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n't quite match"

< a blender#30 entry >



in a galaxy far far away ( so far away th
at we can't even see it ), there
lived a mutant cubicle named arthur.

this isn't his story.

why?  because the three words weren't about him, that's
 why.  


the real story takes us to a monestery in northern tibe
t, where lazarussian
kung-fu monks are in the middle of a secret conference.

warpus: "so, i put this where?"
rusted: "there, in that hole."
warpus: "this hole?"
rusted: "yeah, you just need to push it in a b
it harder."

< 5 second wait >

warpus: "it's not going in."
samurai: "let me try."

< 5 second wait >

samurai (to rusted): "are you SURE it's that h
ole?  because it doesn't fit."
rusted: "of course it's that hole!  i've done 
it bef-"

but before he could finish, the door slowly opened, and
 a extremely tired
dislogic entered the room.

dislogic: "heil stalin!"
everyone else: "heil stain!"
dislogic: "i have good news, and i have bad ne
ws."
rusted: "bad news first."
dislogic: "allright.  well, i followed some ni
njas home, and guess where they
           lead me to."
warpus: "a secret underground military base eq
uipped with nuclear, biological
         and chemical weapons, enough dynamite to blow 
up argentina, and an
         army big enough to start the third world war?"
dislogic: "well, no..  not really...  just a s
weat shop."
warpus: "oh"
samurai: "what's the good news?"
dislogic: "the ninjas didn't lead me to an und
erground military base equipped
           with nuclear, biological, and chemi
cal weapons, enough dynamite to
           blow up argentina, and an army big 
enough to start the third world
           war."
warpus: ".. phew.. ."
dislogic: "anyways, listen to this: the ninjas
 are using child labour to
           build extremely advanced vibrators.
  this must be stopped at
           once."
samurai: "why?"
dislogic: "because child labour is bad."
samurai: "oh yeah"
warpus: "so like, we need some sort of a plan.
  so that we can..  you know..
         win."
rusted: "i suggest we use our elite kung fu fi
ghting skills to kick some
         serious ninja ass."
watOr: "can i help too?"
samurai: "sure thing"

our five heroes then made their way to the extremely se
cret ninja sweatshop.
shorty before they reached their target, warpus turned 
around towards his
companions, pulled out a portable podium out of his poc
ket, inflated it, 
and started to speak:

"my fellow lazarussians.  THIS IS THE DAY WE CELEBRATE 
OUR INDEPENDENCE DAY!"

rusted: "that's it?"
samurai: "man, that sucked."
watOr: "i think he stole it from a movie."

warpus: "enough!  now, we fight.  get your war
 shouts ready.  on three?"
dislogic: "in decimal?"
warpus: "uhmm.. umm..  yeah..  i guess so"
dislogic: "can't we do it in binary?  we ALWAY
S do it in decimal"
warpus: "uhh..  sure, if nobody objects."

< warpus looks around >

warpus: "guess not.  here goes nothing"

warpus: "ONE!"
warpus: "ONE ZERO!"
warpus: "ONE ONE!"

samurai: "LONG LIVE THE MOTHERLAND!%@*^"
warpus: "BILL CLINTON IS BAD%@*)^@%!"
watOr: "GLASS IS MADE FROM MOLTEN SAND@(*^^@(!
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rusted: "REMEMBER NOVOGRAD!$)!*$^*"
dislogic: "LET US KICK SOME ASS, FELLOW COMRAD
ES@(*($(^*"

with these words in their mouths the monks charged the 
sweatshop.  the rest
as they say, is history.




and here, a scene from the glorious battle wh
ich took place afterwards.  it 
was truly a magnificent display of bravery,
 honour, and all the other stuff
that is usually displayed in battles ( de
finiately not inuit pottery ).




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and that's pretty much all we have.  let me explain how
 this extremely 
interesting artwork came to be:

1) samurai drew the pic
2) watOr shaded the pic 
3) i (warpus) added things of my own to the pi
c
4) i wrote the story
5) rusted drew a font outline
6) i shaded it
7) i'm tired


warpus/wator/samurai/rusted representing lazarus

SAUCE00blender#30                         wa,wo,smi,rusted    laz                 19970617ÐM

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