I LOVE IT!!!! But I was expecting someone to hijack the car like indy did on raiders :( plus this is fun like a roleplaying game, keep up the good work (nm)

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Posted by Short Round from 1Cust186.tnt3.fort-lauderdale.fl.da.uu.net on July 27, 1999 at 14:33:55:

In Reply to: Chapter 33 of The Stranger on the Plane posted by Brett and James Lambert on July 27, 1999 at 14:14:53:

: Chapter 33

: Brett and James Lambert were being interragated by Austin Powers and his groovy swinger shock troops while Aragorn, Indy, Short Round, and Goodsport drove their convertible to the nearest hospital.

: "Alright you uptight squares! I want you to answer some groovy little questions for me so I can get back to my penthouse and shag with Felicity!" Austin Powers said to Brett and James.

: "Okay, who does number two work for?"

: "Huh?" Brett said with a confused look on his face.

: "Number two? Huh?" James mumbled.

: "Answer me!" Austin demanded!

: "Go spit!" James said, reciting one of his favorite lines from the Lethal Weapon movies.

: Before Austin could interragate further, a loud explosion rocked the room. It destroyed an entire wall, and sent debris and dirt everywhere. Brett and James seized the opportunity and escaped out the wall. Behind them the shaky roof collapsed, knocking out Austin and his troops.

: "Now I'm pissed, Brett. I'm pissed." James said to Brett irritatedly.

: "Let's go get us some assholes!" Brett said in pure Lethal Weapon fashion.

: Brett and James walked over to a Motorcycle equiped with a sidecar, just like Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. The two debated on who should drive.

: "I'm driving!" James yelled!

: "No, no! I'm driving!" Brett retaliated!

: The two finally decided that James would drive. Brett sat in the sidecar.

: "Now, which way do we go?" Asked Brett.

: "I don't know, I'm just making this up as I go. Wait! Look at that dirt road! Fresh with tire tracks!" James said enthusiastically as he revved the engine. The pair blazed at lightning speed to catch up with Aragorn and his associates.

: ***

: Aragorn adjusted the rear view mirror. "What's that!" He yelled.

: Goodsport, Indy and Short Round turned around to see James and his brother gaining on them in a motorcycle.

: "Lamberts! Their persistance surprises even me!" Aragorn chided.

: James pulled up beside the car in a high speed chase of death.

: "I gotta ask you a question," Brett yelled as he grabbed Short Round's arms, "how's your nose doing?"

: Indy grabbed Short Round's feet, trying to pull him back in the car. But Indy was over powered by Brett as he pulled Short Round into the car with him. Brett grabbed the back of his head and slammed him into the surface of the sidecar.
: "Brett!" James yelled at him.
: "Huh?" Brett mumbled.
: "We can do this somewhere else, besides he's not going anywhere," James said with a twisted grin.

: The motorcycle went off the road and onto an olf farmer's path.

: "We have to stop them!" Indy yelled.
: "No! We have to get Goodsport to the hospital before the bleeding gets any worse!" Aragorn commanded.

: Brett and James stopped at a deserted barn. They tossed Short Round into the hay. He moaned in pain and shook in fear. Brett picked him up with one hand and set him down in a chair in the corner.
: "This is for kicking me in the stomach!" Brett yelled as he punched him hard in the gut. Shorty moaned in pain and fell off the chair.
: "Get up," James said as he pulled Shorty back on the chair.

: Brett and James took turns giving Shory a beating.
: "Ahh, my knuckles are sore!" James said, rubbing his hands.
: "Let's take five," Brett suggested.

: James tied Shorty to the chair, which was in turn tied to the wall.

: "You know, let's go a little easy on Short Round, he could make a good hostage, and get alot of green," James said to Brett.

: "Yeah, that would be great! We could live on a tropical island with E.T. servents and beach parties with a whole bunch of chicks, and maybe we could get that Meg chick to come along," Brett said excitedley.

: They looked at Short Round and each brother gave an evil grin in his direction.




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