Dramatic Emphasis
Welcome once again to the tales of the not-so-good doctor, Thaddeus Vernon Narosia!
When last we left an (as of yet) unnamed foe had violated the doctors secret sanctity. What dastardly do-gooder dare encroach upon the Doctors nefarious schemes, lets watch.
"Um..." The man in brown replied.
"Um? Um is not a name! Now tell me what I want to hear or my Well Concealed Parana Tank in the Floor will do it for me!"
With that there was the clanking of chains sounded through out the cavern and then silence.
"I said, my Well Concealed Parana Tank in the Floor, are you paying attention up there?" The doctor craned his head to look at the landing above, addressing a stooge in a blue suite. The stooge upon being spoken to directly began to shake with fright. He hastently began to throw switches and press buttons as myiad machines and secret panels opened and closed. The Doctor was beginning to loose patents.
"You know what, Stop! Just stop, how long have you been here, three months? I just can tolerate this kind of insolence, not in my very own layer. I mean it's just too much for me. First a dastardly unnamed foe are brakes into my secret mountain base..."
Um... yeah, about that I just need you to.."
"Ok, Super Brown Suite Man, or what-ever you call yourself, two things" And the Doctor held up to fingers as he spoke to emphasis his points.
"Number one, don't interrupt my monologing. Number two, Don't interrupt My Monologing! Now," the doctor now lowering his voice again to an inside volume, "where was I?"
" brakes into my secret mountain base," said Super Brown Suite Man.
"Right, thankyou," the Doctor nodded politely. "breaks into my secret mountain base, and you can't get the parana tank to work! How do you think this looks? I could just press the button my self but where would be the Dramatic Emphasis? If Lady Daring or say even Pete the Portly where to come calling how would it look to them. I know they don't get this kind of incompetence from their stooges. I mean I gave you a chance, so I think I am going to have to fire you!"
And with that the Doctor pulled out a portable wirerless control panel and pressed what would have been a big red button. (had it been on stationary and quite bulky metal control panel infront of him.) And the nameless stooge in the blue suite looks down in fright as a hole in the floor opens at his feet and a "splash" echoes throughout the cave.
"There," said the Doctor, as screams amid the sounds of gnawing come from the Well Concealed paranoia Tank in the Floor. Then the Doctor turned his full attention back on the task at hand, which of course was the intruder. "Now you have come to thwart me no doubt. Defeat me and the remaining of my stooges, destroy the Photinic oscillator, thereby preventing my Mega-Weather Generator from ever becoming functional, is that it?"
"No, I just need you..."
"Need, need, need, what about my needs? My needs for privacy and of course WORLD DOMINATION! These are very important things for me right now, and I really don't have time, what with hirraring a new stooge and all. I mean their is adds, and getting the job description small enough without being too brief. Though I heard good things about those internet want adds, unlimited space and a single monthly fee... No I dare say I will not have time to toy with you any longer good-bye" and with an evil grin the doctor pressed the would be big red button again and a whining sounded below Super Brown Suite Man's feet, then it stopped.
The Doctor cursed loudly in some Eastern European accent and threw down his control device upon the floor. "Who was responsible the mantanece of the trap doors, honestly this is just ridiculous!"
The Super Brown Suite Man, stepped forward pulling out a small, portable control device of his own. (a contingency the Doctor had not thought of) and with it a small black pointed weapon of unknown destruction. There was a heavy pause as he looked at the Doctor and the Doctor looked at him. Then, the man spoke.
"I need you to sign for the package!"
3 Comments:
Seriously, Mr. Grubbs... Um...are the spelling errors intentional? I mean...you spelled pirhana wrong three times, but each time was different than that last! I'm starting to think that it's a plot on your part to infect the world with bad spelling...although, on the other hand..back in the day (something like the 16th c.-ish) you were considered uncreative if you could only think of one way to spell a word.
grubbsy, good story. don't listen to dr. kuha... he's a quack.
(I don't even think he's a dr.)
I am a doctor as much as any man.
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