He also sounds like a good guy to have around if the garbage disposal stops working right in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner. BTW..SUBRON 4 wasn't based in Darwin historically and the rumor that Momsen did not realize US Subs were named after fish until 1942 may be apocryphal [;)] i hadn't heard that one before... of course, when he started out, NONE of the boats were named after fish - they were called things like S-41...

Cap Mandrake -> Impressing Captain Bligh (2/27/2007 11:37:26 PM)
********The New M&M Aviation Hospitality Hut, Pitcarin Is., May 9, 1942***** <The passengers are sitting on woven grass mats eating pit-roasted wild boar in an open veranda with inexpertly applied grey paint. In front of them, the descendants of the Bounty mutineers are performing the only play they know. Its titled, "Impressing Captain Bligh". The author is Fletcher Christian, who, thankfully for the theatre-going world, chose a carreer in the Navy instead of the arts. The title is a play on the old Royal Navy practice of "persuading" sailors on mercahntmen to come work for the Royal Navy. Of course, after 4 or 5 generations of inbreeding, the all-Pitcarinese cast doesn't get the joke. They instead perform the play as a farce with the actor playing Bligh wearing a fat suit and a giant gourd head painted with fat red lips and a red nose. Captain Bligh bends forward to scold a sailor and his trousers rip at the seam on cue. The locals erupt in hilarity.> Jean: What do you do for a living Mr. Cohn? Roy: I work for Sen. Truman's War Profiteeting Committee..as lead counsel. Jean: You don't say? Why travel across the Pacific then? Roy: Well we got a tip about a bigshot double-dipping. Jean: How so? Roy: The son of a gun is drawing two General's salaries. Jean: My, a General. I don't suppose you can say who it is? Roy: No mam. Due process and all that kind of stuff. But, I can say he was real big in the Philippines. Jean: You don't say. The Philippines, you say? <soto voce> Son of a Bitch! Tight budget my ass! Uuuuuuh! Roy:** Mam, I didn't catch that? Great play don't you think? .....................

AdmNelson -> RE: Impressing Captain Bligh (2/28/2007 12:53:14 AM)
Double dipper. Should be in the Jungle with the boys instead he wants to make a splash in landing on some beach.

Cap Mandrake -> Low Fidelity (2/28/2007 6:18:12 PM)
**************SWPac HQ, Brisbane, May 8, 1942, Office of the Commander************** <2 Majors and a Colonel of the Army Medical Corps gather at the door of the office. They all share a worried expression. The Colonel gives the high sign with his eyebrows and the first Major knocks lightly on the door> <from inside, shouted> If this room's a rockin', don't come a knockin' AHAHAHAHAHAHAH <they exchange knowing glances then the 1st Major opens the door> Tall man in US Army General's uniform: <crumples a piece of paper from a large stack..the floor is covered with crumpled paper..a makeshift basketball hoop hangs from the door> Look at all this crap! They really expect me to read this? I guess they think I am some kind of Einstein. HAHAHHAHA Einstein? Get it? The smart guy? HAHAHAHA Hey, you guys try to block it. Oh come on guys. Live a little. <the other three look at each other and raise there hands in desultory fashion..the tall man shoots, banking a shot nicely into the hoop> HE SHOOTS! HE SCORES! THE CROWD GOES WILD! AAAAHHHHHH <makes crowd noise with his hands> Oh wait! Oh wait! Hold for an incoming message. <He lifts one leg and leans to one side> BRAAAAAAAAP. Wow, that one was in code! HAAHAHAHA Code? Get it? Oh, I crack myself up. HAHHAHAHA. Get it? Crack myself up? HAHAHAHAHA Colonel: If you will excuse us sir. Tall man in US Army General's uniform: Why, what did you do wrong? HAHAHHAHAHA <the three leave the room> Colonel: I think he's getting worse. Major 1: Maybe if we just gave him a more stimualting environment? Colonel: Like what? Playground equipment? Major 2: I agree with the Colonel, Jack. There is nature and there is nurture. This is nature..well sort of. Colonel: Where did we go wrong? Major 2: I think it was the pH of the buffer solution. Major 1: I don't think so Bob. We corrected that with number 2. He is still eating his own feces. Colonel: Look, I'll say it. It hurts, but I'll say it. I think the method is fundamentally flawed. We just can't seem to get a good copy of the original. Sure, hair color, the eyes, the cut of the chin, but when it comes to cognition......<all three look at the ground in despair> Major 2: I didn't want to be the first, but I think you are right sir. I think we need to warn the group on Operation Warm Springs. Colonel: Jack? From inside the office (loudly): Oooooo...ooooohuooo...oooohuooo. That means bring bananas and she gorilla with long legs. HAHAHAHAH <sound of pounding on door> Major 1:** Agreed <balls fist into hand>

