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*** The G.C. Play House ***
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#175
by Veteran MM77 - 11/17/2003 12:25:29 PM
DONE!
I have to to to work first be back soon. 
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#176
by Veteran MM77 - 11/17/2003 6:53:08 PM
****************** W.G.C.P.H. INDEX *******************
Evil Steve: Night Fever Post#55
Radio ga ga Post#100
Harel killed the radio star Post#117
You're my best friend Post#157
Jaws the Wayfarer: The Copa Post#81
Ginata el bohemio Post#136
TheQuack: Lola Post#85
Samurai Ben: Somebody to Love Post#153
MM77: Stardock Hop Post#1
Time to Rock Post#3
Christmas Cheer Post#9
The Pan Gaea Coop Post#13
Wombat Nights Post#22
A Train Post#43
Don't Mess Around with MM77 Post#54
R Rated songs Post#61
Ode to MM77 Post#71
Thanks For The MEMORIES MM77. Post#102
Cotal PERSONALITY Post#138
Rap/Rock Gods Post#161
Quack Snacks Post#169
******************* STORIES INDEX *********************
Harel Eilam: The writer assocition of america Post#150
The tales of the agent Post# 107,134,141
TheQuack: Hot Stuff Detox Post#66
Darth Kryo: LOG Post#89
MM77: LOG Post#88
MM77-Sphear Post#87
Planet CariElf Post#106
Gods Of Another Universe Post#149
G.C. ECLIPSED HOURS POST#33
G.C. TWILIGHT HOURS Post# 15,31,98
*************** G.C. NEWS INDEX *******************
MM77: Post# 32,103
****************** BLESSINGS **********************
CariElf: Post#45 #48
Evil Steve: BEING Evil Post#25
SLW: dizzy Post#156
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#177
by Veteran MM77 - 11/17/2003 8:32:09 PM
D.J. MM77 Here at W.G.C.P.H. To play a song The TRIAL by PINK FLOYD and MC7
Good morning the Worm your Honor, the crowd will planly show the prisoner who now stands before you, was caught red handed showing feelings.
Showing feelings in a almost human nature!
This will not do!
Call Agent Harel,
I always said he'd come to no good,
If thay let me have my way I could have hammered him to SHAPE!
BUT NO! The bleeding harts of others wound'n let me.
IF YOU let me I could hammer, him, to deed.
MM77: CRAZY, toy's in the attic I am crazy, should have gone fishing
Thay must have taking my marbles away.
TheQuack: You little S#$% I hope tha through away the key you should have talked to me more often then you did but NOOOO!
You had to go your OWN WAY have you broken any home's up lately.
Just 5 minutes Worm your HONOR HIM! an ME! ALONE!
MOTHER Killa Koala : BAAAAAAAAAAAAABY come to me my baby let me hold you in my arms.But i never want him to get in any trouble why he'd ever have to leave me Worm your Honor let me take him home.
MM77:Crazy, over the rainbow I am crazy, bars in the window. Their must of been a door there in the WALL.
WORM Evil Steve: The evidence before the COURT is un deniable and NO need FOR THE JURY TO RETIRE!
The way you made her suffer, You FURRY little MOTHER!
FILLS ME WITH A URGE TO DESECARATE!
SENTENCE MY FRIEND you will be EXPOSED BEFORE ALL YOUR PIERS!........
TEAR DOWN THE WALL!
TEAR DOWN THE WALL!
TEAR DOWN THE WALL!
TEAR DOWN THE WALL!
All of them are in twos the ones who really love you.
Walk up and down out side the wall.
Some hand and hand and some gather together in bands.
The BLEEDING HARTS and ARTIST make there STAND.
And when thay given there all some of them stagger and fall.
After all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some MAD BUGGER'S WALL.
[Message Edited]
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#179
by Veteran MM77 - 11/17/2003 8:46:24 PM
Thanks Steve.
