Try These On For Thighs - Chapter 2
“Why...Mr President...I don't know what to say! I'm...I'm overwhelmed! Of course I'll want Brainard, and perhaps a new deputy assistant. There are some very good (drools) young women graduating....”.
“Good! Good! I'm glad you're happy with that, and the extra staffing won't be a problem, because it makes the next part a little easier for me. Your funding for The Nerd is being cut, and that means your power supply is also being cut – right about...NOW! Sorry about that – call you later about the new facility!”
The Professor fell back from the now dead telephone in dismay, his life's work in ruins at his feet.
Back in his capsule...The Nerd sensed a growing coldness, darkness, and a feeling of numbness creeping up his twisted, shrunken legs and body. He started to thrash about, breaking his waste tubes, filling the capsule with a murky brown sludge that threatened to choke the life out of him. He struggled and fitted, and then grew ominously silent and still..............
The Nerd floated, face down, arse up, still as death, inside his brown-filled capsule – he never knew that losing power meant you had to eat shit and live in it, too, (ratchets eyebrows) but there it was! He was still, silent, and fading fast – nothing could save him – the monitors slowly wound down towards zero, one by one, as Brainard, now rudely woken from his guilty nap, struggled to keep them up with no power. Where was that damned power? What was happening?
The Professor tore through the door at a dead run, screaming to Brainard to unhook The Nerd and start pushing his gurney!
“Where?” said a frantic Brainard ...”What can we do without power?”
“The President cut it off! We must FIND power – anywhere, anyhow – and right now – so move, Brainard! MOVE!”.
They ran, Nerd unhooked from the power and life support systems and with wires and drips trailing and leaving a slime trail of Nerd juices – down the corridor, out into the street, frantically seeking an empty power socket that still had power.
“Quickly, Brainard”, shouted The Professor, “There's the hospital! They MUST have power – go, boy – go! Not even Ovama would cut off power to a hospital – I think! (scratches head while running – try it some time)”.
“Good! Good! I'm glad you're happy with that, and the extra staffing won't be a problem, because it makes the next part a little easier for me. Your funding for The Nerd is being cut, and that means your power supply is also being cut – right about...NOW! Sorry about that – call you later about the new facility!”
The Professor fell back from the now dead telephone in dismay, his life's work in ruins at his feet.
Back in his capsule...The Nerd sensed a growing coldness, darkness, and a feeling of numbness creeping up his twisted, shrunken legs and body. He started to thrash about, breaking his waste tubes, filling the capsule with a murky brown sludge that threatened to choke the life out of him. He struggled and fitted, and then grew ominously silent and still..............
The Nerd floated, face down, arse up, still as death, inside his brown-filled capsule – he never knew that losing power meant you had to eat shit and live in it, too, (ratchets eyebrows) but there it was! He was still, silent, and fading fast – nothing could save him – the monitors slowly wound down towards zero, one by one, as Brainard, now rudely woken from his guilty nap, struggled to keep them up with no power. Where was that damned power? What was happening?
The Professor tore through the door at a dead run, screaming to Brainard to unhook The Nerd and start pushing his gurney!
“Where?” said a frantic Brainard ...”What can we do without power?”
“The President cut it off! We must FIND power – anywhere, anyhow – and right now – so move, Brainard! MOVE!”.
They ran, Nerd unhooked from the power and life support systems and with wires and drips trailing and leaving a slime trail of Nerd juices – down the corridor, out into the street, frantically seeking an empty power socket that still had power.
“Quickly, Brainard”, shouted The Professor, “There's the hospital! They MUST have power – go, boy – go! Not even Ovama would cut off power to a hospital – I think! (scratches head while running – try it some time)”.
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