Syd:((still asleep)
Soap:((runs and jumps on Syd!!))You will never get this done if you don't stop sleeping!
Syd:((Wakes up suddenly, beating Soap to pulp))POCESSED FRUITCAKE WILL NEVER CONCURE ME!!!!!AARG!
JO: ((Watching Syd beat Soap up,)) And people think I'm crazy(( sits down, puts on bifocals and starts readind a book.....thats on fire))Oh, I love this part...
Returning Home:Ian
Dinosaurs, fire, and muses were not a compatable combination. Or at least not on a remote island.Ian Malcolm sat in his first-class window seat on the the plane to Las Angelos Airport. He sat there staring out the window at the vast ocean below. His thoughts lingered on the day before. It was exciting, none the less, but a normal day would truly be nice.
"Hey, your that choas dino guy, right?" Said the man sitting beside him.
"Hey, your the third person to call me that this month," he replyed dryly, watching land slowly start to apear below.
"Yeah, I saw you on the news, they said you saved Sandiago from a T-rex, you and that fine red head,"he said staring at Ian, but looked away when Ian's glare met his eyes.
"That fine red head is my girlfriend, and I don't appreciate you speaking about her that way,"he said coldly. The rest of the flight was silent, except for the ocasional cough or mutter.
"Hey, hey...It was great meeting you, Chaos Guy," said the moron when they were exiting the plane, "I'll think of you everytime something crazy happens, Choas Guy,"
"Yeah, I'll think of you everytime someone calls me that," along with the other dozen, he thought to himself.
He left the airport emptyhanded, since everything he had packed was floating at sea somewhere. With his luck, a kid in Costa Rica was walking around in his jacket. He called a cab when he went outside. It took him to his Las Angelos apartment. He walked into his living room and sat on his couch. He gazed around at the little things that he had gathered with his travels. They sat in between the many books and binders that lined the shelves along the wall.
He closed his eyes for a moment then got up and walked over to his answering machine.
"You have three new messages....38 old messages..." said the mechanical vioce,
"I should really delete those old messages..." he said outloud. The first message was from Sarah, she was checking in on him from Africa. The second one took him by surprise though. It was...unique.
"Hi sugur beat, I've been missen your luvin!" said what sounded like a young woman.
"Honey, who are you talking to?" said a man's voice in the background.
"I'm leavin you a message, why?"
"Cause that wasn't my answering machine...."
"Oh....um...wrong number..."there was a click meaning she had hung up.
"Yeah, now I thought I might have been getting lucky," said Ian with a chuckle. The third message was even more interesting.
"Hello, Ian Malcolm, this is the Oprah Winfrey studio, she would like to have you on her show......"
Syd: Yeah....I know Oprah is a chick show...but I thought Springer was pretty out of the question.
Soap: ((rubbing a large lump on her head))I wonder if Springer will have a show called 'My person is beating me, and I'm just an innocent muse'
JO: I wonder if he is going to have a show called 'I liek fire and I'm just an innocent muse'
Soap:((runs and jumps on Syd!!))You will never get this done if you don't stop sleeping!
Syd:((Wakes up suddenly, beating Soap to pulp))POCESSED FRUITCAKE WILL NEVER CONCURE ME!!!!!AARG!
JO: ((Watching Syd beat Soap up,)) And people think I'm crazy(( sits down, puts on bifocals and starts readind a book.....thats on fire))Oh, I love this part...
Returning Home:Ian
Dinosaurs, fire, and muses were not a compatable combination. Or at least not on a remote island.Ian Malcolm sat in his first-class window seat on the the plane to Las Angelos Airport. He sat there staring out the window at the vast ocean below. His thoughts lingered on the day before. It was exciting, none the less, but a normal day would truly be nice.
"Hey, your that choas dino guy, right?" Said the man sitting beside him.
"Hey, your the third person to call me that this month," he replyed dryly, watching land slowly start to apear below.
"Yeah, I saw you on the news, they said you saved Sandiago from a T-rex, you and that fine red head,"he said staring at Ian, but looked away when Ian's glare met his eyes.
"That fine red head is my girlfriend, and I don't appreciate you speaking about her that way,"he said coldly. The rest of the flight was silent, except for the ocasional cough or mutter.
"Hey, hey...It was great meeting you, Chaos Guy," said the moron when they were exiting the plane, "I'll think of you everytime something crazy happens, Choas Guy,"
"Yeah, I'll think of you everytime someone calls me that," along with the other dozen, he thought to himself.
He left the airport emptyhanded, since everything he had packed was floating at sea somewhere. With his luck, a kid in Costa Rica was walking around in his jacket. He called a cab when he went outside. It took him to his Las Angelos apartment. He walked into his living room and sat on his couch. He gazed around at the little things that he had gathered with his travels. They sat in between the many books and binders that lined the shelves along the wall.
He closed his eyes for a moment then got up and walked over to his answering machine.
"You have three new messages....38 old messages..." said the mechanical vioce,
"I should really delete those old messages..." he said outloud. The first message was from Sarah, she was checking in on him from Africa. The second one took him by surprise though. It was...unique.
"Hi sugur beat, I've been missen your luvin!" said what sounded like a young woman.
"Honey, who are you talking to?" said a man's voice in the background.
"I'm leavin you a message, why?"
"Cause that wasn't my answering machine...."
"Oh....um...wrong number..."there was a click meaning she had hung up.
"Yeah, now I thought I might have been getting lucky," said Ian with a chuckle. The third message was even more interesting.
"Hello, Ian Malcolm, this is the Oprah Winfrey studio, she would like to have you on her show......"
Syd: Yeah....I know Oprah is a chick show...but I thought Springer was pretty out of the question.
Soap: ((rubbing a large lump on her head))I wonder if Springer will have a show called 'My person is beating me, and I'm just an innocent muse'
JO: I wonder if he is going to have a show called 'I liek fire and I'm just an innocent muse'