Subj: [MW] The Forgotten (Part 3) Date: 00-01-22 00:35:20 EST From: tojo-mojo@geocities.com (Tojo Mojo) Reply-to: tojo-mojo@geocities.com To: RaumKatze2@aol.com RaumKatze2@aol.com wrote: > ------------------- > Present time > > Tojo stood up and streched. "So, how's my Mohorovic Discontinuity > doing?" > "Your what?" asked Junior. > "My empire. I gotta go check it out, to make sure it's been okay > without me." > "And I've got to search for my brother. It was nice meeting you." The > two shook hands and went their separate ways. > > [Tojo, you can pick things up right here.] After shaking hands and seperating, Tojo meandered around for a while, trying to get his bearings. He decided that wandering wouldn't get him home, so he began to think about where, exactly, the Mohorovicic Discontinuity was. "I've got it!" Tojo shouted, inspired by a sudden burst of knowledge. "The Mohorovicic Discontinuty is 25 miles directly below where I'm standing! All I have to do is dig a nice, big hole and then..." He began to dig a hole in the ground with his hands, forming a mound on the ground next to him. "What I wouldn't give for a man with a back door like that", he said, glancing at the hole. "No! That's the Mog in me talking! I've got to stop him or get rid of him..." "Stop me? You'd have to stop yourself first. I'm not going anywhere, either. You're stuck with me." "So, my split personality is stubborn _and_ gay. Do you have any outstanding talents?" "You hit the nails right on the head. Or you could say you thrust-" "No! I don't want to hear your analogies!" "Actually, I think that was a metaphor." "Great, a smart ass too." "All that aside, I'm powerful enough to stop you, Tojo Mojo, ruler of the Mohorovicic Discontinuty, from going anywhere. Look at you! Digging a hole in the ground with your hands. You'll never get anywhere!!" Tojo looked saddened. "Boy, does this suck. I've got to find some way to get rid of this alternate Mog-controled personality, before I go crazy." Tojo left his hole behind, brushed himself off, and moved on. "Wait a minute," he said, "what if I prove that I'm not gay and get a girlfriend..." "No, that's a really bad idea!" the Mog in him shouted. "So, you're saying I shouldn't do it?" "Yes, that's what I'm saying." "Y'know, your awful dumb for some great warrior-god type fellow. I'm gonna go get me a girlfriend." "Noooooo!" Tojo Mog screamed. Then he composed himself. "That is to say, how do you plan to get a girlfriend that quick? You think you'll just be able to pick one up at a bar?" "Yeah. I'm thinking of doing it Romeo & Juliet style, 'cept without all the suicide." Aftering wandering about for a while, Tojo found himself at a high school. "Perfect place to find girls desperate for boyfriends..." "And boys desperate to experament a bit..." "Shut up Mog!" Tojo shouted, illiciting a few odd looks from some of the people around him. He cleared his throat. "Excuse me." He scurried away and went down another hall way. Time to get to work, he thought. He looked across the hall, letting his eyes fall to rest on the females. "Not true love, not true love, maybe true love... nah. She could be the one, or maybe her. Oh, wait. There she is. My true love." Tojo made his way across the hall to the girl of his dreams. "Hello, I think your my true love. May I ask your name?" Somewhere, deep within Tojo's head, a voice screamed. Her eyes suddenly glistened with the beauty of a hundred kazillion gems and rubbies. "You... you're my true love too! What a coincidence. My name's Debra. What's yours?" Her voice was like the sweet melodic voice of Marge Simpson. "Tojo Mojo, but my friends call me Tojo Mojo. Oh, and then there's those nuts on line who can't even spell 'Tojo'..." "Umm... okay... Tojo. So, now that we're in love, what do you want to do now?" "Well, the main reason I fell in love was because I was trying to get rid of this gay alter-ego thing I've got going on in my head. You see, I was involved in this battle with this really evil bi guy and he tried to make me gay so I would be his love servent and I didn't really want to be gay and I kinda went crazy for a while and I guess it all started two years ago when I hit that Northern Paladin guy in the head with a big stick and he was never the same after that and then I went to this