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#181
by Veteran MM77 - 11/17/2003 8:59:14 PM
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#182
by Veteran Evil Roy - 11/27/2003 5:33:59 AM
crackle, crackle, zzzzzzzzzzzzt.....and it's a balmy evening here in the StarShip Melbourne, 22.5 degrees celsius, and a craaaaazy 9:32pm....this one's for you, you know who you are......
Whhooaa, whhooaa, whhooaaaa
I get the same old dreams, same time every night
Fall to the ground and I wake up
So I get out of bed, put on my shoes, and in my head
Thoughts fly back to the break-up
These four walls are closing in
Look at the fix you've put me in
Since you been gone, since you been gone
I'm outta my head, can't take it
Could I be wrong, but since you been gone
You cast the spell, so break it
Oooohhh - Whhooooaaa - Ooooohhh
Since you been gone
So in the night I stand beneath the back street light
I read the words that you sent to me
I can take the afternoon, the night-time comes around too soon
You can't know what you mean to me
Your email letter, your telegram
Just goes to show you do give a damn
Since you been gone, since you been gone
I'm outta my head, can't take it
Could I be wrong, but since you been gone
You cast the spell, so break it
Oooohhh - Whhooooaaa - Ooooohhh
Since you been gone
If you will come back
MM you know
You'll never do wrong
Huhhhhh
Since you been gone, since you been gone
I'm outta my head, can't take it
Could I be wrong, but since you been gone
You cast the spell, so break it
Oooohhh - Whhooooaaa - Ooooohhh
Ever since, you been gone
Since you been gone, since you been gone
I'm outta my head, can't take it
Since you been gone, since you been gone
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt....crackle...crackle.......
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I think most people would hardly call them stupid Quack... But yes, get on with it..
    
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#188
by Veteran MM77 - 12/1/2003 9:06:52 PM
by Wild Wombat
The Bodyguard
Another screaming horde of fans greeted them at the hotel entrance. Wild Wombat spoke quietly into his throat mike, directing Monkson and black smoke into a wedge formation to help them get through the lobby and out to the waiting limo. In the middle of it all, the harlequin jester himself, DJ MM77, cavorted and played to the crowd as if he had been born to revel in the spotlight. As they reached the pavement outside, the fans began the usual throwing of chocolate M&Ms to their favourite DJ. It wasn't as if Wombat didn't like chocolate, although he was a little suspicious that some of those multicoloured spheres might have turned up some far more interesting constituents in the toxicology analyser.
Eventually they made the relative calm of the bullet proof limo and it pulled slowly away from the kerb.
"Was that not FANTASTIC!" yelled the multicoloured one. "Hey, come on - give me some [IRON PAW MODE]@!@@ Give me some [IRON PAW MODE] !!! YEAH!!$%(@#!!%^!!."
Wombat sighed. Bodyguard assignments were not the worst sort of work for trained operatives, depending on the principal one was asked to protect. Besides, Special Forces was somewhat...down on its luck, and one could not afford to be too choosy. This contract was simple; DJ MM77 was to perform at a rave, and SpecFor guaranteed it would go off without a hitch. Raves were interesting to Wild Wombat - a warehouse location would be chosen a few hours before concert time, and phone messages would go out across the city, notifying the faithful where and when to meet. Special Forces had scoped out the proposed venue, and Cypher and Piers were there now, checking arrangements one last time.
As the limo pulled off the main highway to enter the small side road to the chosen warehouse, a black motorcycle pulled alongside. Wombat signalled to the rider and Ginata nodded back, her Ducati 996 peeling off to conduct a perimeter sweep of the surrounding access roads. The limo deposited MM77 at the back of the warehouse and the DJ went to check his sets for the show.
Wombat filed through the gathering crowds and checked out the first aid room, the amphetamine room, the ecstasy room, the heroin injecting room and the resuscitation room and ambulance bay. Thank goodness it was a dry rave, although Wombat was already thirsting for a beer. He wandered into the main hall, sensing the mounting excitement of the crowd, who were already stripping down and rubbing baby oil over each other.
