Pong: The Paddles Strike Back

Disclaimer: Take a hike... Eventually you'll find them. The people who own Pong, that is.

Narrarator: *ahem* Many points questioning the er... goodness? of this fanfiction were raised last chapter. So here we will try to make the 'fic more um... good. Yeah, that's it.
*Ball knocks Narrarator out of the way*
Narrarator: Aaaaaaaaargh!
Ball: Yes, well, anyway... *ahem* the following changes have been made.

1) I have had plastic surgery so that I can have the luxery of facial features. I have also been given two wooden legs and a pair of boxer shorts.

2) Narrarator has hired a personal tutor to teach him how to draw, so he can use his 'artistic licence'.

3) He used this artistic licence to come up with an unbelievably awful Star Trek rip off as a storyline.

Nararator: It's not a rip off! It's my own original!

Ball: Yeah, right.

4) To go with this storyline, he wrote a script (surprisingly enough).

5) I got on the phone to Mobs 'R' Us, and hired a professional audience.

Audience: Cheer!

Ball: Why thankyou. Now, this marvel of a story shall begin!











Ball: Um, please?










Ball: Why isn't it starting?
*Narrarator runs on stage*
Narrarator: Okay, wellll....
Ball: Well what?
Narrarator: *takes deep breath* The audience got hungry, and ate the script. In turn, your boxer shorts got hungry and ate the audience. Then your facial features got hungry and ate your boxer shorts. Then your wooden legs ate your facial features. And right now, woodworm are in the process of eating your legs; they should finish about... now.
Ball: Aargh! *falls to floor* Ouch! *starts to sob* Sob! Why??! Sob, sob!
Narrarator: There, there. Well, I guess that brings us to the end.

THE END