Scene: Outside of Lute's home. Uncle Taco is fidgeting nervously as a large bunch of impatient gnomes and nasty-looking combat Mecs pace about the front lawn.
Uncle Taco: (Where is that good-for-nothing!)
Gnome 1: We've been waiting LOTS of time, Taco.
Gnome 2: And we're getting LOTS tired of it!
Uncle Taco: Just hold on a little longer! I'm sure the clean-up is almost done, and then you can inspect the Mecs!
Gnome 4: They must be LOTS dirty if it's taken two hours!
Lute's mother emerges from the front door, holding a large tray of cookies and a metal pitcher.
Lute's Mom: Okay, boys, I brought you all some lemonade to tide you over!
Gnome 3: Lemonade!
Gnome 5: I hope you got -
Lute's Mom: I know, I know, I got LOTS of it! *rolls eyes* (I'm gonna make that boy regret the day he was born!)
Combat Mec 3: Radar detects small group approaching from southwest.
Uncle Taco: That must be Lute. He's got our Mecs (and none too soon).
Gnome 2: You have more than one?
Uncle Taco: I ain't going to say it, no matter how much Sariel pays me!
Lute's Mom: Lute! You lazy boy! Get your - what the!?
A large contingent of Trinity forces come from around the back of the house.
Trinity Division Leader: Destroy everything! KILL! KILL! KILL!
Gnome 3: Trinity soldiers!
Gnome 5: LOTS of Trinity AAHHH!!
Trinity 3: Suck DestructionBeam, stunty!
Gnome 4: Racist &!^@#! Give him LOTS of pain!
The combat Mecs open fire on the Trinity forces, mostly hitting Lute's house.
Lute's Mom: My home! You stone-sucking GAAHH!!
The Trinity forces proceed to systematically vaporize everyone.
Trinity Division Leader: HAHAHAHA! KILL! KILL!
Trinity 7: Sir, they're all dead.
Trinity Division Leader: KILL! KILL! KILL!
Trinity 2: Gladly. *blasts Division Leader*
Trinity 3: He died in the line of duty.
The Trinity Soldiers take off their hats and bow their heads in a moment of silence.
Trinity 5: See any Mecs that match the descriptions?
Trinity 3: No.
Trinity 5: Any tokens?
Trinity 3: None.
Trinity 5: *sighs* Dammit!
Sariel V Humor, Ltd. - You know how much!
Copyright March, 2001