Moondawggie -> RE: Jean on the move! (3/1/2007 7:58:09 PM)
Good thing that Jean is packing a pistol. When used properly at the upcoming reunion, it just might provide an opportunity to save "2 Majors and a Colonel of the Army Medical Corps" from recommending a publicly humiliating Change in Command Ceremony down under... BTW, it seems that M&M aviation has a rather lax approach to airline security.

Cap Mandrake -> RE: Jean on the move! (3/1/2007 10:20:39 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: Moondawggie Good thing that Jean is packing a pistol.��When used properly at the upcoming reunion, it just might provide an opportunity to save "2 Majors and a Colonel of the Army Medical Corps" from recommending a publicly humiliating Change in Command Ceremony down under... BTW, it seems that M&M aviation has a rather lax approach to airline security.� There is a war on..guns are everywhere[:)] Right in the middle of my story.......the game engine throws me a big, sinking curve. The timing is absolutely amazing. WITP veterans will possibly deduce the nature of the curve ball. After a quick "rewrite", all is well.

rtrapasso -> RE: Jean on the move! (3/1/2007 10:43:34 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: Moondawggie BTW, it seems that M&M aviation has a rather lax approach to airline security. i think historically, pretty much everyone did back then... people didn't start hijacking aircraft until the later 60's - early 70's... i remember reading books from even back then (60s) that said you could take a pistol on an airplane (in Europe, at least) as long as you showed you had removed the firing pin... and then there was nothing to prevent you from REPLACING it once on board... [X(] [8\|] [:D]

Cap Mandrake -> Free booze (3/2/2007 7:55:07 AM)
*********West Wing of White House, May 8, 1942************* <Eleanore heads to the Lincoln Bedroom, she lightens her step to escape the attention of the man with the familiar patrician face and the prominent jaw> Man with big chin: Where you think you're going, you glorious hunk of woman? Eleanore: <actually turns her head to see if another woman is behind her..then, hesitatingly> Franklin, are you well? Man with big chin:Who me? Never been better baby. Now come on over here and sit on daddy's lap. Eleanore: Should I call the Secret Service? Man with big chin: Nah...those guys are stiffs. They will just ruin our fun. Eleanore: Have you been drinking, Franklin? Man with big chin: No duh. Check out these fancy glasses over here. They all have booze. The pale yellow stuff is great. Even better, I finish one and no sooner do I turn around then someone has been in to refill the thing. It is Heaven. Check out the big squirt bottle thingy. <stands without effort and walks briskly to the cabinet> Eleanore:** Oh dear God! ...........