Wombat sat down and resisted the urge to scratch. He had learned that if the Iron Paw jangled the Golden Balls, it set up a metallic discordant vibration that incapacitated everyone within a hundred metres. He got up and wandered over to Cypher standing outside the first aid room. "Mate, did you manage to sneak in any cold beer?"
Cypher rummaged in Piers' rucksack, and threw a bottle over to Wombat. Suddenly, the lighting dimmed and a booming voice filled the warehouse.
"Citizens of the MMpire...give it up for...EMM...EMM...SEVENTY...SEVEN!!!!!" A laser light show flashed as a heavy techno beat pounded throughout the house, driven by the DJ's mad vocals...which was the signal for thousands of oil slicked bodies to start gyrating and writhing in delight.
Wombat sculled down his beer, which he immediately noted seemed...odd. A slight dizzyness overtook him...and he was suddenly jerked back to awareness by the Bundy Bear grabbing his elbow. "Wombat! Quack just intercepted a threat call from a short wave receiver nearby, transmitting a signal to a receiver INSIDE the warehouse. The venue is compromised! We've got to get the principal outa here!"
Wild Wombat rocked unsteadily and grabbed a nearby rail to steady himself. He worked his throat mike. "Jaws, Hurley, Killa - we need backup - now!...Ben...you and I will institute a search of the front half of the warehouse...Cypher, Jeff and Piers the rear half...err...unnnh..."
He slid to the floor. He glanced at the bottom of the beer bottle. "Return to Q Branch to claim 25c refund." Crikey, he thought...bloody Piers' Wacko Jacko Camo...as he slumped forwards.
His vision recovered quickly but all did not seem...right. Even clenching his Iron Paw felt kind of soft...until he realised it was covered by a sequinned glove. He tried to move towards the front of the warehouse, and suddenly the gyrating bodies in front of him seemed to make a strange kind of pattern, one that was possible to pass through. He moved with grace he'd never known as a wombat, slipping and sliding, moonwalking to meet up with the others at the front of the stage.
Samurai Ben grabbed him by the collar. "Wombat - are you all right? What the hell's going on?"
Wombat brushed him off:
"I'm full of funky fever
And fire burns inside me
Boogies got me in a super trance!"
Ben's eyes narrowed. "You've been taking Piers' darn Camo again, haven't ya? For cryin' out loud - do we know who's responsible for the situation?"
Wombat burped, and sang out:
"Don't blame it on the sunshine
Don't blame it on moonlight
Don't blame it on good times
Blame it on the boogie"
Piers looked at Samurai Ben. "Listen...I had some really old prototype Camo I was going to chuck out on the way home. It should wear off soon - Ben, we've got to stick to the mission. Where is the principal?"
At this, Wombat piped up again:
"He rocks in the treetops all day long
Hoppin and a-boppin and singing his song
All the little birdies on Jaybird Street
Love to hear the robin go tweet tweet tweet"
"It must be old Camo - he's doing Jackson Five stuff." said Ben. "For Pete's sake! Look - you three search the back of the warehouse - I'll take Wombat and check the front. Where the hell are the others? Never mind - just hit the communicators if you find something." He grabbed Wombat and dragged him off to search the front stage area amid the pulsing music and mass of writhing bodies.
Wombat's vision began to clear somewhat. He looked up at MM77 on stage...and spied Jaws, Hurley and Killa singing doo-waps together on a spare mike. "Not that kind of BACKUP! " yelled Ben.
Together they searched the front stage area...and uncovered a black box wired into MM77's central sound system, complete with a prerecorded CD designed to be played over the system when triggered.
Wombat eyed the package suspiciously, and sang:
"Ben, the two of us need look no more
We've both found what we were looking for..."
Samurai Ben nodded. He carefully explored the wiring pattern and disconnected the black box, delicately removing the CD and rendering the device inert. Wombat's head started to clear and he looked carefully at the CD.
