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Another Star Wars parody
2002-02-14, 10:44 AM #1
Please don't add to this, I just want your opinion on what it's like. The names will probably confuse you, because they're all based on people I know, so bear with it.

Episode 4: A New Mop

The Mainframe© program by Microsoft has been completed, and is now under the
control of the evil Mr Mavis. The low level insurgency team, the Rebels,
led by Yeiga Orgasma, have obtained the source code for the program, and
have one chance to infiltrate the system and prevent Microsoft from having
access to all the computers in the world.
In a remote town, locked up in his room, Mr Bouncy is trying on his new wig.

Act I Scene I:
The Rebel programmers are trying desperately to create filters to stop the
evil Microsoft NetTracker from accessing their computer. A VDU shows an
ASCII picture of the Rebel subroutine program fleeing from the Microsoft
Disk Formatter.

*Cut to view of programmers typing in various filters*

Jake: It's no good, they keep bypassing the filters!
Daniel: Mine's holding, if I create a copy of it and change the access
codes then we can create a wall that should hold for a few minutes.

*Daniel's computer sparks*

Daniel: Damn! My OS can't cope with copying the file that's being remotely
accessed!
Jake: Shut it down, now, before you lose your current filter!

*Daniel shuts down*
*The NetTracker has almost penetrated all the filters*

Yeiga: Can't you do something, they'll format the system and we'll lose the
source code!
Jake: I'll email it to someone, but who can we trust?
Yeiga: Mr Powell, he'll be able to help.
Jake: What's the email?
Yeiga: mp_owl_master@hushmail.com
Jake: It's a big file, I'm glad we're using a cable modem... It's done!

*NetTracker is suddenly displayed on the monitors*

NetTracker: You were discovered downloading the Mainframe source code from a
Warez Site set up by us to trap you! Formatting system disks...

*A random explosion kills Jake and Daniel.*

Act I Scene II:
Some 733t |-|4><0r5 have intercepted the email and are trying to sell it to
Mr Bouncy.

Mr Bouncy: I'm telling you, I don't program, it's useless to me.
733t |-|4><0r5: 1 |20><0|25 j00|2 b0><0|25!!!
Mr Bouncy: What?
733t |-|4><0r5: j00 p|-|007! p|-|34|2 |\/|¥ 733t|\|355!
Mr Bouncy: Yes.... Erm...
733t |-|4><0r5: Oh, you don't speak 733t.
Mr Bouncy: What's 733t?
733t |-|4><0r5: It's just something the elite programmers use.
Mr Bouncy: I've often dreamed of becoming a programmer... I'll buy it! How
much?
733t |-|4><0r5: Well, I could sell it to you for loads of money, but since I'm a (/\)4123z jU|\||<13 I'll give it to j00 4 f1233.
Mr Bouncy: Err... if you mean free, thanks.

Act I Scene III:
Mr Bouncy has returned to his house to find that the email with the attached source code was in fact intended for Mr Powell.

Mr Bouncy: I wonder if he's a relative of Old Rowell, the hermit who lost his job in St Olave's and couldn't find any other work...
Mrs Bouncy: That man's just a crazy old wizkid come wizman.
Mr Bouncy: But if the email was addressed to him-
Mrs Bouncy: That doesn't matter, I don't think this Mr Powell even exists anymore. I want you to format that disk tomorrow.
Mr Bouncy: Why not today?
Mrs Bouncy: So you have time to find Old Rowell and for me to be murdered by Microsoft.
Mr Bouncy: Oh... wouldn't you much rather I formatted it now?
Mrs Bouncy: No... deep down inside I want you to become a programmer, it's your calling.
Mr Bouncy: OK then, er.. good night.

*In the morning*

Mr Bouncy: Where's the disk gone?
C-3PO: I tried to stop him sir, but he's gone mad, malfunctioning, kept babbling on about his mission, please don't deactivate me!

*Mr Bouncy turns off the video of Star Wars and finds the disk has just fallen onto the floor*

Mr Bouncy: Oh well, I guess I'd better go and find Old Rowell then...

Act I Scene IV:
Mr Bouncy, while looking for Old Rowell, comes across a bunch of dirty beggars.

Mr Bouncy: Er... do any of you guys know Old Rowell?

*The beggars mug him and run off, but thankfully the disk was not stolen. Mr Bouncy is now lying unconscious on the floor. Old Rowell steps over him and slaps him*

Mr Bouncy: I .. er.. Old Rowell!
Old Rowell: These streets are not to be travelled lightly. Tell me Mr Bouncy, what brings you to this side of town?
Mr Bouncy: I got this email from some 733t |-|4><0r5, and it was addressed to Mr Powell, is he some relative of yours?
Old Rowell: Mr Powell, now that's a name I've not heard in a long time, a long long time.
Mr Bouncy: So you know him?
Old Rowell: Well of course I know him, he's my second cousin twice removed! He lives a few blocks away.
Mr Bouncy: Oh, so you're not Mr Powell?
Old Rowell: Of course not, we've got completely different names!
Mr Bouncy: Oh yeah... Thanks Old Rowell!
Old Rowell: Any time Bouncy!

*Mr Bouncy finds Mr Powell*

Mr Powell: Mr Bouncy!
Mr Bouncy: How come everybody knows my name?
Mr Powell: Er ... yes.
Mr Bouncy: Ok ... err... Oh yeah, I've got an email for you, I bought it off some 733t |-|4><0r5.
Mr Powell: Ok... Oh my God, a program that can access any machine in the world!
Yeiga: Help me Mr Powell, you're our only hope.
Mr Bouncy: She's beautiful...
Mr Powell: She used to be a he.
Mr Bouncy: Oh... forget I said anything.
Mr Powell: You must learn a programming language, if you're to come with me to London.
Mr Bouncy: I'm not going to London! I've got work to do today, I'm late as it is!
Mr Powell: She needs your help, Mr Bouncy, I'm getting too old for this sort of thing.
Mr Bouncy: But you're younger than me!
Mr Powell: Oh yeah, I meant to say I'm getting too fat for this sort of thing.
Mr Bouncy: Do I have to take my wife?
Mr Powell: She's already dead, destroyed by Microsoft.
Mr Bouncy: w00t!
Mr Powell: w00t indeed.
Mr Bouncy: I want to come with you to London and learn the syntax of the programming languages, there is nothing for me now.
Mr Powell: I thought you'd see sense. Let's go to a pub and find someone to give us a ride.

Act I Scene V:
Mr Bouncy and Mr Powell enter a pub, a few heads turn to look at them, before returning to their beer.

Mr Bouncy: I'll have a lemonade, please.
Bartender: Lemonade? What are you trying to pull?

*A fight ensues, Mr Bouncy is thrown into a wall but Mr Powell draws a keyboad out of his bag and hits the bartender over the head with it. The atmosphere calms down and returns to normal*

Mr Bouncy: What was that?
Mr Powell: Oh yeah, I forgot to give you a keyboard earlier. *Passes an ergonomic keyboard to Mr Bouncy* This is my old keyboard, not as clumsy or random as a mouse, an elegant peripheral, from a more civilised age.
Mr Bouncy: But this is useless to me, I don't have a computer!
Mr Powell: A keyboard is very versatile, it can be used, as most keyboards are, on a computer, but they are also deadly weapons.
Mr Bouncy: What, so you just hit someone over the head with it?
Mr Powell: You can, but if you want to really injure somebody, press CTRL, ALT, INSERT.

*Mr Bouncy presses CTRL, ALT, INSERT. Suddenly the lead comes to life, flailing about but generally remaining in a straight line from the keyboard.*

Mr Bouncy: w00t!
Mr Powell: Now, let's find ourselves a lift.
Mr Bouncy: Er.. how do I turn it off?
Mr Powell: CTRL, ALT, DELETE.

*Mr Bouncy turns off his keyboard. The lead goes limp.*

Mock'Teeth: I couldn't help but overhear that you were looking for a lift.
Mr Powell: We are indeed, could you help us?
Mock'Teeth: Of course, I'm the pilot of the Y2K Ph4lcon.
Mr Powell: You don't get out much do you? What type of transport is the Y2K Ph4lcon?
Mock'Teeth: You've never heard of the Y2K Ph4lcon? It's the car that makes the grocery run in 3 minutes, she'll make 10 miles per hour past the speed limit.
Mr Powell: So what you're saying is, it's a slow car.
Mock'Teeth: No, no, no, no! It's THE slow car, of the millenium.
Mr Powell: OK, could you take us to London?
Mock'Teeth: London, that's quite far away, it'll cost you a lot. £10 thousand, all in advance.
Mr Bouncy: We could almost buy our own car for that!
Mock'Teeth: And who's gonna drive it old man? You?
Mr Bouncy: You're darn right I could!
Mock'Teeth: OK, I'll settle for £20, but only because you'll be better company than Chalkbacca.

*They look towards the 6'2" hairy creature, Chalkbacca.*

Chalkbacca: Hey, I'm great company, without me you'd never get the Ph4lcon started!
Mr Bouncy: He talks?
Chalkbacca: Yes, there are some subtle differences between this and Star Wars.
Mr Bouncy: Oh, OK.
Mock'Teeth: Meet me in the Car Park on the high street, OK? I've got some business to take care of...

*Mr Bouncy and Mr Powell leave, Biggso, a disgusting creature comes and sits opposite Mock'Teeth*

Biggso: Melma wants his food, now.
Mock'Teeth: I got spotted!
Biggso: If Melma allowed anybody to drop their groceries at the sheer sight of an agent then his business would fall to pieces!
Mock'Teeth: At least then he might lose some weight.
Biggso: If you give me the money to go and buy them, then Melma will forget all about this.
Mock'Teeth: Tell Melma I've got the money!
Biggso: Then give it to me!
Mock'Teeth: I don't have it with me ... *he reaches for anti-bacterial spray*
Biggso: Try telling Melma himself.
Mock'Teeth: At least you had some respect in Binge Wars.

*He sprays the anti-bacterial agent on Biggso, who dissolves in the chair*

Mock'Teeth: *Leaving* Sorry about the mess.

Act I Scene VI:
Mr Powell and Mr Bouncy are trying to get £20 together.

Mr Powell: You'll have to sell your wig.
Mr Bouncy: I don't need it, I'm never coming back here again...

*They manage to sell his wig for £20. They go into the car park. They see a Mini with 'Y2K Ph4lcon' spray-painted on the front.*

Mr Bouncy: What a piece of junk!
Mock'Teeth: Hey, I paid a lot for this!
Mr Bouncy: It wasn't worth it!
Mr Powell: Let's just get in the car shall we?
Mr Bouncy: *Looking at Chalkbacca* How the hell does he get in?
Mock'Teeth: You get in first, worry about him later.

*They get in the Mini, Chalkbacca meanwhile is putting on size 13 roller blades.*

Mock'Teeth: Are you ready Chalky?
Chalkbacca: Don't call me that, and yes I am.

*Suddenly the headlights on an expensive looking Mercedes fire up.*

Mock'Teeth: Damn! Agents! Get in!
Mr Bouncy: We are in!

*Mock'Teeth jumps in and starts the car up. Amazingly it starts up. Chalkbacca has taken some bangers out of his pocket and has lit one. He throws it. It bounces off the windscreen and explodes on a Ford Fiesta. The Y2K Ph4lcon accelerates, Chalkbacca grabs hold of the tow rope just in time.*

Mr Bouncy: Can't you make this thing go any faster?
Mock'Teeth: Driving a car ain't like combing your hair, pops, you go too fast you might get caught by a speed camera or a red light, that'd end your trip real fast.

*The agent's Mercedes is catching up. Chalkbacca manages to get a banger into the air vents below the windscreen. The explosion causes the Microsoft agents to swerve violently into a wall.*

Mock'Teeth: Sometimes I even amaze myself.
Mr Powell: But Chalkbacca did all the hard work!
Mock'Teeth: Yeh, but who are they gonna believe?
Mr Bouncy: Who are 'they'?
Mock'Teeth: I don't know, but if I tell the story, my version will sound better than his.
Mr Bouncy: Oh...
Chalkbacca: He does this all the time...

*2 hours later they come to the outskirts of London.*

Mr Bouncy: Where's London?
Mock'Teeth: It's here, or at least it used to be...
Mr Bouncy: What do you mean it 'used to be'?!
Mock'Teeth: That's what I'm tellin' you gramps, it ain't here!
Mr Bouncy: Then where is it?
Mr Powell: Destroyed, by Microsoft.
Mock'Teeth: Microsoft couldn't do this, it would take all the subroutines in the world to make London crash.
Mr Powell: Not with Mainframe, they must have forced an Illegal Operation on all the computers...
Mr Bouncy: Hey look, a terminal is still running!

*The terminal reads "London has performed an Illegal Operation and will be terminated". Mr Powell clicks on Debug*

Mr Powell: Gee, I'm glad this terminal has assembly...