Cap Mandrake -> Tokyo Rose (3/2/2007 5:50:45 PM)
The 2nd Marine Division have again held their lines after a second huge Japanese attack on Pago Pago. It seems every SNLF and free brigade from the South Pacific has been thrown into the fray along with the initial 3 division equivalents. A huge number of transports have been damaged or sunk by shore guns. The IJN has somehow managed to drag a supply of battleship main gun ammo to Upolu...so Pago Pago is now getting visited regularly by two BB's lobbing big shells onto the defenders. Every day 50+ Jap bombers pound the island. At least 4 Jap carriers (2 CV and 2 CVL) and possibly 6 are on station to the NE to intercept any resupply/evac attempt. The only good news is the entire Jap offensive effort in the Pacific is now tied to Pago Pago. In bold below is an actual email from our opponent over the situation at Pago Pago. I'm not sure whether it is childish taunting or just cleverly designed to appear that way to induce us to do something foolish. [:)] *****Small sandbag and wood bunker overlooking Jap landing beaches, Pago Pago, May 15, 1942*** <a Marine adjusts a radio set to pick up Tokyo Rose> ...Marines on Pago Pago. I have a message for you from Admiral Yamamoto. ......From: Adm Yamamoto Isoroku To: American Commander at Pago-Pago Brave American and Allied defenders of Pago-Pago! Surely you know that your cause is doomed. The time has come, as noble defenders of this island, for you to lay down your arms and acknowledge the superiority of Japan's fighting spirit. As over 150,000 of your friends and allies have done, NOW is the time to cease your resistance. Your navy and aerial forces have abandoned you and a siege has been laid upon you for the last four weeks. We have shown you mercy to this point. The Empire of Japan shall treat you well if you surrender. I will not stop what shall take place if you do not do so... Adm Yamamoto The Marines on your precious island witness over 50 AP/AK drop anchor and prepare to disembark 50,000+ veterans of the DEI campaign... Just an uplifting message from your opponents! ....... Marine in bunker: Hey Gunny! They're talking about us from Tokyo. Come listen! Gunnery Sargeant: Appleby, turn that f** s* off before I come over there and cram that f*** set up your a. And it won't be friendly like either. If those f*** Japs want this f** hill then they are f** well gonna have to stop their sissy a jawboning and come up here and take my f****** 50 cal away from me. (remainder unprintable)

Cap Mandrake -> A new king is born! (3/2/2007 6:08:36 PM)
**************USAAF airfield, Darwin, Dawn, May 9, 1942*********** <a B-17 which has been modified for the personal use of Gen MacArthur is being readied for a trip to Brisbane. Two of it's engines are idling. A group of mechanics are trying to fix a newly installed set of steps. The General is alone, calmy smoking a pipe off the tarmac. A group of Flores Marines with worn, grey baseball caps with orange striping hide in the nearby bushes. They are naked except for the caps.> Head Flores Marine: NOW! <8 pairs of oversize, hirsute feet on diminutive frames rush in cocert from their hide. In a flash, the General is gagged and dragged bodily back into the bushes. Displaying reamrkable strenght, they carry and drag the General back to a waiting Flores War Canoe 100 yds away. Waiting for them is a bookish, academic woman who is taller than all the Marines> Head Flores Marine: We have a new King! Bookish woman:** And I have a new husband. Oh joy! <noislessly, the War Canoe slips out with the receding tide, eight tiny paddle moving in practiced rhythm>

Terminus -> RE: A new king is born! (3/2/2007 6:18:30 PM)
"Go-Gan, Go-Gan"... All is well with the world once again...[:D]

rtrapasso -> RE: A new king is born! (3/2/2007 7:47:43 PM)
And it looks like the Leader Bug claims yet another victim... [X(] [:D]

Cap Mandrake -> RE: A new king is born! (3/4/2007 5:08:52 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: rtrapasso And it looks like the Leader Bug claims yet another victim... [X(] [:D] Yes....and I'll be damned if he doesn't look like him too. [image]local://upfiles/7983/C76C5B5702C14B75B1CD3D8AC8948DB7.jpg[/image]

Cap Mandrake -> Halloween (3/4/2007 5:21:48 PM)
**********11 miles North of SWPac HQ, 02:00, May 10, 1942*************** It is a moonless night. The conning tower of a Japanese submarine moves slowly away from the shore. Two rubber rafts reach the cobbled beach. 11 men in US Army uniforms, all armed with Thompson's, scramble off the rafts. A twelfth man is taller and wears a US Army officer's uniform. His real name is Commander F. Komachi, but that doesn't matter any more. He is in the employ of Teikoku Rikugun, but that doesn't matter either. He is on this beach to become someone else. The men quickly hide the rafts in a prepared concealment. They scramble aboard two pre-postitioned US Army Jeeps, one of which has the placquard of CIC/SWPac.

Cap Mandrake -> RE: Halloween (3/4/2007 5:41:39 PM)
*************Commanders' Quarters, SWPac HQ, Brisbane, 03:30, May 10, 1942********** <There is a quiet knock on the front door. A Philippina answers it promptly. The men of Teikoku Rikugun are admitted without challenge. In the light of the anteroom, the Philippina examines the tall one. She is pleased. The likeness is very good, even remarkable. She is impressed with the skill of the surgeons.> Philippina: Let me see your bottom <she says suddenly..to the surprise of all except her and the Cmdr., he complies, displaying either a tattoo or some kind of birthmark that looked remarkably like the island of Corregidor> Excellent! The General <she makes air quotes> is in the study. He is trying to break the world Bolo bat record. You 11 go along and see to the General. I wish to speak to this General <makes air quotes again..the main groups moves toward the study> OK, let me hear you say "old soldiers never die". Cmdr: Ord sorjuhs nevuh die. Philippina: No, I said, old soldiers never die. Cmdr: <nods> Ord sorjuhs nevuh die. Philippina: No, no no. Try this....OLLLLD Cmdr: Orrrd Philippina: No, no, no. Put your tongue a little more forward and make your mouth a little skinnier. Do you understand? Cmdr: Yes. Philippina: Very well. Let's hear it...OLLLLD Cmdr: ORRRD. Philippina:** Oh dear.......

Cap Mandrake -> RE: Halloween (3/4/2007 5:57:00 PM)
********Study, CIC/SWPac, residence, 03:32, May 10, 1942********* Number 1: Two hundred twenty eight, two twenty nine, two thrity <he skilfully bounces a rubber ball upward with a precise vector so that the ball, which is attached to one of the few remaining pieces of high quality rubber left in civilian industry (after the fall of the DEI), returns the ball back toward the paddle. Right after he hits number 230, the door swings open violently and 11 armed men fan out quickly all aiming their weapons at him. He is startled and the ball misses the paddle> Damnit! Can't you guys knock? I was 15 short of the world record. Damnit! Damnit! <He scans the room> Dang..you guys all look like Japs. What gives? Oh wait..I get it. A costume party. I LOVE costume parties! Hey, isn't it kind of early for Halloween? Oh wait, I get it, its an Australian thing, right, because the seasons are all messsed up? Group Leader:** Put croth on mouth. <he looks toward a subordinate and motions toward their target>

Cap Mandrake -> Eeeeeet Eeeeeet Eeeeeet (3/4/2007 6:17:07 PM)
***********Commander's Quarters, SWPac HQ, 14:30, May 10, 1942********* <The Philippina has given up her Engrish lesson for now. She is at work on some paperwork in the anteroom. The door opens abrutply without a knock. She stands up abruptly in unfeigned astonishment> Philppina: Mrs. MacArthur! I am very....surprised to see you. Jean:** <Jean returns the astonishment, which quickly begins to morph into a look of insatiable anger> Corazon! So it is you! After all I did for you. How could you do this to me? You, you.......HOMEWRECKER! <In an instant, her LadySmith is aimed at Corazon's head. The first round strikes her between the eyes. Unsated, Jean pumps round after round into the crumpled body until the gun is empty. She drops the gun and walks quickly into the kitchenette where she retrieves a large carving knife. She walks purposely back toward the living area. A shower is running. She steps into a bathroom. Through a sheer shower curtain she can see the silhouette of a man. On one buttock is the unmistable shape of Corregidor. She plunges the knife violently throught the curtain over and over again. I the background a chorus of violins sing an abrupt discordant "Eeeeeet Eeeeeet Eeeeet" in time with the blows. Blood mixed with water curls in an anticlockwise fashion down the drain. As she begins to walk away a big cockroach scurries across her path. She crushes it with her foot>

Cap Mandrake -> Failure (3/4/2007 10:06:37 PM)
Not every entrepeneurial idea succeeds. An Allied plan to motivate Russian troops in Siberia for a possible Jap invasion goes awry. Still, all is not lost. There is the merchandising angle. [image]local://upfiles/7983/18BBAA96B534496D845B8CDF52141684.jpg[/image] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOaGgY2yUHw

Cap Mandrake -> Its that P-40 thing (3/4/2007 11:11:06 PM)
My kingdom for more P-40's [image]local://upfiles/7983/796D9DD16ADE488788C11CE95719B436.jpg[/image]

Cap Mandrake -> Texas Leaguer (3/6/2007 7:26:34 PM)
Jean comes out of this pretty well. She is rid of the old, two-timing goat, she is a heroine and she has a sweet endorsement contract. [image]local://upfiles/7983/170C4A396E804F26AFAE851DEAD5E354.jpg[/image]

Cap Mandrake -> Incoming (3/6/2007 7:44:12 PM)
*************Aboard I-125, 05:05, May 10, 1942*************** <The first phase of her mission accomplished, the I-125 creeps away from the Australian ocastline before dawn. Captain Ito is at the con. His prize cargo stands not 3 feet way, hands bound> Number 1: Dang! When you guys throw a masquerade party you really go all out. This is top notch. Can I play too? Captain Ito: This no game, General. Number 1: Of course, that what I EXPECT you say. HAHAHAHAHA Captain Ito: No rearry. Number 1: HAHAHAHAH. 'Rearry'. HAHAHHA You guys are killing me! Captain Ito: No, not yet. Number 1: <winks at the Captain> WAIT! I sense danger! We are in mortal peril! Captain Ito: What mean? Number 1: <stiffles giggle> I mean a deadly peril approaches. Captain Ito: <eyes widen> Periscope UP! <searches quickly through 360 degree arc> Periscope DOWN! Nothing. Your friends not come. Number 1: Oh, its still coming. Ready....ready....BRAAAAAAAAP. HAHAHAHHAH. See what I mean? Deadly. HAHAHAHHA Captain Ito:** Put croth on mouth.

USSAmerica -> RE: Incoming (3/6/2007 8:00:38 PM)
Cap, you are a full on nut! [:D] Keep it coming! This is so much fun to read!

Cap Mandrake -> USS Florence (3/6/2007 8:05:32 PM)
The volunteers aboard USS Florence were prepared to make a solo run for Iolio to pick up some trapped Philippino troops. They tarried too long waiting for a planned suppression raid on Amboina. It looks like the Junyo showed up. At least we know the Junyo isn't in the Bay of Bengal. Here is hoping they try a raid on Darwin. Darwin will fight back. [image]local://upfiles/7983/67C3062671244682ABD08C64F5EBB406.jpg[/image]

qgaliana -> RE: Eeeeeet Eeeeeet Eeeeeet (3/6/2007 8:29:49 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: Cap Mandrake Jean: <Jean returns the astonishment, which quickly begins to morph into a look of insatiable anger> Corazon! So it is you! After all I did for you. How could you do this to me? You, you.......HOMEWRECKER! <In an instant, her LadySmith is aimed at Corazon's head. The first round strikes her between the eyes. Unsated, Jean pumps round after round into the crumpled body until the gun is empty. She drops the gun and walks quickly into the kitchenette where she retrieves a large carving knife. She walks purposely back toward the living area. A shower is running. She steps into a bathroom. Through a sheer shower curtain she can see the silhouette of a man. On one buttock is the unmistable shape of Corregidor. She plunges the knife violently throught the curtain over and over again. I the background a chorus of violins sing an abrupt discordant "Eeeeeet Eeeeeet Eeeeet" in time with the blows. Blood mixed with water curls in an anticlockwise fashion down the drain. As she begins to walk away a big cockroach scurries across her path. She crushes it with her foot> I've never met Mandrake but I feel like I should know what his silhouette looks like... [image]local://upfiles/16432/230860A38003414BB2A8E9D105201B59.jpg[/image]

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