[ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Bridge]
 

 "Hi, everybody!" said the man dressed in snappy doctor garb.
 To which everybody else responded: "Hi, Dr. Mike!"
 "I'm here to provide some answers for the typical reader person. You know,
today's lemon is bring up a whole can of question-type worms, does it not?"
 "Yeah, questions like, 'When will the merciful specter of death come and
free us of this living hell which we fester in?'" Tom wondered.
 "Or, 'What brand of paint thinner was being sniffed in the production of
today's fanfic perversion of yet *another* anime series?'" Crow put in.
 "No, no! Silly red and gold thingamabobs! You want to try to guess, purple
lady?"
 "Can I have the afternoon off, Mike? This is cutting into my lunch break!"
 "No, wrong answer! The *real* question is, 'How does Mackie keep an
erection that long without keeling over?'
 "OH, MIKE!!! GROSS!!!"
 "*Damn* you, Nelson!"
 "Now, there's no need to get a sore head, sore head! It is a perfectly
legitimate type of question. And I for one feel it needs to be addressed!"
Mike suddenly dropped back into a normal voice. "Uh, what's the matter,
Gypsy?"
 Servo, who was trying to comfort the uncontrollably sobbing purple robot,
answered for her. "Ah, Mike! Who wouldn't be crying at the very mental image
of Mackie's everlasting hard... har... Oh *man*... (sniff) WAAAHHHH!!!"
 "Now, now, don't be a frowny face! Put on a happy grin! Look! Diagrams!" as
Mike pulled down a cross section of  Mackie's you-know-what, set at full
staff no less.
 "Oh my God, I think I've just gone blind."
 "Crow, you're just covering your eyes. Oops, Pearl's calling. I mean," Mike
slipped back into character, "The mean lady who yells a lot and sends us
loopy movies!"

[Castle Forrester]

 "Hey, I don't yell-- Gah! What the *hell* is that?!" Pearl exclaimed,
obviously referring to the rather out of place picture hanging from the
ceiling. "Is that what I *think* it is?"

[SOL Bridge]

 "Uh, yes and no..." Mike replied, now fully himself again. "It's a prostate
diagram, but it's not of who you think..." He pulled the chart down all the
way. "... it's a cross-section of Bob Dole."
 *"Where...?"*
 "Ah, I cut it out of an old back issue of 'George' magazine."
 There was a moment of silence, broken by: "Wait a minute... *my* collection
of 'George'? YOU CUT THEM OUT!?! MIKE!!!
 "Gee, sorry, Crow! I thought you were done with them!"
 *"Oy! Anyway, Nel-bert, back to the Testosterone Festival..."*
 "Aw, Mike! Those could of been valuable collector's item someday!"
 "WE GOT LEMON SIIIGN!!!"
 

[ 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Theater]
 

Crow:  My George collection, RUINED!
Mike:  Oh, it was only one issue... get over it!
(they sit down as usual)
 

>The viewpoint fixated on Sylia's lips around the banana, zooming in close
>enough to see the tiny skim of saliva on the fruit as it moved in and out
>of her mouth.
 

Mike:  Ick...
 

>The readouts showed increased bloodflow to his manhood, raising it to
>prominence.
 

Crow:  (as a drill sergeant) Atten-hut, you maggots!
 

>        Sylia looked down at the bulge in Mackie's pajamas. She
>withdrew the banana and smiled, "Please, dear brother. Make yourself
>comfortable."  Then she returned to sucking the banana, closing her
>eyes as she moaned around it.
 

Tom:   (as Sylia) And I'm getting my RDA of potassium, too!
 

>        The view shifted as Mackie slipped out of his pajamas, his
>eyes never leaving Sylia as he pulled the closest chair up and sat,
>just staring in rapt fascination.
 

Mike:  (dramatically) Thrill as he WATCHES!
Crow:  Marvel as his lower jaw hangs limp!
Tom:   Unlike his...
Mike and Crow: TOM!
Tom:   ... wrist!
 

>        Sylia smiled as she saw Mackie's prick. "Oh, Mackie," she
>said, "I'll bet you know what I was imagining, hm?"
 

Crow:  The sixty-four dollar question! CAN HE ANSWER IT?!
 

>She leaned forward and grasped another banana as she said, "I was
>pretending that that banana was your beautiful cock, dear brother. That I
>was sucking your big, beautiful dick."
 

Tom:   (as a detective) Well, I'm flattered at the attention, ma'am, but I
still have to insist that you leave my client's pet rooster alone...
Mike:  (laughs) Cute, Tom...
 

>She stood and pushed her chair away from the table, dropping her panties to
>the floor as she did so. "And do you know what I intend to do with this
>banana?"
 

Crow:  (as Mackie) Duh, eat it as a part of a well-balanced breakfast?
 

>She smiled as she licked it, up one side and down the other. "I'm going to
>pretend that it's that wonderful slab of meat of yours... fucking my tight
>little cunt!"
 

All:   (laugh)
Tom:   She is *so* tactful...
Mike:  Boggles the mind, really...
 

>Slowly she brought the banana down to her wet, swollen pussy and gently
>guided the tip between her labia.
 

Mike:  ... and that sound you just heard was Dole, pulling its sponsorship.
 

