Chapter Two - A Plan is Conceived
||The hours swiftly moved into evening, and
still the planning went on. Eventually, however, a break was
called and sustenance was obtained and light entertainment
||Tensions reduced, the battle plan was
further refined and fleshed out. All participants were eager
to banish their foul nemesis but all knew better than to rush
in. Professor Spankett was no lightweight lab technician or
work-experience test-tube cleaner.|
"He is well reknowned as
a master in robotics, with an exceptional talent in genetics.
I would say he surpases me in the former, although my own
genetics skills are second-to-none. At last testing, he was a
grade 2 with the magnetic stirrer, and his ISCAMS rating is
around 1400," opined the scientist.
"Eye scams?" asked the
"I.S.C.A.M.S. - the International Society of
Crackpots and Mad Scientists. 1400 is not a bad score,
especially for someone so young. You'd normally see a score
like that in someone a good 20 years older at least."
continued the ninja, "it seems we have a worthy adversary who
will take some besting. Still think it would have been wise to
confront him alone?"
"I defer to your judgement in this,
friend ninja. I think that Sagan himself has blessed us with
this meeting. Luck like this hasn't fallen my way since I
managed to score that decorative candy bowl cheap at Ed Gein's
||"I picked up a pretty cool umbrella
stand, too. I stopped using it though as I had a devil of a
time getting more than one umbrella in it. And they always
ended up with mud on the tip for some reason..."|
short time later, the plan was completed.
"I don't think
there's much more we can do. We've covered all the
eventualities we can think of." The scientist couldn't help
but stifle a small yawn - it was getting late.
Barring any truly ridiculous outcomes, we should be able to
handle our foe quite successfully."
"Urrrrgh." Frank didn't
want to feel left out.
"Frank's right," said Dr Steve, "I
think we should call it a night. The time and place has been
settled, and the necessary equipment is on hand. The next time
we meet, the game will be afoot!"
"Agreed. Is there any
chance you have a high window somewhere? Perhaps something
with a dangerous drop below it, or a steep gabled roof with
slippery tiles? It's just that it doesn't feel right to just
walk out the front door."
"You could try the toilet window?
It's a fair way off the ground, and a tight squeeze
Dr Steve pointed the ninja in the right
direction, whereupon it was discovered that Frank had beaten
them to it.
||"I'd give that a few minutes if I were
you." said the scientist. "His digestive system is like
someone filled a rubber bag with bleach and poo and kicked it
around for an hour in a sauna. His 'little accidents' are like
Three Mile Island."|
The pair of them closed the door and
backed slowly away.
"Tell you what, there's a window that's
a little bigger in the next room. How about you use that? Not
as tricky to get out of, but the drop is equally dangerous. If
you had to use the one in there with Frank, your hair might
And so the ninja made his farewells, calling
a goodbye loudly through the door to Frank before lauching
himself backwards through the window. By the time the
scientist made it to the window to look for him, he had
disappeared into the night.
"Well you should have looked for paper before you
started, you great buffoon. Let me get my Chemturion and I'll
bring you a roll from the downstairs loo."