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SPACEBALL CITY - INT. PRESIDENT MAGSIE'S OFFICE - NIGHT
PIOTR: Magneto is talkink to someone on the phone.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: Don't be ridiculous. As president of Planet Mutantball, I can assure both you and your viewers, that there is absolutely no air shortage whatsoever. Yes, of course, I've heard the same rumor myself. Thanks for calling, and not reversing the charges. Bye. =hangs up phone= *bleep*head.
PIOTR: He opens a desk drawer. It has a lot of cans in it. He takes one and opens it. The can says, "Perrier Salt-Free Air." He starts breathink the air. =looks up= Raven, why am I just readink all the stage directions?
RAVEN PAN: because I couldn't decide on a part, and this way you're in pretty well every scene.
PIOTR: Oh.
TABBY: =appears on the wall= President Magsie.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: =throws can behind him and closes the drawer= Yes.
TABBY: This is Central Control, Mutantball Commanderette Tabitha speaking, sir.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: Yes, what is it Commanderette?
TABBY: Lord Fire has informed us that Princess Storm is in sight, and Mutantball 1 is closing in on her.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: Good, good.
TABBY: We have both ships coming up on the teledar, sir, if you wish to observe.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: I'll be down presently.
TABBY: Shall I have Ray beam you down?
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: I don't know about that beaming stuff. Is it safe?
TABBY: Oh yes, sir. Ray beamed me twice last night. It was wonderful.=grins=
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: All right, I take a shot at it. What the hell, it works on Star Trek. =steps into the beaming pod=
TABBY: Ray, beam him down.
RAY: =O.S.= Yes, sir... Ma'am. Er.... Immediately... Aw heck, Sure thing, Tabbs!
PIOTR: and so, President Magsie beams out of his office.
*******
INT. CENTRAL CONTROL - NIGHT
PIOTR: Magsie reappears. His head is on backwards.
VOICE (O.S.): Space-monkies!! What's happened to his head?
TABBY: It's on backwards.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: This is terrible! Do something.
RAY: I'm sorry, sir. There must have been a microconverterisationalisticoriser malfunction.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: =not listening, lifts up the cape= Why didn't somebody tell me my heinie was so big?
PIOTR: Everyone else looks and snickers. =mumbles= the things I do for that elf.... =glances at Raven Pan=
RAY: Hold on, sir. We'll try and reverse the beam. Could be the interlockorisationaliser system.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: =scratches his rear= ahhhh
RAY: =flipping switches= Lock 1, Lock 2, Lock 3, Lock'n Load 'em!
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: =beams out.=
*******
INT. PRESIDENT PRESIDENT MAGSIE'S OFFICE - NIGHT
PIOTR: President Magsie reappears, back to normal. Tabby appears on the wall.
TABBY: Are you all right, Mr. President.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: I'm fine, no thanks to you.
TABBY: We'll beam you back, sir.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: Forget it. Forget it. No more beaming. This time I'm walking. =walks through the door to his right=
*******
INT. CENTRAL CONTROL - NIGHT
TABBY: President Magsie, Salute.
ALL: =flip the proverbial bird in salute= Hail Magsie!
PIOTR: President Magsie Flips them all off in return. =looks up= What's this fic rated again?
PIETRO: Don't worry about it – it's not like they're doing anything blatantly wrong, and if they're not doing anything blatantly wrong it doesn't really matter since all the stuff is all just sort of inferred and so there really is no reason to worry about it at all.
RAVEN PAN: =hugs Pietro=
PIETRO: =grins=
JEAN and AMARA: Hello, President Magsie.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: =Looks at Jean= Oh, uh. Hello, Amara.
AMARA: I'm Amara.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: =Looks at Amara= Hello, Jean.
JEAN: I'm Jean.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: Chew your gum. Where's the Princess.
TABBY: Right there, sir. On the left side of the screen, approaching Mutantball 1, at fifteen hundred light parsecs per minute.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: Good, good. She almost in our grasp. Tell Dark Fire he must take the Princess alive.
PIETRO: that was really good, wasn't it? I think it was, and I just can't believe how quickly this isn't moving along, hurry it up Raven! hurry hurry hurry... oh, and you people reading this, review!!!!
SPACEBALL CITY - INT. PRESIDENT MAGSIE'S OFFICE - NIGHT
PIOTR: Magneto is talkink to someone on the phone.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: Don't be ridiculous. As president of Planet Mutantball, I can assure both you and your viewers, that there is absolutely no air shortage whatsoever. Yes, of course, I've heard the same rumor myself. Thanks for calling, and not reversing the charges. Bye. =hangs up phone= *bleep*head.
PIOTR: He opens a desk drawer. It has a lot of cans in it. He takes one and opens it. The can says, "Perrier Salt-Free Air." He starts breathink the air. =looks up= Raven, why am I just readink all the stage directions?
RAVEN PAN: because I couldn't decide on a part, and this way you're in pretty well every scene.
PIOTR: Oh.
TABBY: =appears on the wall= President Magsie.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: =throws can behind him and closes the drawer= Yes.
TABBY: This is Central Control, Mutantball Commanderette Tabitha speaking, sir.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: Yes, what is it Commanderette?
TABBY: Lord Fire has informed us that Princess Storm is in sight, and Mutantball 1 is closing in on her.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: Good, good.
TABBY: We have both ships coming up on the teledar, sir, if you wish to observe.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: I'll be down presently.
TABBY: Shall I have Ray beam you down?
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: I don't know about that beaming stuff. Is it safe?
TABBY: Oh yes, sir. Ray beamed me twice last night. It was wonderful.=grins=
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: All right, I take a shot at it. What the hell, it works on Star Trek. =steps into the beaming pod=
TABBY: Ray, beam him down.
RAY: =O.S.= Yes, sir... Ma'am. Er.... Immediately... Aw heck, Sure thing, Tabbs!
PIOTR: and so, President Magsie beams out of his office.
*******
INT. CENTRAL CONTROL - NIGHT
PIOTR: Magsie reappears. His head is on backwards.
VOICE (O.S.): Space-monkies!! What's happened to his head?
TABBY: It's on backwards.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: This is terrible! Do something.
RAY: I'm sorry, sir. There must have been a microconverterisationalisticoriser malfunction.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: =not listening, lifts up the cape= Why didn't somebody tell me my heinie was so big?
PIOTR: Everyone else looks and snickers. =mumbles= the things I do for that elf.... =glances at Raven Pan=
RAY: Hold on, sir. We'll try and reverse the beam. Could be the interlockorisationaliser system.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: =scratches his rear= ahhhh
RAY: =flipping switches= Lock 1, Lock 2, Lock 3, Lock'n Load 'em!
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: =beams out.=
*******
INT. PRESIDENT PRESIDENT MAGSIE'S OFFICE - NIGHT
PIOTR: President Magsie reappears, back to normal. Tabby appears on the wall.
TABBY: Are you all right, Mr. President.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: I'm fine, no thanks to you.
TABBY: We'll beam you back, sir.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: Forget it. Forget it. No more beaming. This time I'm walking. =walks through the door to his right=
*******
INT. CENTRAL CONTROL - NIGHT
TABBY: President Magsie, Salute.
ALL: =flip the proverbial bird in salute= Hail Magsie!
PIOTR: President Magsie Flips them all off in return. =looks up= What's this fic rated again?
PIETRO: Don't worry about it – it's not like they're doing anything blatantly wrong, and if they're not doing anything blatantly wrong it doesn't really matter since all the stuff is all just sort of inferred and so there really is no reason to worry about it at all.
RAVEN PAN: =hugs Pietro=
PIETRO: =grins=
JEAN and AMARA: Hello, President Magsie.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: =Looks at Jean= Oh, uh. Hello, Amara.
AMARA: I'm Amara.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: =Looks at Amara= Hello, Jean.
JEAN: I'm Jean.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: Chew your gum. Where's the Princess.
TABBY: Right there, sir. On the left side of the screen, approaching Mutantball 1, at fifteen hundred light parsecs per minute.
PRESIDENT MAGSIE: Good, good. She almost in our grasp. Tell Dark Fire he must take the Princess alive.
PIETRO: that was really good, wasn't it? I think it was, and I just can't believe how quickly this isn't moving along, hurry it up Raven! hurry hurry hurry... oh, and you people reading this, review!!!!