>        "Mmmm... can you feel it, Mackie?" she moaned. "It's hot and
>tight, isn't it? And you're so thick... mmm..."
 

Crow:  ... just like a McDonald's milkshake!
Tom:   I'd like to see how long this lemon can hold on to a sponsor...
 

>Slowly she slid more of the banana into herself, until she was grasping it
>only by the stem. "Ooooh, yes, Mackie... can you feel me around you? Can
>you?"
 

Tom:   ... But the little Stingray didn't know what to make of the lemon...
Mike:  You can hear his mind blowing fuses, if you listen close...
 

>        Mackie said nothing; the readouts indicated a very dry throat,
>preventing him from speaking. He merely sat slack-jawed, and very
>definitely rock-hard, and watched raptly as his sister played with the
>banana.
 

Crow:  (as Mackie) How could she waste a perfectly good banana like that?!
 

>        "Oh, yes, Mackie," Sylia moaned, as she pumped the banana in
>and out of her snatch. "Do you like to watch me jack off? Hmm?"
 

Mike:  No.
Tom:   No.
Crow:  *HELL* no...
 

>She smiled as she pumped the banana faster. "Hmmm... jack off with me,
>Mackie.. I want to watch you beat your meat...
 

Mike:  My, but they such an open relationship...
Crow:  Tonight's opening act, THE STINGRAYS!
Tom:   Should that be 'jill off' for a girl?
 

>I want your cum all over me... hmmmm..." Her body rocked in the chair as
>the banana pumped faster and faster in and out of her pussy.
 

Crow:  (as Mackie) And how could she do that to her cat? This is sick!!
 

>        Mackie obediently wrapped his hand around his cock and began
>to stroke its length, in time with Sylia's thrusting of the banana.
 

Tom:   Jeeze, first Sylia molests her cat and now he plays with his rooster!
Mike:  These people need *serious* help...
 

>"ohh, sis..." he moaned as his meat grew thicker and hotter with each
>passing moment.
 

Crow:  ... just like our new Arch Deluxe, with 30% MORE MEAT!!
Mike:  ... aaaand there goes yet *another* sponsor.
 

>        "Oh, yeah," Sylia moaned. "Stroke your dick. Oh, yeah. Imagine
>it's my pussy stroking you. MMM.... Feel my pussy walls rippling
>around you, Mackie? That means I'm about to come.
 

Tom:   So go, already!
 

>You're going to make me cum so haaard... mmmmm.... ooohh..."
 

Crow:  THE STINGRAYS!
Mike:  (laughs hard) Stop that!
 

>The banana moved faster and faster in and out of Sylia, glistening with her
>honey.
 

Tom:   Oh great, now we are to believe that she keeps a beehive up her...
Mike:  SERVO! SHUT UP!!!
Tom:   Yessirsorrysirwon'thappenagainsir!!!
Mike:  Sheesh!
 

>        "oh, god, sis..." Mackie groaned, stroking harder and feeling
>his balls starting to tighten.  "It's so good... you're gonna make me
>cum real hard too... ohh man..."
 

Crow:  Ladies and gentlemen, THE STINGRAYS!!!
Mike:  (laughs) One night only!
 

>        "Oh, YES!" Sylia moaned, her entire body bucking as she began
>to come.  "Oh, Mackie, I'm coming! OOOOOH! YEAH, so good!"
 

Mike:  (singing) OW! I feel good...
Crow:  (singing) Nahnanananana!
 

>She pumped the banana frantically as she screeched, "I'm so hot! Oh,
>Mackie, hose me down!  Blow your wad all over me! COME! OOOHH!!!"
 

Crow:  THE STINGRAYS!!!
Tom:   (snickers) Tickets still available!
 

>        "Unngh!" Mackie grunted loudly.  "OH SIS!  AAAH!!"  He arched
>his back, rising up out of the chair, and a geyser of come spewed
>upward. Sylia howled with ecstasy as her body was quickly coated in
>jism.
 

Crow:  THE STINGRAYS!!! Good night, ladies and gentlemen!
 

>        And then the screens blacked out, leaving only a silent,
>emotionless message: <DREAM TERMINATED>.
 

Tom:   (as the Terminator) I need a vacation...
 

>        A few seconds of blank tape followed, and then the next
>segment arrived.  This one began almost identically as the first;
>Sylia sat at the table, reading a paper, wearing virtually nothing.
 

Mike:  This, is CNN...
Crow:  The *Cutie Nude Network*!
 

>This time, however, when she looked up, she smiled and said, "Good
>morning, Mackie... it's time for your breakfast!"  With that, she
>pushed her chair back and spread her legs, revealing her bare, ripe
>pussy.
 

Tom:   It's not nice to fool with Mother Nature...
 

>        "Mm, looks great, sis!" Mackie grinned.  "I'm really hungry
>today!"  So saying, he knelt down in front of Sylia and promptly dove in.
 

Crow:  Seafood for breakfast? How odd.
Mike:  What makes you... Oh, yuck!
 

>        "Oh, yeah.... eat me,"
 

Tom:   How apropos. This fanfic can *eat me* as well...
 

>Sylia moaned, feeling up her breasts.
 

