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That's EVERYONE! Cool or what? Again, I ask about italics. How?
Without further ado here is chapter 12...
Morpheus picked up the phone in his hand, looking at it casually, but really he was concentrating on a young shoplifter across the shop, sliding the mobile phones into his jacket pocket, then watching carefully as the alarm system went off as the young man went out the door. Life, he found, often had some great comic moments.
Pondering on this thought, Morpheus started an inter-head Matrix based monopoly game. He had gone off chess. Unfortunately, just as he had picked up a chance card (Get out of jail free) he was interrupted by a certain dark head techno wizard. "So does this phone have snake?" he was asking a haggard shop assistant. "No sir..." "What do you mean it doesn't have snake? What's the point of having a phone if you can't play games?" The man handed him a leaflet and Neo opened it. "What the hell is a text message?
Morpheus pushed Neo's voice out of his head, trying to concentrate on the monopoly. (What did it mean, "Second place in a beauty contest? I mean surely....")
Meanwhile, on the other side of the shop The manager was shaking hands with Neo and Trinity.
"Honestly sir" she said "We never have had any big star in our shop before... and what a lovely lady friend you have with you.... will you sign some merchandise? And with that she grabbed his arm ignoring Neo's cries of "But I'm not Tom Jones... it's just the leather jacket..."
Inside the small office, the manageress looked greedily into the next room and the person standing there. The Irish pop god was chatting worriedly with his Girlfriend, he seemed to be worried about his coat, and was pointing to it and shaking his head, and the girl was laughing. The manageress shook her head. As this didn't happen to him all the time! And my! Didn't that botox work he looked about twenty years younger! She laughed-Well soon they'd be sorry.
"Seriously Trinity, what are we going to do?" asked Neo, alias Tom Jones. He had been standing, wondering what he was doing in a phone shop, whistling "Sex bomb." And now this. "We could get Morpheus to help." Said Trinity between splutters of mirth "I'll just call him with my telekinetic brain powers"
Out in the shop Morpheus was wondering whether he had enough money to buy a house in Zion centre. Blissfully unaware of anything else, Telekinetic or otherwise.
"It's not working," squeaked Trinity (It was either her voice or the material of her outfit...) "we're in real trouble." "Why couldn't you get hold of him?" asked Neo "I've never been in a Tom Jones hold up situation before, I don't know if we can kung fu our way out of this one, we need to get hold of him..." The lady had entered the room from her office.
"You could use one of our state of the art phones." Said the manageress. (Was that an evil glint in her eye as she said it? Thought Neo)
"He's just in the shop, can't you just go and get him?" asked Neo
"Nope" said the lady (Was that a demonic smile? Was it? Thought Neo)
"Please use the phone." she said with a falsely sweet smile.
"No way!" said Neo- there was something weird about this one, he thought. (When isn't there?) Trinity looked at Neo critically. What the hell was up with him?
"I'll use the phone." She said simply and reached for it.
Before the manageress could yell "NO I WANT TOM TO DO IT! Neo had dived in and knocked the phone out of Trinity's hand just as it touched her face. The phone clattered to the floor. And exploded.
Unfortunately or fortunately (Depending on whether your good or evil) the explosion was no bigger than a match flaring up.
"Damn! I knew I should of used Dynamite!" shouted the manageress.
"You poor woman, you tried to kill Tom Jones. I pity you." He looked at the mangeress, disgusted.
Meanwhile Trinity was looking at Neo in a new light. "You saved my life." She stuttered, for the first time realising the look of his deep loving eyes...
"Not for the first time." he said softly, looking back into her eyes. "You need saving loads in the films, deep down you're a bit of a sissy really."
"You don't chat up girls much do you?" she asked.
"Hello Trinity, I was a reclusive computer geek! Not exactly sex god material!"
They went and found Morpheus, who was standing still, his eyes glazed over. Trinity waved her hand over his face and back. And back again. Nothing..
"Hello, Morpheus? Where are you"
"I'm in jail" he answered. He looked at their surprised looks.
"In jail?" they asked simultaneously.
"It's ok though, I've got a get out of jail free card!".
Review please. The chinchilla will use the warm fuzzy light of your reviews to do some glass moulding in his bowl. Ta Ta!
