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Post by Firefly on Mar 9, 2009 15:07:00 GMT -5
I censored it myself.
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Post by elphie on Mar 9, 2009 17:15:12 GMT -5
Oh. Well, it censors anyway. That's why I always curse on here, because I know what will come through and what won't.
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Post by Rikku on Mar 9, 2009 18:47:17 GMT -5
Pokemon diamond and pearl was alot better than the season 6=9 which sucked seasons 1 to 5 were good 6-9 sucked badly and 10 made a comeback and season 10 is still not completed i think
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Post by elphie on Mar 9, 2009 18:49:45 GMT -5
Sorry, medi but you lost me. Explain. is it ok if I just call you "medi"?
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Post by Firefly on Mar 9, 2009 19:10:05 GMT -5
Could you please stop going off onto your own subjects? It keeps confusing me.
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Post by elphie on Mar 9, 2009 19:12:35 GMT -5
We've got no room to talk. Or at least put a little disclaimer like, "warning: Randomness"
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Post by Firefly on Mar 9, 2009 19:14:42 GMT -5
I do not talk about one thing then jump to another. It somehow goes with something i said previously.
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Post by elphie on Mar 9, 2009 19:23:39 GMT -5
Yes, our randomness morphs slowly.
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Post by Firefly on Mar 9, 2009 19:25:41 GMT -5
i stay on subject unless i find something i need to say that kinda relates.
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Post by elphie on Mar 9, 2009 19:26:26 GMT -5
Dude, have you read the chat fight thread lately? Craziest d**n thing I've ever seen.
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Post by Firefly on Mar 9, 2009 19:28:50 GMT -5
yeah, now we're talking about burnt fingers. that WAS a bit random, but i need help. no parents home, just idiot bro.
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Post by elphie on Mar 9, 2009 20:08:45 GMT -5
lol COME CHAT I'M THERE NOW
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Post by Firefly on Mar 9, 2009 20:16:35 GMT -5
sorry. i just spilled milk by the mouse pad. tryingto dry it. i'm having a bad day.
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Post by elphie on Mar 11, 2009 16:09:40 GMT -5
Ok, part two. The only issue I'm having is that pretty much everyone has the same names. I think you'll be able to figure it out, though.
INSTALLEMNT TWO OF UNTITLED FANFIC:
Michael led the way out of town to his farmhouse. “Michael, I really wish you had warned me,” griped the Knight Industries Two Thousand. “Warned you about what?” “That Mustang! How am I supposed the react?” “KITT, I didn’t know about it,” Michael insisted. “I thought it was a regular car until I saw the voice modulator.” “You also might have mentioned that you were going to call you son,” KITT added. “I certainly had a right to know that.” “Yes, you did. I’m sorry, old pal.” KITT was silent for a moment. “Michael, we’ve known each other for a very long time. I thought that we were past keeping secrets from one another.” Michael sighed. “KITT, I really don’t know what to tell you. I really don’t. I had no idea about that car.” “That’s all well and good, but what about your son?” KITT demanded. “Really, Michael. You haven’t seen him in months. Why now?” “I wanted to see him, KITT!” Michael said sharply. “Is that a bad thing?” “No, of course not. But having him bail you out of jail?” “Stop it, KITT.” He turned into the gravel driveway. “You can yell at me later. Interrogate the Mustang, okay?” Mike watched the Trans-Am pulled out of the impound lot with a sour look on his face. “KITT, get me Sarah.” Sarah’s face popped up onscreen. “What’s up?” “Did you know about this?” “Know about what?” Sarah was taken aback by his harsh tone. “KITT, what’s going on?” “Michael’s father has the Knight Industries Two Thousand,” KITT informed her. “He what?” “He’s got the Trans-Am,” Mike said. “Did you know about it?” “No!” she snapped. “Have you spoken to him yet?” “My dad?” “No, genius, the car.” Mike shook his head. “Not yet. Why?” “Sarah,” KITT said suddenly, “does it still have files?” Sarah frowned. “What do you mean?” “Like myself, the Knight Two Thousand contained highly classified material.” KITT displayed the other car’s blueprints on his screen. “It also had the clearance to gain access to more. If it still has those files in its database, it could be very dangerous in the wrong hands.” Zoë and Billy appeared next to Sarah. “Guys, he’s right,” Billy said. “If that thing contains half the stuff our KITT does, it’s a time bomb on wheels.” “KITT, can you hack into it?” Zoë asked. “Of course, Zoë, but not without attracting attention.” “So now what?” Mike grimaced. “The Two Thousand is just as tough as KITT is. If it doesn’t want us to find anything out, then we won’t.” “I think that you are all forgetting something,” KITT said. “The Knight Two thousand is a sentient being, just as I am. Why don’t we simply ask him?” There was a rather embarrassed pause. “Supercar has a point.” Billy shrugged. “Give it a shot.” “I vote ask him,” Zoë put in. “It’s gotta be easier than hacking into a hack-proof car. I’m not in the mood to help KITT with another hack job.” Sarah raised an eyebrow. “Okay, so who’s going to ask him?” “Dude, I’m not doing it,” Mike said quickly, shaking his head. “One smart-ass car is enough to deal with.” “Hhmm...Process of elimination,” Zoë quipped. “KITT, would you do the honors?” Sarah asked. “Of course, Sarah,” KITT replied placidly. “We are approaching Mr. Knight’s residence. We will update you when we can.” “Good luck,” Bill said. “’Cause you’re gonna need it,” Zoë added. “Don’t do anything stupid,” Sarah finished, and signed off. They pulled into Michael’s front yard and got out of their respective cars. “We really need to talk,” Mike began. “This is crazy.” “First, I need to meet your car.” Michael sauntered over until he stood directly in front of the car. If KITT had eyes, Mike was certain they would be rolling. “Please to meet you, Mr. Knight,” KITT said. “I am the Knight Industries Three Thousand. You may call me KITT.” “Hi. I’m Michael Knight, original driver of the Knight Industries vehicle project. Mike’s my son.” “Yes, I know. I researched you when I learned that you were Mike’s father.” Clearly thinking that they were through with pleasantries, Michael paced in a circle, examining every inch of the Mustang. “2010 ‘Stang, huh? Very nice. I like the rims. Those are interesting tires.” Knowing how much KITT disliked scrutiny of his systems, Mike started forward. “Dad, seriously. Come on.” “I see you don’t have a molecular bonded shell,” Michael observed. “No, I do not,” KITT admitted. “I have a nano-skin which regenerates and transforms.” “Bet that’s hard to maintain.” “Not really.” Michael lifted the hood. “Mind if I take a look?” KITT slammed his hood shut. “Actually, I do mind.” Behind Mike, the Two Thousand’s scanners whooshed. “I suppose I should at least be cordial.” “That would be a good start,” Mike said, turning to face him. “I am the voice of the Knight Industries Two Thousand’s microprocessor,” he said grudgingly. “K.I.T.T for easy reference. KITT, if you prefer.” “Yeah, the Mustang is called KITT. Knight Industries Three Thousand.” KITT’s scanners whooshed again. “You will not be looking under my hood.” “I’ve seen your blueprints,” Mike told him. “And I’m not that nosy.”
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Post by Firefly on Mar 12, 2009 10:39:04 GMT -5
This is great! Love the meeting! Awesome!
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