Mike:  (as Sylia) Fresh!! Oh, wait, I'm doing it to myself...
 

>"Lick me deep... you know how I like it, lover."  Mackie obligingly
>shoved his face tightly against Sylia's crotch, sending his tongue
>probing deep into Sylia's heated canal.
 

Crow:  I've heard of heated pools, but this is ridiculous...
 

>        "Oh, YES," Sylia moaned, "so good..." Her hot cunt flowed
>thickly with natural lube, and Mackie lapped it up happily and
>hungrily, sending Sylia to moaning louder. "OOOooohhh... oh, Mackie...
>yeah, lick me... suck me... oooh..."
 

Mike:  I can almost hear the 'porno-jazz' playing in the background...
 

>        Mackie's tongue flailed wildly within Sylia's depths,
>seemingly caressing every sweet spot at the same time.  Meanwhile he
>began nuzzling Sylia's engorged clit, just to add to the excitement.
 

Tom:   Excitement? Here? Surely you jest!
Crow:  Not to be a worry-wart, but shouldn't they be out saving the city
from mad Boomers? I mean, it's their job!
 

>        "OH, YES!!" Sylia screamed, and the walls of her vagina
>clamped down onto Mackie's tongue. A flood of cum poured down her
>channel and into his waiting lips, where he licked up all he could,
>the overflow running over the corners of his mouth.
 

Mike:  Bleck! Stop that this instant!
 

>        "Oh! Ohh, yes, oh yes," Sylia moaned, coming off her high.
>"Now then," she said, pushing Mackie's face away, "is my breakfast
>ready?"
 

Tom:   No. Please, oh please, say no...
 

>        "You bet," Mackie grinned, wiping the remaining juices from
>his face and standing up.
 

Crow:  (as Mackie) Just let me go stick it into the microwave first...
 

>His own clothes had already vanished, and his erection stood proudly before
>Sylia.
 

Tom:   Whoa! When...?
Mike:  Continuity. The backbone of the fanfic.
 

>        "Hmmm, yes," Sylia grinned, kneeling before him, "thick
>stuffed sausage!  My favorite..."
 

Mike:  She's on a diet, Mackie, so it had better be fat free!
Crow:  Oh, don't worry. I have a feeling it's feather-weight, if you get my
meaning...
 

>Slowly, she licked the tip of Mackie's throbbing member, teasing his
>piss-slit.
 

Crow:  So, Mike... how do you figure anything we say at this point could be
more graphic than this lemon?
Mike:  ...
Tom:   We got 'im cornered, Crow!
 

>Slowly, she leaned forward, taking the head between her lips and beginning
>to suck on it.
 

Tom:   Think happy thoughts, Sylia!
 

>"Mmmmmmmm...." she moaned, smiling as she held him in her mouth.
>        "Ohhhhh, sis..." Mackie moaned, gently running his hands
>through her hair.  "You do that so well..."
 

Crow:  Yeah, she is good at moaning, isn't she?
 

>        "Hmmm..." Sylia smiled. Slowly, she began taking more of him
>into her mouth. Inch after inch descended into her mouth, slowly
>sliding down her throat, until her nose was nestled in Mackie's dark
>pubic thatch.
 

Mike:  Oh, *there's* a pleasant smell...
Tom:   I'd give her thirty seconds until she passes out...
 

>Slowly she rocked back and forth, face-fucking him.
 

Crow:  Those were the ones they cut out of the movie, 'Alien'.
Tom:   What's that, now?
Crow:  Face-fuckers!
Mike:  Don't stoop to their level.
Crow:  Sorry...
 

>        "mmmm... oh yeah, sis..." Mackie sighed.  "Oh, suck it...
>feels so good..." The readouts showed a concurrent jump in sperm
>production, as the dream-Sylia's sucking worked over his dick,
>bringing him close to another orgasm.
 

Mike:  So, they invented a multiple orgasmic man while I've been away?
Tom:   We've been up here too long...
 

>        Slowly, Sylia slid back and off Mackie's dick, sucking it as
>it slipped from her lips. The tip came out with a loud smack, and
>Sylia stroked it gently as she said, "Mackie... my pussy's hungry
>too... stick it in me!"
 

Crow:  (sighs) Yep, just another routine day at the Stingrays...
 

>        Mackie sat down in the chair Sylia had occupied, his prick
>jutting straight upward.  "Have a seat, sis," he grinned.
 

All:   (groan)
Tom:   Foul! Illegal pun, that should be a five page penalty!
Mike:  If only it worked that way...
 

>        Sylia stood up and crouched over Mackie's member. The tip slid
>up between her labia, and with a little adjustment she guided it into
>the hole.
 

Crow:  My God! She didn't adjust for the suction! HE'LL BE PULLED IN AND
SUFFOCATE!!!
Tom:   Oh, good, a happy ending.
 

>"Mmmm... yes!" she moaned, pressing down and back on it, as inch after inch
>parted her folds, stretched her wide. "Sooo big... oh, yeah, fuck me,
>Mackie! FUCK ME!"
 

Mike:  To recap-- (expletive deleted) me.
 

>        Needing no further encouragement, Mackie began to thrust
>upwards, driving himself deeper into Sylia's depths.  "Oh yeah, sis,
>it's so tight and hot.  This is great!"
 