*Mr Powell manages to get the computer running normally. The log file indicates that Mainframe had been used to access the computer.*

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And so the saga begins
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Jagged Conscience
2002-02-15, 4:37 AM #2
Mr Powell: This is terrible, wait a second, there's another entry in the log file! It's encrypted, but with our combined |-|4>< knowledge we should be able to decode it...
Mr Bouncy: (/\)3 |2 1|\| t3|-| 5(V)477 |-|0u53 0pP051t3 t3|-| t|241|\| 5t4t10|\| 1|\| g745G0\/\/:: ¥31g4 - We are in the small house opposite the train station in Glasgow, Yeiga !
Mr Powell: w00t, your short experience with the 733t |-|4><0r5 has given you a wonderful knowledge of 733t!
Mr Bouncy: So what are we waiting for, then?
Mock'Teeth: Er... Chalkbacca's just taking a slash...
Mr Bouncy: Oh...
Chalkbacca: Right! Let's go!

*They all climb into the Ph4lcon and they make their way to Glasgow...*

Act II Scene I:
Our brave |-|3|203$ have finally reached Glasgow, they see the small house opposite the train station.

Scot #1: Hoots, mon, ach, I dunnoo.
Mr Bouncy: This is like no form of 733t I've ever experienced...
Mr Powell: It's Scottish, not 733t, it's even harder to understand. If anybody talks to you in Scottish, just give them some alcohol and run.
Scot #1: Did yee say alco *hic* hol, eeh, ya wee nipper?

*Random Scots close in on our heroes, what will they do?*

Mr Powell: Quick, run, into the house!
Mr Bouncy: Won't it be guarded?
Mr Powell: Only by secretaries, all the actual members of staff are permanently out to lunch.

*The team runs into the building and are confronted by 3 elderly women with knitting needles.*

Mr Powell: Quick, Mr Bouncy, get your keyboard out!

*Mr Powell and Mr Bouncy activate their keyboards and very swiftly remove the knitting needles from the hands of the women. The women run out the door and are closed on by the random Scots. Mock'Teeth closes the door.*

Mock'Teeth: Phew! I thought we were done for. No reward is worth this...
Mr Powell: Who said anything about a reward?
Mock'Teeth: Oh, you mean I'm only charging you £20 for all this!!
Mr Powell: Yes...
Mock'Teeth: But the fuel alone cost £40!!
Mr Powell: Well I'm sure you would be able to get a copy of Delphi from Yeiga.
Mock'Teeth: Oh, cool, I'm still in then.

*The team runs into the next room to find Yeiga, tied up in a chair. Mr Bouncy goes to untie her.*

Mr Powell: Don't, it's a trap!
Yeiga: I thought I was meant to say that...
Mr Powell: Oh yeah, sorry, I said your line...
Yeiga: Never mind, it's just some cheap special effects anyway, go ahead and untie me.
Mr Bouncy: Perhaps you should untie her Chalckbacca, those knots look tight...

*Chalkbacca starts untying the knots. A random special effect sets his hair on fire.*

Chalkbacca: My hair! My hair! It's on fire, I'M ON FIRE!!!
Mr Bouncy: Find some water!
Mock'Teeth: Play dead!
Yeiga: Run around screaming!
Mr Powell: Shutup, it's only a special effect! Look, just a second...

*Mr Powell opens up a cabinet and turns off the special effects. The heroes are left in a blue room.*

Mr Bouncy: What happened? The walls have gone blue!
Mr Powell: We must be blue-screened...

*Mr Powell fiddles around with the controls and manages to put the room back as it was.*

Mr Bouncy: No! Put it back to how it was, we might not even be in Glasgow because of that blue-screen!
Mr Powell: No, I felt a disturbance in the film reel just as we came in, this is the only blue-screened set so far...
Mr Bouncy: I was hoping for a minute that London was still there...
Mr Powell: I'm afraid London is no more, the power of Microsoft will ensure that...
Mr Bouncy: But why? Why? WHY?
Yeiga: As a demonstration, it was Mr Mavis, I saw him destroy London, my home town... It was peaceful, unlike our base, which he decided not to destroy...
Mr Bouncy: Why didn't he destroy your base?
Yeiga: So we could destroy Mainframe, duh!
Mr Bouncy: Oh... so shall we?
Yeiga: Yes, but we need to get to our base first.
Mock'Teeth: *Sigh* Where now?
Yeiga: Cardiff!

