Monday, April 21, 2008

Stories From A Previous Life...

Long long ago, in a previous life, I worked with the finest bunch of cuthroat pirate Engineers one could ever hope to meet. On board our ship, the Blaq Paq, it was decided to organise a night out on shore. Normally we would select a den of alcohol, and consume countless bottles of port until our funds were quenched, but this time we discussed trying for something a little more entertaining.

A new venue called 'Alien Adventure' had opened, somewhat following the story of the film Alien. Good Captain (My Captain) Big Marty, thought this was a handsome choice, and decided to telephone the venue to get more information. The call went something like this:

Ring, Ring...

Hello Alien Adventure here, Fiona speaking, how can I help you?

Big Marty: Hello, I'm thinking of booking for a party of 12, can you give me some information about the venue?

Fiona: Well Sir, we follow the storyline of the film 'Alien'. We have 60,000 square feet of game arena over three levels, featuring corridors & walkways filled with smoke, atmospheric sounds and lighting. We have a number of aliens that appear out of hiding and chase your party. You wear laser tag harnesses, and if anyone in your party is tagged 3 times, they are listed as 'eaten'. The more members of your party that survive, the more credits you earn for return trips to the adventure!

Big Marty: So we get chased by the aliens. That doesn't sound right. No that's not right. Can't we chase the aliens?

Fiona: Er, um.... Well Sir, for a party of 12, we could probably give the aliens harnesses as well, and you could have laser tag guns to shoot at the aliens.

Big Marty: Laser tag guns...? That's not right. That doesn't sound right. Can't we bring our own weapons?

Fiona: Click.

Big Marty: Hello? Hello Fiona? ....Hello?


Blogger Dick Small said...

I'm lucky to have made it out aLIVE...

5:03 PM  
Blogger Special K said...


11:19 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

No real weapons? Well, that's no fun...

10:19 AM  
Blogger Teri said...

yeah, the guns they give you SUCK. you need the real thing to kill them. plus it's more fun.

12:24 PM  
Blogger Teri said...

Dick didn't have 12 friends to ask anyway.

12:25 PM  
Blogger Dick Small said...

Oh, Teri. You're here. How "nice".

6:38 PM  
Blogger Sans Pantaloons said...

Dick, I was right behind you!

Special K, true story!

Midleah, I don't think the venue lasted long. Too many patrons wanted to chase the Alien.

Teri, it is more fun!
I think you're just trying to bait Dick...

Dick, I think Teri, is just trying to bait you. Maybe the situation is all confused because we don't know who is Alien and who is Triffid...

6:59 PM  
Blogger Dick Small said...

Then again, maybe Teri is just being annoying.
As usual.

7:58 PM  
Blogger Sans Pantaloons said...

Teri is Great!

7:40 PM  

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