The next day, I hailed down a cab and rode toward the KTMA studio. But maybe this tidbit should sum up what happened when I got there:
In the not too distant future,
Nexy Sunday A.D.
There was a boy named Tom,
Not too different from you or me.
He played at station KTMA
Performin' for people at the satallite bay.
He did his songs well with a cheerful face,
But the bosses didn't like him so they SHOT HIM INTO SPACE!
("WOW!" I squealed!")
We'll send him cheesy movies,
The worst we can find.
He'll have to sit and watch them all,
and we'll monitor his mind!
Now keep in mind Tom can't control
where the movies begin or end.
He'll try to keep his sanity
by calling up some friends.
If you're wondering how he eats and breathes
and other science facts,
Than repeat to yourself "It's just a show.
I should really just relax"!
It's MYSTERY SCIENCE THEATER 3000!
Now, I'm trapped aboard something called the "Satellite of Love" by the guys who summonec me in the first place: Forrester and Erherdt. In the meantime, I might as well watch their bad movie then try to get out of here.
I saw a red light flash, and tapped it. The guys came on a screen before me.
"Hello, Tommy Mommy Dommy, or whatever you wish to be called!" teased Forrester.
"You know, marooning me into space might've been a bad idea," I said, "This place is deserted."
"It's GOOD to be bad!" said Erherdt, "And we're sending up one of your friends if it makes you feel better!"
"How do you know my friends?"
"You dropped a card back at the studio." Forrester held up a slip of paper.
Than I heard a THINK come from downstairs.
"Could you excuse me for a moment?" I said.
I ended the transmission by tapping the light again, then head downstars to the cargo bay. Out stepped a large, oversized green bug in a purple dress...
"Egg-yolk! So they marooned you too?!"
"You said it, hon," she said, "I saw the invitation on your apartment rug, and went over to see what was going on. I ran into the two guys, and yada yada yada, I'm up here!"
"I'm proud of your keeping up with me," I said, rubbing her cheek.
We both head back up to the bridge, while I explained what we were supposed to do here.
I pressed the red light and got the mads.
"Okay. We're on board with the situation. What's our first movie?"
Forrester showed us a LaserDisc, "It's called 'Africa Screams' I'll send it up to you through the LaserDisc player. When it's ready, we'll give you the signal. You go into the theater at the signal, or we'll shut off the oxygen in the bridge."
"Ouch," we both said.
"Actually, I like that one," said Egg-yolk, "It's not bad... for a bug."
I was not amused. Then the signal lit up and we head to the back of the satellite.
During the movie, I started to fall asleep. This way, I could avoid being brainwashed. Then I heard another thunk and it woke me up. I waited for who it could be, and it was U-1, Wayne, and Garth.
"A movie!"said Wayne.
"It's a bad movie as part of these two guys' science project," I explained.
"We can make it," Garth quipped,
But then we all said "NOT!"
I fell back to sleep, then Egg-yolk nudged my sholder when the movie ended.
Back at the bridge, I planned the escape. What we needed was an escape pod of some sort that will get us back to Chicago in time for the moving.
"U-1, did you come across any on your way in?"
"I think so. We saw some doors by the cargo bay"
We went down to check, and sure enough he was right. We opened the door and sat inside. There was enough room for all of us, wth a steering wheel and everything. I went up and grabbed my guitar, but before I left, I wrote a note and placed it before the webcam I use to talk to the guys.
Gone on strike with the network. Will return...?
-Tom
I went down with guitar in hand, shut the door, and piloted our way back to Chicago.