Crow:  That's *your* opinion, dickweed.
Tom:   Incest, the Stingray way!
 

>        "Oh, Mackie!" Sylia moaned. Her hands rose up to rub her
>breasts as she pushed herself up and down in time with Mackie's
>thrusts. "Oh, shit! So good!" Her thrusts sped up, up and down, as she
>drove towards her climax.
 

Tom:   Sadly, she got caught in heavy traffic as she was driving there.
 

>        The friction sent electrical shocks up and down Mackie's spine
>as he sped up his own thrusting to keep time with Sylia.  With each
>second, the building tightness grew even more intense.  "Oh, god, sis,
>it's so hot... gonna come... gonna come hard..."
 

Mike:  Yep, there's no better way to spend your free time than reading a
transcript of your little brother's wet dreams!
Crow:  Jeez, get a life, Sylia!
 

>        "Yes!" Sylia gasped, pumping frantically. Suddenly, she
>screeched, "OOOHHHH!!!" and her pussy clamped down hard onto Mackie's
>prod. "COME! COME WITH ME!!!"
 

All:   You are Under Arrest!
 

>        As if on cue, Mackie suddenly crescendoed upward and latched
>onto Sylia tightly as he thrust himself deep inside her.  "OH GOD SIS
>I'M COMIIIINNNGG--"
>        <DREAM TERMINATED.>
 

Crow:  ... more like it was put out of its misery...
 

>        The next scene, Sylia noted, took place in the ready-room,
>where Sylia was standing, sipping a cup of tea, in a severely damaged
>softsuit, complete with revealing cuts and slashes.
 

Tom:   The latest fashions by Calvin Klein!
 

>However, the Sylia on the screen apparently had not been scratched by
>whatever had made the holes.  Shrugging, Sylia settled back to see what
>Mackie was doing.
 

Mike:  That's right, just smile and nod, Sylia...
 

>        Mackie emerged from his hiding place in the shadows.
 

Tom:   The *Mackius Dorkonii* is also know as the "peeping perv"...
 

>  Unseen, and with a predator's silence, he crept closer, his hands
>reaching out toward her.
 

Crow:  (as a zombie) More... braaaains!
 

>Just as Sylia seemed to be on the point of noticing, he
>sprang forward and latched onto her from behind.
 

Mike:  He *does* have a parasitic quality about him, I'll give him that...
 

>        "Who?" Sylia tried to break free, but for some reason she
>couldn't break Mackie's hug.
 

Tom:   (snicker) Right, the same girl who knocked geek-boy out with one
punch? Sure, sure...
 

>She looked behind her, finally recognizing her captor.
 

Mike:  ... and it was Oscar, ready to tamper with yet *another* anime
series.
Bots:  NO!!
 

>"Mackie!" she gasped.  "What are you doing?"
 

Tom:   Double dur-hey again, Sylia!
 

>        Mackie chuckled darkly.  "Standing there, dressed like that;
>I guess you just want it pretty bad."
 

Mike:  Yes, it's the dream of all women who are stacked like Sylia...
Tom:   ... to make it with their nerdy younger brother.
Crow:  (as Bill Cosby) Riiiiiiiight...
 

>  One of his hands found its way to her bosom, while the other began to
>hurry south for the winter.
 

Tom:   He's storing his nuts, then?
Mike:  (groans)
 

>       "Mackie!" Sylia squealed in protest as his hand began roughly
>handling her breast, while the other went straight to her crotch,
>rubbing her slit through the fabric of the softsuit.
 

Mike:  We shouldn't be so hasty. He could just be measuring her for a new
outfit...
 

>"...oh, Mackie, I shouldn't... can't..."  Her protests faded as her nipples
>began to harden, her vagina moisten.  She flushed visibly as she realized
>that no matter what her mind wanted, her body wanted Mackie.
 

Tom:   Remember, this is a lemon! Sylia doesn't possess a free will!
Crow:  Filmed in "Dream on, Hentai"-Vision!
 

>        "But you will," Mackie growled in her ear, his hands
>continuing their work as he pressed the hard lump in his pants up
>against Sylia's rear.  "This is what you really want."
 

All:   We don't!
 

>        Sylia whimpered, still struggling feebly against Mackie's
>advances.  She couldn't give in to her urges... no matter how much she
>wanted to...
 

Mike:  ... there's that incest thing and all... she really shouldn't...
 

>        "Come on, dear sister," Mackie purred, hooking a finger into
>one of the rends on Sylia's softsuit and pulling, making the rip even
>larger.  "You know you want it."
 

All:   *WE* don't!!
 

>       Sylia could no longer speak, just shake her head as Mackie's
>remaining hand kept rubbing her slit, pressing hard against the
>fabric.
 

Tom:   They just don't make softsuits like they used to anymore...
 

>Through a rend in the inner thigh of one suit leg, a tiny trickle of clear
>liquid appeared.
 

Crow:  She's sprung a leak!
Tom:   Well, at least we know she wasn't retaining water.
Mike:  (groans again)
 

>        "Enough games," Mackie snapped, and with lightning speed got a
>grip on one of the rends in the back of Sylia's suit, yanking hard.
 

Mike:  ... unwittingly giving her whiplash in the process.
 

