This week's prompt comes from Nonni Muss: erupt I hope to see this thread blow up with responses! *For the joke-impaired (*ahem* Becky): this is a play on "Anonymous".

Not the post I had planned to write this week, but one I felt had to be written..... anyway, it's here.... http://www.gatchamania.net/thread.php?sid=&postid=195683#post195683

Originally posted by ElectricWhite This week's prompt comes from Nonni Muss: erupt I hope to see this thread blow up with responses! *For the joke-impaired (*ahem* Becky): this is a play on "Anonymous".

EW, you know me too well. Thanks for the clarification.

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Mylari- rofl! I love it! They're both so relieved. Now I'm wondering what is in that cooler and what he will be doing with it!

Mylari: LOL that fits perfectly with how confused Mark's been throughout this story so far.

Originally posted by ChrisW Mylari: LOL that fits perfectly with how confused Mark's been throughout this story so far.

I was thinking the same thing! LOL.

What IS going on with that cooler?

Originally posted by Daniella T What IS going on with that cooler?

Part of me is kind of afraid to find out! (Maybe I've been around Chris a little too long...)

OK, here's a little ficlet based, I'm afraid, on a true story: //Keyop was downcast when he arrived for the regular weekly briefing with Anderson. The others noticed it while they were kicking their heels outside Anderson's office, waiting for him to finish another meeting. At the same time, they noticed that Princess was decidedly pissed off, and Keyop would not look at her direction. So after the briefing was over, Jason walked straight up to her. "So what's the matter with you two? Did you have a fight?" "What's important is that he won't do it again," sulked Princess while Keyop slouched in a corner. "Princess, if people learnt their lessons so easily, Zoltar would have given up a long time ago," said Jason patiently. "So what he do?" Princess sighed and sat on the couch. By now, Mark and Tiny had also approached while Keyop was obviously distancing himself from them. "Well, you know how I always tell you to throw things out of the fridge before they go bad, leak, erupt into flames and all that?" They nodded, eagerly. Princess had made the point crystal clear after posting notes everywhere in the kitchen. "Some people just won't learn, as you said, Jason. Plus none of you noticed the strange smeall coming out of the fridge recently, did you?" she added. They looked at each other, embarrassed. They had noticed it, but no one had taken the initiative to do something about it. "What was it?" asked Mark with trepidation. "Keyop's chilli con carne," said Princess. "You know, the one he made two months ago? The one that was put in a leftover tupper container which Keyop was supposed to wash out a couple of days later? The one that GREW LEGS?" They looked at each other in disgust. "What do you mean, legs?" dared Tiny. "The stuff had grown into muck, which was crawling out of the container," said Princess icily. "Pity none of you noticed that the walls of the fridge were turning green." The boys looked at each other. "Ermmm sorry, Princess. It will not happen again." "Damn right it won't! And you know why? Because as of now on, I'm locking the fridge. Go get your own. Go grow stuff in a lab, if you want. Just keep it out my kitchen!" She huffed off, and the others looked sympathetically at Keyop, who was still in his corner. "That's all right, mate," said Jason finally. "If it had grown any more muck, you could've kept the container as a pet."// A bit of silliness, but this is NaNo season and I can't think straight!

DT -- Eeeeeeeewwwwwwww! If it's any consolation, I think that event's universal, especially if there's a guy or two in the house! (Or, if there's a refrigerator to keep your lunch at work; one place I worked at would have one day each month where everything still in the fridge would be thrown out -- so you'd better heed the two-day warning and get your stuff if you wanted to keep anything!) Anyway, it's a good thing nobody tried to eat that proof of evolution!

Mylari....Too too funny

Mylari, maybe Jason should just hit Mark in the head with the cooler. DT - That's a common occurrence at work. How hard is it to put initials and a date on things?

I think Princess should have made him eat it, so that he would remember! Mylari, I'm glad Mark and Jason got that sorted out!!!!

DT - I can totally identify with Princess on this one. I've commented to my bosses that I deserve hazardous duty pay for cleaning out the fridge at work.

Hazardous duty payment! Yes! That would help! Also the idea to throw things out regardless, that s also good!