*Mock'Teeth and Chalkbacca groan, th Ph4lcon has never been under such stress before. They walk out to the car, the remnants of the 3 secretaries can be seen, but the random Scots seem to have deserted the area...*

Yeiga: You came in that thing? You're braver than I thought.
Mock'Teeth: Correction, stupider.
Mr Bouncy: Correction, more stupid.
Chalkbacca: The dictionary recognises both such phrases.
Mr Powell: But one was a phrase and one was a word!
Yeiga: Let's not get into a grammatical debate over this.
Chalkbacca: She's right, let's get moving, we've got to be in Cardiff by tomorrow!
Yeiga: Why tomorrow?
Chalkbacca: Well, we don't have to be there by tomorrow, I just thought it might motivate people if we did...
Mr Bouncy: Fair enough.

*They somehow manage to get into the Y2K Ph4lcon, but just as they start moving random Scots jump onto their car.*

Mock'Teeth: Microsoft are implementing their new tracking device!
Mr Powell: Everybody, throw your alcohol out the windows!

*They do so and the random Scots jump off the Ph4lcon and towards the bottles of various concoctions.*

Mock'Teeth: Wow, I'm great.
Yeiga: That was too easy...
Mock'Teeth: You call that easy?
Mr Powell: It was for you, you didn't do anything!
Yeiga: They're tracking us...
Mock'Teeth: Not this car, sister.
Yeiga: At least the source code in the email is still intact...

*Everybody looks towards Mr Bouncy, he stares blankly for a moment, before realising that he still has the disk.*

Mr Bouncy: Oh, yeah, it's in my pocket.
Yeiga: Hopefully our team of 733t |-|4><0r5 will be able to find a flaw in the code...

*Their journey is well under way, and Mr Powell is trying to teach Mr Bouncy Delphi.*

Mr Powell: No! You can't call a subroutine from within itself, you'll end up with multiple tasks running, and Delphi doesn't have a built in time-share compile function!
Mr Bouncy: Can't I just delete the previous instance after declaring the last?
Mr Powell: INSTANCE? That is C++ syntax! Don't you realise that C++ verges on OOP?
Mr Bouncy: What's OOP?
Mr Powell: Object Oriented Programming, and C++ creates classes and instances of them, which is borderline OOP.
Mr Bouncy: But isn't OOP easier?
Mr Powell: Do not be tempted by the quick and easy route, as Mavis did, for that leads to the dark side of programming.

*Mr Bouncy has become contemplative and is clearly considering whether the quick and easy option of OOP would be too easy to resist.*

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And so the saga continues, unnoticed
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Jagged Conscience
2002-02-20, 12:21 AM #3
Act II Scene II:
The team has arrived at Cardiff, the Ph4lcon is covered in dirt and the wheels on Chalkbacca's rollerblades are almost worn down to nothing. There is a small shack with a sign above the door saying 'All this base are belong to us. - t3h r3b375'. The heroes walk through the door to discover a row of computers, several of which have been opened up and are being repaired by extras.

Lt. Derphin: Oh, you're back.
Yeiga: Indeed I am, and I have the source code to Mainframe!

*All the heads look towards her.*

Yeiga: Well don't look so surprised, I am actually good at something.
Lt. Derphin: I still can't get over the fact that you were a man.
Mock'Teeth: WHAT?!
Lt. Derphin: Can I ... squeeze them?

*Yeiga slaps Lt. Derphin.*

Mock'Teeth: *to Chalkbacca* This doesn't bear well for me, I know what happens in the Empire Strikes Back...
Chalkbacca: Do you think she still has ... it?
Mock'Teeth: Well she's a she, so I'm assuming she doesn't have one...
Yeiga: Everybody gather around, we've got a great big task ahead of us, we have to infiltrate and destroy Mainframe!
Wej Antimony: That's impossible, even for a computer!
Mr Bouncy: Err... how else would you do it?

*Wej realises that this isn't Star Wars and shuffles to the back.*

Yeiga: OK, we need to lure Mainframe into accessing our computers, and then send pulses of information into the 'Public' classes and destroy their functions, rendering Mainframe inoperative. We then need to send a virus in to format the system completely. We need two programmers to transmit the data to the classes and send the virus, and we need twelve programmers to prevent Mainframe from accessing the central workstation, from which we will send the pulses.