>The fabric shredded apart, leaving her rear totally exposed.  In the
>next instant Mackie had freed his member from its own cloth prison,
>and without further ado, plunged in.
 

Tom:   Don't go chasing rabbits, Sylia...
Crow:  What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Tom:   Obscure reference. Let it pass.
 

>        "OH, MACKIE!" Sylia screamed, as Mackie's member plunged
>deeply into her body.  "Oh, yes, Mackie! I've always wished... uh! uh!
>Yeah! You're so good! So good!"
 

Mike:  So nice!
Crow:  (singing) Nahnanananananah!
 

>Sylia began to thrust back in time with Mackie's savage thrusts, forcing
>his prick in deeper and deeper as she reached up to maul her tits.
 

Mike:  Uh, Sylia? This is not the way I expected you to react...
Tom:   The Brain that Wouldn't Even Try...
 

>        "That's right, dear sister," Mackie growled as he pounded into
>her harder and faster.  "You want it bad, don't you?  Admit it!"
 

Tom:   (singing) There is love... in these mountains...
 

>        "YeSSSS!!" Sylia hissed, squirming on Mackie's prod. "Ream me!
>Tear me in two!
 

Crow:  She's lost it!
Mike:  The years of celibacy finally drove her over the edge...
 

>I want it ALL! UH! HARDER! YEAH!!" Sylia shook, and the trickle running
>down her legs grew thicker as she came.
 

Tom:   And then she went! Thank you!
 

>        "Yeah, come for me, baby!" Mackie shouted as he redoubled his
>efforts, pistoning into her with inhuman speed.  "You want me bad!!"
 

Mike:  Well... badly, anyway.
Crow:  It's the grammar, isn't Mike? Always with the grammar mistakes...
 

>        Sylia squealed and moaned loudly as she met Mackie stroke for
>stroke. She reached around and grabbed Mackie's ass, shoving him as
>deep as she possibly could. Her head rocked and bobbed as she gasped,
>"Mackie! Gonna cum again! OOOOOH!!!"
 

Crow:  Mackie's the new big man on campus...
Tom:   It's surprising he hasn't blown his--
Mike:  -- I do *not* want to hear it!!
 

>        Mackie started to tighten up, encouraged by the incredible
>slickness of Sylia's cunt.  "Oh yeah, gonna come.  You want that too,
>don't you?"
 

Mike:  Yeah, yeah, we've established that fact. Next scene, please...
 

>        "UUUUUHH!" Sylia moaned as more of her cum slid down her legs,
>coating Mackie's dick. "AAAAH! MORE! GODS! I FEEL SO GOOOD!!! OOOOH
>GOOOOOOD!!!"
 

Tom:   Wow! Six O's! Must of been *some* orgasm...
 

>        The waterfall of lubricant drove Mackie closer to the edge,
>and as he reached the peak he shoved himself deep into Sylia with
>all the force he could muster and cried out "OH YEAH!!!" as his
>cock exploded.
 

All:   YEEEEE-HAAAA!
Mike:  ... oh, wait... not literally...
Tom:   Still, it's a nice concept! Ka-boom!
 

>        "GAAAH! YESSS!" Sylia screamed as she came yet again. Her
>pussy contracted like a vise, and Mackie's cock slid out, spurting
>semen all over her.  Sylia smiled with rapture--
>        --and then the message <DREAM TERMINATED> flashed.
 

Crow:  Well, the dream's not really over, the computer just quit out of
disgust.
 

>        Sylia paused the playback and sat back in her chair,
>contemplating the three images she'd seen so far.
 

Tom:   (as Sylia) I should have punched him in the groin, not upside the
head...
 

>  The first one was a fairly standard fantasy, she decided,
 

Crow:  Is it, Mike? Is it *really*?
Mike:  (sweatdrops) Uh, no...
 

>a nice little item which had at least a snowball's chance in hell of
>actually happening.  The second, she reasoned, was a replay of the first,
>when Mackie's imagination got up the courage to follow through with the
>original fantasy.
 

Tom:   I mean, if you can't even score with your own sister, then who *can*
you score with?
Mike:  Really...
 

>        The third... Sylia felt disturbed by the third. Had it not been for
>the fantasy-Sylia's enthusiasm, it would have been an unqualified rape.
 

Mike:  (sarcastic) She deductioned that!
 

>  As it was, it was a fairly standard, albeit distasteful, replay of an all
>too common young male misconception that once a girl's getting fucked,
>she'll change her mind and want more.
 

Crow:  Is it Mike? Is it *really*?
Mike:  Hey, Crow, it's your only hope...
Tom:   Zing!
 

>        That wasn't disturbing;
 

Mike:   It's not, huh?
 

>the disturbing thing was that her mind kept returning uncontrollably to the
>scene, except with the roles reversed.  Something which, she knew, might
>just have to happen.
 

Tom:   She's going to do it! SHE'S GOING TO MAKE HERSELF A BANANA SPLIT!!
 

>        She loosened her clothing a bit to try and get rid of the
>building heat in her body; she didn't need her mind drifting right
>now.  Back to work.
 

All:   (singing) Working on a Stingray, going down, down, down...
 

>        The next section of the recording began playing.
 