DT: LOL ... I think we've all been there

I'm finally using a tiny scene I imagined quite a while back that's been stuck in my head like a catchy but annoying song! ========== Mark and Princess entered the gym and showed the attendant at the front desk their membership cards. The bored-looking woman didn't give them a second glance, though they'd never been there before -- their cards said they were from another gym in the chain corporation. The couple nonchalantly looked around the place, looking for anything out-of-place. Or, rather, someone. "We don't have many details," Chief Anderson said at the briefing, "but some of our intelligence experts fear that Spectra may have made an advance in genetic engineering." "What exactly do you mean, Chief?" Mark asked. "We could be looking at a new type of super soldier." was the reply. "One of our agents observed a woman who outclassed the fittest members of a gym." "Couldn't it be possible that she uses steroids?" Princess asked. "She doesn't have any unusual muscular bulk, and she seems to be emotionally stable -- no sign of the so-called 'roid rage' . According to our agent, she regularly gets into treadmill races with other gym members; she doesn't become winded at all or break a sweat while her opponents collapse from exhaustion." "I don't like the sound of that." Mark said, "If this is a new Spectran soldier...." "That's why I want the two of you to go undercover. We must know if this is a soldier and, if true, try to find a way to deal with this new threat." Mark and Princess quietly took note of the locations of all the exits -- the rest of the team were strategically positioned outside in case the place erupted into violence. It didn't take long for them to find the woman in question. She was on a treadmill set on the highest speed an at the steepest incline. She gripped the sidebars and looked calm -- it seemed more like she was waiting for lunch at a cafe. On either side of her was a man who looked like they regularly ran marathons. They no longer had a stride; their steps were clunky irregular. They were gasping for breath and had perspired through their clothes. A half dozen spectators were behind the racers, cheering on the stumbling men without getting too loud. Finally, the male racers stumbled and fell off their treadmills. The woman shut down her treadmill and eased herself off. Grumbling, the spectators came over to her, shoved some bills in her hand, and dragged the losing racers to the locker rooms. Princess and Mark exchanged looks and then approached the woman. She finished shoving the bills into a pocket, saw them coming and smiled. "Wanna race?" she said. "No," Mark replied with a grin, "I'm not in the mood to drop from exhaustion while you just sit there and spin your wheels, ElectricWhite." "Fair enough." EW laughed. Then she added, "There's a nice little nibble nook a couple of doors down. Why don't we go there and talk?" * * * * * "You know," EW swallowed the last bite of a grilled ham sandwich, "I've been called lots of things, but nothing that comes close to 'super soldier'!" "Let me see if I've got this straight." Mark said, "You've been going in there for a week, and challenging the regular gym members to a race on the wider treadmills, even though you're just sitting there with your chair's wheels spinning?" "Well, they actually challenged me the first time," EW replied, "but you've got the basic gist." "What do you mean they challenged you?" Princess asked. "I ducked into the gym when a sudden squall blew in." EW explained, "I guess I waited a little longer than some of the jocks liked, so one of them came over and challenged me to a treadmill race. At first I thought he was joking, but I quickly found out he was serious. After I checked to see if my chair would fit on any of the machines, I accepted." "And somebody started betting..." the Swan added. "And now I'm gonna have a nice Christmas...for the next three years!" "And nobody noticed that you're just sitting there while they're running themselves ragged?" Mark's voice showed how much trouble he had believing this. "Apparently not. And it's the same people making the same bet. I've encountered dumb jocks, but this is ridiculous!" "Do you think Spectra soldiers are using this gym?" Princess asked Mark. "It wouldn't surprise me." EW replied. "It looks like we've got something interesting to tell the chief." Mark replied. As the two members of G-Force left a short time later, ElectricWhite chuckled to herself. Me, a super soldier?!

So funny. Sad thing is I've known some people who would take that bet.

Hehe EW, I like the reversal there, now they think the regular Spectran soldiers work out there!

too funny EW - totally didn't see that one coming until the reveal

EW, you've proven again and again you're a super soldier. I could see Tiny or Keyop having taken you up on the race!

At least Mark had enough sense not to take you up on your challenge!

Because he knew he'd lose.