Without further ado here is chapter 12...
Morpheus picked up the phone in his hand, looking at it casually, but really he was concentrating on a young shoplifter across the shop, sliding the mobile phones into his jacket pocket, then watching carefully as the alarm system went off as the young man went out the door. Life, he found, often had some great comic moments.
Pondering on this thought, Morpheus started an inter-head Matrix based monopoly game. He had gone off chess. Unfortunately, just as he had picked up a chance card (Get out of jail free) he was interrupted by a certain dark head techno wizard. "So does this phone have snake?" he was asking a haggard shop assistant. "No sir..." "What do you mean it doesn't have snake? What's the point of having a phone if you can't play games?" The man handed him a leaflet and Neo opened it. "What the hell is a text message?
Morpheus pushed Neo's voice out of his head, trying to concentrate on the monopoly. (What did it mean, "Second place in a beauty contest? I mean surely....")
Meanwhile, on the other side of the shop The manager was shaking hands with Neo and Trinity.
"Honestly sir" she said "We never have had any big star in our shop before... and what a lovely lady friend you have with you.... will you sign some merchandise? And with that she grabbed his arm ignoring Neo's cries of "But I'm not Tom Jones... it's just the leather jacket..."
Inside the small office, the manageress looked greedily into the next room and the person standing there. The Irish pop god was chatting worriedly with his Girlfriend, he seemed to be worried about his coat, and was pointing to it and shaking his head, and the girl was laughing. The manageress shook her head. As this didn't happen to him all the time! And my! Didn't that botox work he looked about twenty years younger! She laughed-Well soon they'd be sorry.
"Seriously Trinity, what are we going to do?" asked Neo, alias Tom Jones. He had been standing, wondering what he was doing in a phone shop, whistling "Sex bomb." And now this. "We could get Morpheus to help." Said Trinity between splutters of mirth "I'll just call him with my telekinetic brain powers"
Out in the shop Morpheus was wondering whether he had enough money to buy a house in Zion centre. Blissfully unaware of anything else, Telekinetic or otherwise.
"It's not working," squeaked Trinity (It was either her voice or the material of her outfit...) "we're in real trouble." "Why couldn't you get hold of him?" asked Neo "I've never been in a Tom Jones hold up situation before, I don't know if we can kung fu our way out of this one, we need to get hold of him..." The lady had entered the room from her office.
"You could use one of our state of the art phones." Said the manageress. (Was that an evil glint in her eye as she said it? Thought Neo)
"He's just in the shop, can't you just go and get him?" asked Neo
"Nope" said the lady (Was that a demonic smile? Was it? Thought Neo)
"Please use the phone." she said with a falsely sweet smile.
"No way!" said Neo- there was something weird about this one, he thought. (When isn't there?) Trinity looked at Neo critically. What the hell was up with him?
"I'll use the phone." She said simply and reached for it.
Before the manageress could yell "NO I WANT TOM TO DO IT! Neo had dived in and knocked the phone out of Trinity's hand just as it touched her face. The phone clattered to the floor. And exploded.
Unfortunately or fortunately (Depending on whether your good or evil) the explosion was no bigger than a match flaring up.
"Damn! I knew I should of used Dynamite!" shouted the manageress.
"You poor woman, you tried to kill Tom Jones. I pity you." He looked at the mangeress, disgusted.
Meanwhile Trinity was looking at Neo in a new light. "You saved my life." She stuttered, for the first time realising the look of his deep loving eyes...
"Not for the first time." he said softly, looking back into her eyes. "You need saving loads in the films, deep down you're a bit of a sissy really."
"You don't chat up girls much do you?" she asked.
"Hello Trinity, I was a reclusive computer geek! Not exactly sex god material!"
They went and found Morpheus, who was standing still, his eyes glazed over. Trinity waved her hand over his face and back. And back again. Nothing..
"Hello, Morpheus? Where are you"
"I'm in jail" he answered. He looked at their surprised looks.
"In jail?" they asked simultaneously.
"It's ok though, I've got a get out of jail free card!".
Review please. The chinchilla will use the warm fuzzy light of your reviews to do some glass moulding in his bowl. Ta Ta!