Tom:   And now, the timeless pleasures of 'Tubular Bells'...
 

>  Sylia could hear dance music playing in the background as Mackie made his
>way up a stairwell and opened a door into an exercise room.
 

Crow:  Thrill, as he OPENS A DOOR!
Mike:  (laughs)
 

>  It looked quite a bit like the place where Linna worked out, and this
>hypothesis was quickly proven correct as Linna appeared in Mackie's field
>of view,
 

Mike:  She deductioned that, too...
 

>dressed in a thin, tight red leotard and doing some warmup exercises.
>        "Oh great, you're here!" she smiled as he walked in.
 

Tom:   (as Linna) Oh, wait, you're just Mackie...
Mike:  I don't even want to *know* who else she was expecting, thank you...
 

>        "Wouldn't miss it," Sylia heard Mackie say.
 

Crow:  (as Mackie) I like to include other people in my wet dreams, who
doesn't?
 

>        "Great," Linna smiled, doing a few more stretches.  "You like
>to watch, don't you?  I like it when people watch me."
 

Tom:   Great! We like to watch people watch you, too!
Mike:  Well, not *really*...
 

>        Now Sylia found a greater measure of concern creeping into her
>thoughts.  Just dealing with this privately and in secret had now
>become less of an option, because the other Sabers were definitely
>objects of his desire.  This could complicate things...
 

Crow:  But not as far as Overstreet and Mann are concerned!
 

>        "You know, Mackie," Linna went on.  "Being nice and limber is
>good for other things besides fighting Boomers.  You can do things
>like this, too."
 

Mike:  ... and then she twirled her head around in a complete circle.
Tom:   Whoa!
 

>  She leaned against the rail and, balancing on one leg, raised her other
>leg high in a vertical split.
 

Mike:  ... split right in two, she did.
Crow:  Neat!
 

>  The crotch of her leotard was not particularly successful in concealing
>what it was supposed to conceal, dark hairs peeking out from behind the
>fabric, which itself seemed rather threadbare, almost transparent.
 

Crow:  In a wet dream? C'mon!
 

>  "You like that?  Takes a lotta practice to do something like that; you
>have to work out *all the time*."
 

Tom:   Uh, huh...
Crow:  Can *you* do something like that, Servo?
Tom:   Crow, I don't have any *legs*!
Crow:  Don't be so judgmental, then.
 

>        Linna dropped her leg and picked up a chest-expander and began
>stretching and releasing it, springs uncoiling, leotard tightning. "Of
>course, when you work out as hard as I do..." Stretch.  "These nice,
>tight leotards..."  Stretch.  "Can give out on a body."  Her next, and
>strongest, stretch was punctuated by a loud *RIP* as the front of her
>leotard split open.
 

Crow:  SHWING!
Mike:  Easy, boy.
 

>        "Oops.  Hate when that happens. Usually," she added with a
>wink, doing a few more stretches.
 

Crow:  I don't! Do it again and again!
 

>  The fabric promptly fell away and allowed her firm, shapely breasts >to
>bounce free.
 

Tom:   Sproing! Boingy, boingy, boingy!
Mike:  (sighs)
 

>"Nice, huh?" she said, dropping the expander and cupping them in her hands.
>"Anything else you'd like to see?"
 

Mike:  Uh, no thank you. That's quite enough...
Bots:  Aw! C'mon, Mike!
Mike:  Guys, who sent us this lemon?
Crow:  Mrs. Forrester.
Mike:  And does she like us or loathe us?
Tom:   She hates our guts... Oh, yeah...
Bots:  PUT IT BACK ON! PUT IT *ALL* BACK ON!!
 

>        "How 'bout that nice tight rear of yours?" Mackie asked.
>According to the instrumentation, he was grinning.
 

Tom:   Well, leering, anyway...
 

>        "Sure!" Linna giggled and turned around, bending over to touch
>her toes and offering an excellent view of her firm, perfectly-toned
>behind. "How's this?"
 

Crow:  Buns of Appeal, starring Linna!
 

>        "Nice," Mackie said.
>        Sylia found herself agreeing and quickly shook her head.  She
>had to remain impartial, objective...
 

Mike:  (as a Borg) SEX IS IRRELEVANT. LOVE IS IRRELEVANT. BUT STILL, YOU
WILL BE VERY TURNED ON...
Tom:   Cute, Mike.
 

>        Linna had started doing some more toe-touching exercises when
>suddenly another loud ripping sound cut through the room, and the seat
>of her leotard split open, making Mackie's excellent view of her ass
>even more excellent.
 

Tom:   Oh, Linna has a donkey in her workout room, too?
Crow:  Only when she gets lonely!
Mike:  Crow!
 

>        "Oh, pooh," she complained half-heartedly, standing back up
>and turning around, hands on hips.
 

Crow:  Christopher Robin? No, just silly ol' Pooh...
 

>  "I can't work out in cheap crap like this now, can I?"  Without another
>word, she got a firm grip on the two loose flaps of fabric which had been
>created by the first rend in her clothes, and pulled.
 

Mike:  ... and now she's just *cheap*!
Tom:   Score another one for Nelson!
 