*The shutting of a car door is heard, Mr Bouncy looks out the window.*

Mr Bouncy: It's Mr Mavis!
Mr Powell: How would you know, you've never seen him?
Mr Bouncy: Well, he's got his keyboard activated, he's in a black suit and he's wearing a paper bag painted black over his head.
Mr Powell: You people can't help, I must go on alone.
Yeiga: But Mr Powell, you're our only hope, we need you to send the data!
Mr Powell: I've taught Mr Bouncy enough to take my place, I must now go and meet my destiny.

*Mr Powell walks out of the shack towards Mr Mavis, he activates his keyboard.*

Mr Mavis: Mr Powell, we meet again at last, when I left you I was just a newbie, now I am the master!
Mr Powell: Only a master of OOP Mavis!

*Their keyboard leads collide, special effects are randomly set off in the location of the clash. They continue to fight in this fashion.*

Mr Powell: You cannot win, Mavis, if you strike me down my sub-routines will become more complex than you can possibly imagine.

*Mavis swings for Powell, he deactivates his keyboard and remotely turns on the sub-routines. Powell is cut in half, he is left standing for a moment before gradually becoming pixelated and turning into a binary stream which flows into Mr Bouncy.*

Mr Bouncy: I've acquired Mr Powell's knowledge! And his hair! Oh God, somebody get me a comb...

*Mr Mavis sees the programmers at work and quickly returns to his laptop in his car.*

Yeiga: We've established a link with the Warez site again ... Mainframe has remotely accessed our outer perimeter!
Mr Bouncy: I'm just about to determine the IP adress...

*A computer screen goes blank, it has been formatted by Mainframe.*

Yeiga: Reroute your protection to that line, we can't afford to let Mainframe format our central workstation!
Mr Bouncy: I've got it! Right, now to send the pulses...

*Two more screens go blank.*

Yeiga: We're losing them! Everybody link onto one line, and cut the unused comm cables!
Mr Bouncy: Damn it! A firewall! I need to bypass it...
Lt. Derphin: Run C:\Progra~1\FireDodge\fd.exe and type in the IP address!

*Mr Bouncy does so, he has bypassed the first firewall.*

Mr Bouncy: Oh dear, it was remotely accessed, determining new IP...

*Another screen goes blank.*

Mr Bouncy: I've got it! Mainframe is running off of 243.14.62.368! Firing pulses! A proxy!
Lt. Derphin: *Sigh* C:\Progra~1\Passwo~1\sniffer.exe
Mr Bouncy: .... I've got it.

*Three screens go blank. An instant message pops up.*

Mr Mavis: No, Mr Bouncy, I've got you!
Mr Bouncy: Damn, we've been hacked into by Mavis!

*Another two screens go blank.*

Mr Mavis: Aha! I was the best hacker on the Earth!
Mr Bouncy: Well step over, Mavis, I AM the best hacker on the Earth!
Mr Mavis: Rubbish, Powell was a fool, you could never learn enough from him to defeat me!
Mr Bouncy: *to Lt. Derphin* I need some backup, concentrate on filtering Mavis' access.
Lt. Derphin: Gotcha...
Yeiga: We've only got three workstations protecting the central computer now...
Mock'Teeth: Make that four! I've plugged in my laptop! Time to send Mr Mavis a worm!
Mr Mavis: Oh an email!
Mr Bouncy: *to Mock'Teeth* Good work!
Mr Mavis: Ghargh! I've been hacked!
Mock'Teeth: You're all clear now pops, so lets blow this thing and go home!

*Another screen goes blank.*

Mr Bouncy: I got it!
Lt. Derphin: Sending virus... It's done!

*Mr Bouncy sighs in relief. Yeiga runs up to him.*

Yeiga: Bouncy!
Mr Bouncy: Yuqi! I mean, Yeiga! Mock'Teeth, what made you change your mind?
Mock'Teeth: I decided I'd earn the credit I was going to take.
Chalkbacca: It was my idea...

Act III Scene I:
The rebels are assembled on plastic chairs in the shack, Mr Bouncy, Mock'Teeth and Chalkbacca are walking up the aisle towards Yeiga.

Lt. Derphin: This is so unfair! Bouncy would never have got through to Mainframe if it weren't for me and Chalkbacca didn't do anything what-so-ever!
Yeiga: Good point! Chalky, sit down, this medal should rightfully go to Lieutenant Derphin!

*Lt. Derphin springs up and Chalkbacca grudgingly sits down. Yeiga awards Mr Bouncy, Mock'Teeth and Lt. Derphin with medals.*

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The first Episode of the Saga is complete!
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Jagged Conscience

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