Heh heh heh heh heh...Sgt. Howard wrote:Catawampus wrote:
*ponders the notion of Hayao Miyazaki's "Princess Monocricket's and Atsali's Delivery Service Visits Castela's Moving Castle"*
Klaus Wulfenbach wants you to know that 'Castela's Moving Castle' is in HIS airspace and has 30 minutes to vacate...
Who are you to speak on matters of time, old man Baron? I seem to recall you damn near annihilated the world with a temporal gizmo.
To whom are you speaking to, you ask?
Allow me to introduce myself, mindwarper, and maybe you'll understand just how big a mistake you've made. I am GlytchMeister, master of Murphy's Law, Surfer of Waveform Probabilities, Technomage of Earth, Shrouder of Sol, Harnesser of the Void and Limbo, and Reverser of Clarke's Third Law.
And you. Bother. Me.
You have until five minutes ago to start vacating my airspace.
"Ha, they dropped their ballast and went into full vertical thrust. He means to high-altitude bomb us.Sgt. Howard wrote:Damn!!! I never knew 'Castle Wulfenbach' could move like that...
Too bad I have a fleet of sattelites primed for orbital bombardment. Airships aren't armored very much on the top, you see."
*beep!*
*EEEEEEEEETHWIP-POW!*
A small chunk of semi-molten tungsten fell from the sky and pierced the top of Castle Wulfenbach, punching through several skin layers, support superstructures, and even a few inhabited floors before it came to a rest.
Moments later, the Wulfenbach fleet scattered like frightened roaches. "Muuuch better."
"Klaus ain't her boyfriend, buddy. Gil's the one manning the main Aethric Bombardier. He... Kinda hijacked it just for the chance to put a hole in dear old dad's ego... And who am I to argue? I was gonna send him up there anyway."jwhouk wrote:"Dem. I think youse may have just made Lady Heterodyne med."
"Vot?"
"Remember - Dot's her boyfriend."
"You strapped him to a ROCKET?"
"Well, yeah, how else was I gonna get him into space?"
"And you sent him into OUTER SPACE?!?"
"Well, not really. Geosynchronous orbit isn't really outer space..."
"What could possibly have convinced you this was even REMOTELY a good idea?"
"Hey, we do this sort of thing all the time in my native universe. Countries have whole organizations devoted to space exploration. You should come visit some time, I bet you'd get a kick out of the Saturn V."
"You... This is routine for you?"
"Well, not really. But I knew it can be done."
"Your universe is strange..."
"And some people juggle goslings." Glytch felt his phone buzz and answered.
"Yeah? Hey Mal, how's it- uh, no, I was- ok! Ok, I'm not gonna drag you into this mess! I promise! Yeah, I'll see if any of the junkyards here have one lying around. Ok, see ya."
Agatha was staring at Glytch.
"What? Hey, you brought this on yourself, missy! You hijacked the Muse of Time and mucked everything up, I got stuck with cleaning up after it all. Damned Dreen can never figure out how to fix even the smallest mess..."