>  The sound of shredding leotard filled the room -- and caused an
>involuntary shiver in Sylia
 

Crow:  ... but only because she had a--
Mike:  *DON'T* say it!!
Crow:  Let's just say she has an uncanny resemblance to Oscar.
Tom:   (shudders)
 

>-- as Linna ripped the flimsy outfit away, casting the tattered remains
>aside, leaving her in her birthday suit.
 

Tom:   Happy Birthday, Linna!
Mike:  ... she dressed down for the occasion, I see...
 

>        "Man..." Linna sighed, as though that had taken all the life
>out of her.  "You get so hot, stuck in those tight workout suits.
>Feels so good to just let it all hang out..."
 

Bots:  (singing) After midnight, after midnight...
 

>  So saying, she plopped down on the floor and spread her legs wide open.
>Her glistening, aroused sex was easily spotted.
 

Mike:  (singing) She's gonna give an exhibition...
Bots:  (singing) After midnight, after midnight...
 

>        "Like what you see?" Linna purred, tracing the length of her
>labia with a finger.  "It likes you.  I'll bet you'd just like to give
>it a kiss.  Here, let me do it for you."
 

Tom:   Whoa!
Crow:  Neat!
 

>        She proceeded to double over and, in the ultimate expression
>of human flexibility, do just that.
 

Mike:  It's the Incredible Bendable Linna!
Tom:   ... brought to you by Mattel...
 

>  Sylia just stared in frozen fascination as Linna gave herself a good
>licking, and she couldn't help but wonder if the real Linna could do
>something like that.
 

Tom:   She could, if she was a dog!
 

>        "Mmmm..." Linna licked her lips as she uncurled.
 

Crow:  Which ones?
Mike:  Crow...
Tom:   Well, that *is* a legitimate question, like he said...
 

>"Never knew I could do that, did you?"  Sylia felt as though she were
>actually talking to her, even though this wasn't true.  "Come here, let me
>show you what else I can do."
 

Mike:  (as Linna) I can bend my thumb back, see? I'm double jointed!
 

>        Sylia unconsciously shifted closer to the monitor as the view
>shifted and Mackie drew closer to Linna, sitting right next to her.
 

Mike:  In fact, sitting right *inside* her...
All:   TOGG!!
 

>The parts of his body that were visible indicated that his clothing
>had disappeared at some point.
 

Crow:  It just *melted* right off his oily body!
Mike:  Oh, yuck! Ick!
 

>        "Ooh, who's your little friend?" Linna asked coyly, reaching
>down to the erect slab of love muscle between Mackie's legs which was
>anything but little.
 

Tom:   ... but sadly, they are referring to his spincter muscle.
Crow:  Oh, that's just plain *nasty*!
 

>  It twitched as she touched it with her hand, and the sensor net reported
>a small electrical jolt up Mackie's spine, though Sylia was too distracted
>to note that.
 

Crow:  Good thing the narration did, I might of cared...
 

>        "It likes me, doesn't it?  You think they'd like each other?"
>Linna purred, obviously referring to *her* sopping wet little friend.
 

Mike:  Somehow, the term 'sopping' has a way of turning me off...
 

>Before he had any time to answer Linna had levered herself up,
 

Tom:   Alley-oop!
 

>and as she sat in his lap his manhood slipped effortlessly into Linna's
>slick tunnel.  "Oh yeah..." she cooed softly.  "They like each other a
>lot."
 

Mike:  (as Linna) ... in fact, they both want you to GET LOST!
Tom:   (snickers)
 

>        Since the visual consisted mostly of Linna's face now, the
>sensor net became a more important register of data, and it indicated
>that Linna had now encircled Mackie with her arms, and done the same
>with her legs,
 

Crow:  She encircled her arms with her legs? She really *is* limber!
 

>holding them together and keeping his tool firmly embedded in its soft
>prison.
 

Tom:   Don't drop the soap, Mackie!
Mike:  Yikes.
 

>"You know," she husked in a half-whisper.  "When you're as athletic as I
>am, you can control every single muscle in your body.  And you know what
>that means?"
 

Mike:  The stock market will continue to prosper?
Tom:   'Larry Mann' spelled backwards is 'Nnam Yrral'?
Crow:  No soup for you?
 

>        "No... what...?"  It was Mackie who had asked the question,
>but Sylia had asked as well.
>        "It means that I can make you feel something you've never felt
>before."
 

Tom:   Yes, a *new* kind of pain, friend Mackie...
 

>        Again, what happened next was not visible onscreen, but the
>sensor nets spelled it out well enough:
 

Crow:  Sure, if you *say* so...
 

>Linna locked her arms and legs tightly around Mackie, driving him deep into
>her nether reaches.
 

Mike:  (as the Gesture Professor) Down, down, deep into the hole...
 

>  And then his rod was suddenly seized in a hot, fleshy vise as every
>single muscle in Linna's athletic cunt clamped down on it like there was no
>tomorrow.  Then Linna brought her face close, and whispered hungrily
>against his lips.
 

Crow:  Which ones?
Mike:  CROW!!
Crow:  Oh wait, forget I said that, heh.
 

>"Come."
 