"It was a big one all right," said Ben. "Look at it...Puccini. Yep...broadcasting this opera over the speakers at a rave would have ruined MM77's career right then and there."
Piers and Jeff joined them and inspected the black box and CD. "We found each of the rear entrances' sound systems rigged with operettas." said Jeff. "The plan would have been to blast Puccini at them here, then, as they ran screaming out of the exits - they get nailed by Gilbert and Sullivan. Fiendish - but how could it have been organised?"
"Where's that sound engineer?" said Wombat weakly. "You know...scouse git, mullet hairdo...Cypher - find him!"
It didnt take the very large bear long to haul the sound engineer over to the waiting SpecFor operatives.
"i dunno wat youse want wid me. i iz done nothing. i iz just the sound man...really..." the man protested loudly.
"Oh really?" Cypher expertly frisked the man. "Then how do you explain these two tickets in your pocket...to LA BOHEME!"
"...its a fair cop..." the man said mournfully. " i iz got to do somefink for cultcha in dis town..."
"Take him away!" Ben motioned to Jeff and Piers. Wombat struggled to his feet. "I'll finish the job - time to get the principal outa here and to safety."
Wombat picked up MM77 and carrying him, ploughed through the crowd towards the doorway and the safety of the limo. As he moved through the crowd, MM77 sang back over his shoulder:
"Aaaannnnd IIIIIII
Willlll always
Looooooovvve yoooouuuuuu......."
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#190
by Veteran MM77 - 1/6/2004 11:16:17 PM
D.J. MM77 Here at W.G.C.P.H. To play a new song by ME. 
Called MM77 BLUES
I'm just sitting here all alone
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ah ah ah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Sitting here waiting by the telephone
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ah ah ah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Wiping, the teardrops from my eye's
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ah ah ah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Whatching another day go by
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ah ah ah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Do you really think that it's just to bad
Do you really think, That I'm just SAD
Do you really think I have no home
Do you really think I'll say aloooooooone
I'm just sitting here all alone
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ah ah ah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Sitting here waiting by the telephone
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ah ah ah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Wiping, the teardrops from my eye's
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ah ah ah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Whatching another day go by
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ah ah ah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
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Jimminie Christmas! Wasn’t one thread enough?!?! OK, fine. Evoke the name of KitWarrior and my Evil love will arrive.
But first, and issue. I drop a haiku in the traditional style conversion for English - with a pun - c’mon people!!! It even spelled CariElf!!! Now I know how a certain koala feels. 
Also, do I ever giggle?
And that whole butter thing is... disturbing. 
Lately I’ve been wondering if it was possible to do an Anti-Kit. Don’t I cover the whole spectrum? Perhaps Anti-Kit would be very neutral in everything. A very calm individual. Thanks goodness that bozo doesn’t exist!
Hey wait a minute...
    
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#194
by Veteran MM77 - 1/7/2004 9:11:13 PM
KitWarrior,
YOUR going to be a MAIN character in Gods Of Another Universe
But it's going to take time to write.
P.S. Would you care for peanutbutter?
P.P.S. Thay were singing girls
[Message Edited]
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#196
by Veteran MM77 - 1/8/2004 11:45:31 PM
D.J. MM77 Here at W.G.C.P.H. To play a song by ME.
Called MM77 STILL BLUE
I'm still sitting here all alone
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ah ah ah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Sitting here waiting by the radio
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ah ah ah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Watching the comming day go by
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ah ah ah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Feeling like something in me has died
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ah ah ah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Do you really think you want to laugh
Do you really think, That I'm just SAD
Do you really think I'm just a joke
Do you really think I have no HOOOOOOOOOOOPE!
I'm just sitting here all alone
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ah ah ah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Sitting here waiting by the radio
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ah ah ah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Watching the comming day go by
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ah ah ah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Wiping, the teardrops from my eye's
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ah ah ah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
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Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's nobody's fault
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Blew out my flipflop
Stepped on a poptop
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home...
 
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