castle and-" "ENOUGH ALREADY!! I mean, honey." Her voice cut through the air like a headsman's axe through the head of some treasonous traitor. "Alright." "So, now we get to income. Do you have a decent career ahead of you, or are you looking for one of those Rome & Juliet fall-in-love-get-killed things?" She tilted her head as she spoke and her beatuiful, dark soil stratum colored hair bobbed up and down in sync with her womanhood. "Well, aside from writing stories and distributing them to a bunch of net junkies [;)] with nothing better to do with their time than read stupid pointless stories, I don't know..." Debra's faced drooped like a dying willow tree. "Oh yeah, I am the leader of a major empire. It's got a population of about one billion people." Debbie brightened up until she was nearly as glowing as burning sulfer... but without the smell. "Will you show me where it is?" she asked excitedly. "Off course!" Tojo said. "Now that I've got all those demons outta my head, I know exactly how to get there." "Great. So how do you get there?" ======================================= From the desk of Tojo Mojo Ruler of the Mohorovicic Discontinuity Master of Stupidity It has come to my attention that there was some top secret information contained within this story under the guise of being cheap entertainment. It has hereby been deleted. If you are reading this right now, then you are guilty of some crime, although I'm not sure which one. Send me $10 and maybe I'll forget this ever happened. But, as it is, I'll leave you to the rest of your story, sans the secret location of my realm stuff. Thanks for your unquestioning loyalty, Tojo Mojo ======================================= "So this is the Mohorovicic Discontinuity," Debbie said in wonder, as she took it in in all it's wonder, a look of wonder on her face. She wondered how she had never heard of this wonderful place. [ED NOTE: Thesarus Error. Please reformat hard drive and reinstall.] "Yep, nice place, isn't it?" The ceiling of the cave was high above them, and stalactites streched down low and sometimes met stalagmites streching up from the cavern floor. Rivers of liquid magma bubbled through the underground, crossed by stone bridges. The whole thing was an awesome sight. "Wow, this is all amazing..." said Debbie, "but what do we do know?" "Well, now, I've got a war to fight, and some revenge to be had." said Tojo, coldly. ---------- And some sleep to be had too, so I think I'll end it there for now, ok? Tojo -- This e-mail message was brought to you in part by: /===================================================================\ | ________ ____ | | |___ ___| ______ _ ______ / ___| ______ ____ _ | | | | | __ | |_| | __ | / / | __ | | __| _| |_ | | | | | | | | | | | | | | \ \__ | | | | | |__ |__ __| | | | | | |__| | /\| | | |__| | \__ \ | |__| | | __| | | | | | | |______| \__/ |______| \ \|______| |_| |_| | | \ \________________________________/ / | | \___________________________________/ | | Compare ingredients to Dark Lord Eric(tm)'s Email | \===================================================================/ ---------------------------------------- "To make an apple pie from scratch, one must first create the universe." Carl Sagan ---------------------------------------- ----------------------- Headers -------------------------------- Return-Path: Received: from rly-yh02.mx.aol.com (rly-yh02.mail.aol.com [172.18.147.34]) by air-yh02.mail.aol.com (v67_b1.21) with ESMTP; Sat, 22 Jan 2000 00:35:20 -0500 Received: from goose.prod.itd.earthlink.net (goose.prod.itd.earthlink.net [207.217.120.18]) by rly-yh02.mx.aol.com (v67_b1.21) with ESMTP; Sat, 22 Jan 2000 00:35:02 -0500 Received: from geocities.com (1Cust128.tnt2.nyc1.da.uu.net [63.24.156.128]) by goose.prod.itd.earthlink.net (8.9.3/8.9.3) with ESMTP id VAA11398 for ; Fri, 21 Jan 2000 21:34:53 -0800 (PST) Message-ID: <38894207.806CAE86@geocities.com> Date: Sat, 22 Jan 2000 00:37:11 -0500 From: Tojo Mojo Reply-To: tojo-mojo@geocities.com Organization: Mohorovicic Discontinuity Empirical Headquarters X-Mailer: Mozilla 4.61 [en]C-compaq (Win98; I) X-Accept-Language: en MIME-Version: 1.0 To: RaumKatze2@aol.com Subject: [MW] The Forgotten (Part 3) References: <0.d04462de.256826b2@aol.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit