Post by Colonel Nick Fury on Nov 2, 2007 17:32:04 GMT -5
This is a story that Rogue wrote but she posted it as a reply in the wrong section so I'm pasting it here for her.
So this is all Rogue:
Okay and I have an odd sense of humor and Lex is under the influence of kryptonite....anyway, here goes.
Lex contacted the supervisor of his project. In a few seconds the screen of his laptop showed a plain white room and a scrawny black man with large glasses.
" Hello Fuller, how are things coming?"
Fuller screwed up his face, his trademark that earned him the dubious honor of being called Urkel. His eyes bugged and irration showed clearly through.
" You blew up the lab sir."
" Actually, Doctor Jasper blew up the lab. I merely survived."
" Fascinating."
Lex was about to chew him out when the thin scientist lifted up a jar for inspection. It was a white rat, contentedly chattering to itself and preening its pink little ears.
" Viola! I give you Perfect Rat. But watch this-" Fuller grabbed two cymbals and slammed them against the heavy plastic jar. A booming metallic clattering sound bounced the little rat into a tizzy. It snarled curled its upper lip and it's tail twitched rapidly like an angry tomcat's.
" I call this one…Evil Rat. The boys call it Demon Rat, they should know, Billy lost two fingers and a half. Sir, what do you think? Sir? Luthor?" Fuller leaned closer to the screen.
Lex could feel something snap inside his head and his fists came down hard on the desk.
" Yes! I'm here! What do you want? You're fired!"
" Sir? It is conceivable that some stray Black Kryptonite got into your blood, the night of the explosion. That puts us way ahead of schedule. Oh dear. Oh my. Oh terror. And we don't even have a lab anymore."
" What do you mean you don't have a lab? Why do I care whether you have a lab or not. You're fired! Clean out the cages, your desk and get in line for the nearest soup kitchen! You're finished at Luthorcorp."
" Oh dear." Fuller's face twisted, " I'll send a specialist over to assess you ASAP."
" Don't bother! I'm going to Bermuda; I will start a fertilizer company for all those sugar cane farmers! Adios!" Lex severed the connection and searched for the stockmarket report.
So this is all Rogue:
Okay and I have an odd sense of humor and Lex is under the influence of kryptonite....anyway, here goes.
Lex contacted the supervisor of his project. In a few seconds the screen of his laptop showed a plain white room and a scrawny black man with large glasses.
" Hello Fuller, how are things coming?"
Fuller screwed up his face, his trademark that earned him the dubious honor of being called Urkel. His eyes bugged and irration showed clearly through.
" You blew up the lab sir."
" Actually, Doctor Jasper blew up the lab. I merely survived."
" Fascinating."
Lex was about to chew him out when the thin scientist lifted up a jar for inspection. It was a white rat, contentedly chattering to itself and preening its pink little ears.
" Viola! I give you Perfect Rat. But watch this-" Fuller grabbed two cymbals and slammed them against the heavy plastic jar. A booming metallic clattering sound bounced the little rat into a tizzy. It snarled curled its upper lip and it's tail twitched rapidly like an angry tomcat's.
" I call this one…Evil Rat. The boys call it Demon Rat, they should know, Billy lost two fingers and a half. Sir, what do you think? Sir? Luthor?" Fuller leaned closer to the screen.
Lex could feel something snap inside his head and his fists came down hard on the desk.
" Yes! I'm here! What do you want? You're fired!"
" Sir? It is conceivable that some stray Black Kryptonite got into your blood, the night of the explosion. That puts us way ahead of schedule. Oh dear. Oh my. Oh terror. And we don't even have a lab anymore."
" What do you mean you don't have a lab? Why do I care whether you have a lab or not. You're fired! Clean out the cages, your desk and get in line for the nearest soup kitchen! You're finished at Luthorcorp."
" Oh dear." Fuller's face twisted, " I'll send a specialist over to assess you ASAP."
" Don't bother! I'm going to Bermuda; I will start a fertilizer company for all those sugar cane farmers! Adios!" Lex severed the connection and searched for the stockmarket report.