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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jul 31, 2010 11:33:10 GMT -5
"What? Bryan asked. He had to hold himself back, because he wasn't supposed to know about other species in the universe. He looked at his co-worker. He thought to himself, 'He must be wearing a skinny suit. Why didn't I notice anything?'
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Post by fishcustard563 on Jul 31, 2010 11:59:00 GMT -5
"Yes. Don't panic. They're very fat aliens with poor personal hygiene. But, there might be a chance we could bargain with him--"
"I have ears, you know," the co-worker called blithely.
Jones immediately pushed Bryan under the desk, whirled around, and produced an Uzi Sub-Machine Gun.
BRAKBRAKBRAK
It seemed like hours before the deafening noise of the gunfire stopped. Jones dropped the empty gun and motioned for Bryan to stay back.
A huge shape rose from the smoke. A cross between a baby, a lobster and a lizard, wrapped in slimy yellow skin and the remains of human skin still hanging off it.
"Blast," the Timoreen muttered.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jul 31, 2010 12:10:56 GMT -5
Bryan peeked over the desk. He was barely a white-haired half of a head above the surface. It had been too long since he had seen another non-human species and he wasn't about to give that up. He looked between Jones and the Timoreen. 'This doesn't look good,' he thought.
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Post by fishcustard563 on Jul 31, 2010 12:20:03 GMT -5
"What are you doing here?" Jones said scornfully.
"Hiding," the alien replied. "I was quite enjoying my human life." It began to dust itself off.
"Hiding why?" asked Jones.
"I have shamed my family," the Timoreen yawned and stretched, it's massive claws touching either side of the shop. "Associations with the bloody Slitheen. Now, who are you?"
"Gabriel Jones," the man with one heart said. "Son of Oliver and Susan."
"And how do you know about me?"
"My father was a time agent."
"Ahh, Oliver Jones, yes, the name does seem familiar.......slaughtered by Daleks, I believe?"
Gabe inclined his head slightly, expressionless.
"How unfortunate. I'll be going then."
"No."
The Timoreen's baby face twitched. "What?"
"You're coming with me," Gabe told it. "And then you're going to the Howling Halls for the rest of your life."
"Oh come now, don't be foolish," the Timoreen said, flexing it's claws. "You have no weapon."
"Don't need it to kill scum like you. Now shut up, and come with me."
The Timoreen screamed, it reached for Gabriel who darted nimbly away.
"YOU S'WIT! YOU EGG BREAKER! I'LL PEEL THE FLESH FROM YOUR BONES!"
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jul 31, 2010 12:31:09 GMT -5
Bryan hid behind the desk. 'Crap, I'm in trouble if he can spot a Timoreen.' He thought about what the creature said. 'His dad was killed by Daleks... Like my mum.' He peeked around the side of the desk.
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Post by fishcustard563 on Jul 31, 2010 14:06:52 GMT -5
The Timoreen was strangling Gabe awkwardly.
"Kid.....!" choked Gabriel. "Get........Vineger........quickly.......!"
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jul 31, 2010 14:12:40 GMT -5
"Oh, yeah, and I just happen to have vinegar in my back pocket!" Bryan scoffed as he started going through peoples' lunches. "Better hope someone brought fish and chips," he muttered to himself.
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Post by fishcustard563 on Aug 3, 2010 7:43:40 GMT -5
"You should you idioelhhhhh........"
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Aug 3, 2010 9:53:01 GMT -5
"Why the hell should I carry vinegar in my back pocket?! It's not like I expect to see a Timoreen to come knocking down my any day! dang, man!" Bryan exclaimed. He continued to search through peoples' lunches. "Finally, a Brit that brings fish and chips for lunch!" He grabbed the bottle of vinegar and started flinging the liquid at the Timoreen. "Sorry, Tim. But we don't strangle our customers." "Wow, I should have seen that coming. Tim?! Really?"
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Post by fishcustard563 on Aug 3, 2010 13:18:01 GMT -5
The Timoreen flicnhed and squealed, bursting into green flames. It collapsed and was dead within the minute.
Gabriel stood, folded his arms and frowned.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Aug 3, 2010 13:35:39 GMT -5
Bryan looked at Gabriel. "What, you told me to! How was I supposed to know that he would burst into flames?" He was going to try to see if he could still act human. Especially if he took a sub-machine gun to a Timoreen after he said he would negotiate.
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Post by fishcustard563 on Aug 3, 2010 14:26:02 GMT -5
Gabriel did not answer. He took from his pocket a vegetable.
"Would you like some broccoli?"
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Aug 3, 2010 15:40:33 GMT -5
Bryan looked at Gabriel and the broccoli and shook his head. "No, thank you. Hate the stuff." He could feel the hairs rise on the back of his neck already. Did this guy know he was allergic?
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Post by fishcustard563 on Aug 4, 2010 7:27:27 GMT -5
Gabriel's lip curled.
"No. I insist."
He shoved the broccoli under Bryan's nose.
"One bite, hm?"
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Aug 4, 2010 10:39:13 GMT -5
Bryan stared at it and at the man. He kept his lips tightly shut and shook his head violently, stepping back. The guy had to know that he was allergic. Now he wanted to kill him like he did the Timoreen, that had to be it. He had to be from Torchwood.
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