Date: Fri, 15 Nov 1996 13:32:46 -0500 From: "B.T. Murtagh" Subject: INT: Highway 41 >> The new member of this forsaken group had quietly chosen a vantage point >> allowing a clear view of each of the others. >> >> The new pair of eyes merely watched and waited. > >The big lizard watched as the two phigures slowly, haltingly, and >unknowingly moved toward one another. It hunkered down an waited quietly. Suddenly a shrill beeping split the dry air. The lizard started to scurry forward instinctively but stopped itself before it got in clear view of the road. Hissing malevolently, it clawed at its right leg. The scaly skin parted bloodlessly and it pulled out an object. Stabbing viciously at the thing, it hissed and chattered into it. Although it spoke no Earthly tongue... at least, not of this modern Earth... there was something in the cadences of the noises it made which the frog hiding behind it recognized not only as language, but as a possibly universal expression of annoyance. He could almost translate the alien sounds: "Goddammit, Marge, I told you never to call me at work!" B.T. & Dr. Frog more like helium!!! They're like a breath of fresh air! Well... . MMMm @..@ . . |___/M (----) . U U @ ( >__< ) . \^ / ^^ ~~ ^^ * U/ -- I think I think, therefore I think I am. I think. BT Murtagh -- BMURTAGH@InfoAve.net -- I think I need a drink to follow that. Dr Frog --