From: mmcirvin@world.std.com (Matt McIrvin) Subject: Re: Scenes from a ``Roy Rogers'' restaurant Date: Wed, 20 Dec 2000 03:33:53 GMT Organization: Samantha and Matt's House of Bits X-Newsreader: MT-NewsWatcher 2.4.4
"Michael" <king_monkey@bigpuddle.com> wrote:
This is an old episode of Thunderbirds isn't it?
-,m
Not quite. Observe my total Thunderbirdization!
"Poot Rootbeer" <poot@dork.com> wrote in message news:Xns900EDD031pootrootbeer@127.0.0.1...Our setting: a Roy Rogers franchise located within New York City's Pennsylvania Station, lower level, right off the Long Island Railroad concourse. Our hero, POOT, enters. He is hungry after viewing a production of Shakespeare's ``MACBETH'' performed by 1-inch-tall plastic ninja figurettes.
POOT trundles toward the cash register on a motorized conveyor belt provided for the purpose, while the cashier and cash register trundle toward him on a motorized counter and cashier transport platform.
POOT:
Hello, good serviceperson, I wish to purchase a sandwich of roasted beef, a side order of french-fried potatoes, and a cola beverage. I believe this meal is also referred to as a ``Combo Number Two''. Furthermore, I wish to seat myself within this place of business whilst I consume my meal, as opposed to having the food packaged within a sack which I may easily remove from the premises.
Close-up of human hands, pressing buttons on the ultra-computerized cash register of the future. Right hand slowwwwly pulls a large red lever downward to finalize the sale.
Tracking shot of Fryolator Four, a colossal flying french-fryer and spaceship. Fryolator Four's rear clamshell doors open and release the smaller Fryolator Five mobile fryolation interceptor unit. Clattering teletypes announce the imminent arrival of Burger One, which rises out of an underground silo and docks with Fryolator Five to produce the Combo Number Two Complex. This in turn ejects a spacesuited pilot high into the air, who parachutes into the Roy Rogers delivering one [1] Combo Number Two.
CASHIER:
You may have what you wish, for the sum of five American dollars and ninety-nine cents, plus fifty cents' taxation, as mandated by the State of New York for non-essential food items.
Fryolator Four explodes.
POOT:
Very well. (pays)
Close-up of human hands, paying.
Dance party. All do the Space Twist.
-- Matt McIrvin http://world.std.com/~mmcirvin/