juliet7bravo
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Joined: 5/30/2001 Status: offline
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"I wonder what could be about to happen any minute" (The sound of throbbing drums, muted in the background)...the crowd (carrying ropes and burning torches, the odd pitchfork), its numbers swelling, is grimly marching along, chanting quietly at first, but slowly gaining in intensity; "UV! UV! UuuuuuuuuuV!". David Heath (terror written on his face) is frantically piling office furniture in front of the doors, calling over his shoulder; "Gary, GARY, I can see them...they're coming! They're coming NOW! For Christs sake HURRY!!!". Gary Grigsby (surrounded by mounds of empty Mountain Dew bottles and McDonalds wrappers) is hunched over his workstation, sweat beading his haggard brow, dark circles under his eyes, feverishly punching in code with shaking hands; "Yeah, yeah, well, I've ALMOST got the AI PERFECT!". Joel Billings, wringing his hands, whines; "I KNEW it'd come to this! I TOLD you guys! You shoulda just given'em what they wanted, but Nooooooo.". Play testers; "Um, well, like, mail us the final CD, but, like, err, LATER DUDES!" as they bolt out the back. ...It's not a pretty picture.
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