Tom:   No, go away!
Mike:  ... or SSSTTTAAAYYY!
Crow:  (laughs)
 

>        That was apparently all the encouragement he needed, for the
>readings all abruptly crescendoed and spiked off the scales, and then
>the monitors went black with the same <DREAM TERMINATED> message.
 

Mike:  The computer's on our side, guys.
Tom:   Maybe the computer's friends with Magic Voice?
Mike:  We'll have to ask her...
 

>        Sylia didn't have time to think too deeply about what she'd
>just seen,
 

Crow:  ... which goes without saying, really.
 

>for another dream immediately rolled in for analysis.
 

Tom:   (singing) Rollin', rollin', rollin'...
Mike:  (singing) Keep those perv thoughts flowin'! Get it up!
Bots:  Get it up...
Mike:  Move about!
Bots:  Move about...
All:   Ahhhhh, ahhhhh... STINGRAY-HIDE!!
 

>Though 'analysis' was becoming a less appropriate word as Sylia spent
>more time just sitting there and watching the neurophage-enhanced
>innermost fantasies of her brother play themselves out before her
>eyes.
 

Crow:  And, she immediately becomes a lesbian...
Mike:  Hey, don't give away the plot.
Tom:   You read ahead? For shame!
Mike:  No, it's pretty predicable, actually.
 

>  She'd always known he had a powerful sex drive, but who would
>have known he had this kind of raw passion backing it up?
 

Mike:  ... and with the staying power of a fuel-injected funnycar, yet.
 

>It reminded her of her own private lusts, which nowadays were kept so
>tightly bottled up, and now were interested in getting out again...
 

Crow:  And we all know where *those* have been kept in!
Mike:  No, we don't.
Crow:  Sure we do, up her...
Mike:  NO, WE DON'T!!
 

>        This scene was a brighter one, with pleasant light pouring in
>through many open windows of a room Mackie had apparently just walked
>into.
 

Tom:   BONK!
Mike:  (as Mackie) Ouch!
 

>The small body and fiery red hair of the other person were
>easily recognizable, even before she turned around.
 

Crow:  A-ko?
Tom:   Polly Ester?
Mike:  Washu?
Crow:  Mike, I just felt a twinge of ironic foreshadowing.
Mike:  Yeah, me too...
 

>  In this fantasy,
 

Mike:  Also know as, 'if Al Gore won the election'...
 

>Nene started out wearing nothing, and the sensor net reported an
>increase in Mackie's arousal as Nene walked up to him, allowing him
>to caress her cheek with one hand, and her breast with the other.
 

Tom:   Friendly, aren't they...
Mike:  It's a lemon, Tom. Accept it.
 

>        Still with that cheerful yet hungry expression, she sank to
>her knees, and Mackie's view followed her as her hands tracked softly
>down the sides of his body, until they came to rest on his fully erect
>member.
 

Crow:  She doesn't need both hands! Just her thumb and her forefinger will
do!
Tom:   Small penile jokes are in bad taste? Nah...
 

>  Making a small sound of approval, Nene began to run her lips
>along the length of his shaft, kissing it from head to root, slowly
>moistening it as her tongue darted out to trace its length, or tickle
>the head with a few small flicks.
 

Crow:  She, in fact, 'flickered it and lickered it'.
Tom:   No time for *Games*, Crow...
Mike:  Could you at least let *me* on that little joke?
Crow:  Nope, 'fraid not...
 

>  Now and again, she would open her mouth and capture the cockhead between
>her lips for a moment or two, suckling on it quietly, occasionally drawing
>it deeper into her mouth for a moment before releasing it again and
>returning to her tiny licks and kisses.
 

Tom:   Butterfly kisses?
Mike:  (dangerously) Take that back this *instant*.
Tom:   Sorry...
 

>        Sylia was, by now, far too distracted to observe what the
>sensor net was telling her.
 

Crow:  ... that Mackie was about to BLOW!
Mike:  Crow...
Crow:  I meant his skull or something, Mike. Give me a *little* credit...
 

>  Her eyes were locked on the sight of Nene fellating Mackie, her breath
>catching everytime the head of her brother's manhood disappeared between
>Nene's succulent lips for that one intense moment,
 

Tom:   ... so she reacted in a perfectly natural way, and tossed her
cookies.
 

>and she was becoming increasingly aware of the growing fire in her loins.
 

Mike:  She's a regular old Six-Alarm Stingray, isn't she?
Crow:  (snickers) Yep!
 

>        God, how long had it been since *she'd* had something like this...?
 

Crow:  Long enough so you're actually *getting off* on your little brother's
wet dreams.
Tom:   Sad, really...
 

>        The monitors reported an increase in tension as Nene rested
>her hands on her knees and let her mouth do all the work as she
>continued to suck and tongue Mackie, in no hurry to finish her work.
 

Tom:   ... which, as previously stated, was being accomplished by her mouth.
Mike:  I'm starting to think we're getting way too cynical as time goes
on...
Crow:  You *would* think that, Mike.
 

>The moaning sounds from Mackie indicated that he wouldn't be able
>to hold back much longer under this kind of ministration, and indeed
>his erection seemed to be swelling up even more.  Nene paid no heed
>to this development, continuing to kiss and suckle him quietly.
 

Mike:  Is anyone else finding this deeply upsetting?
Crow:  Oh *yeah*...
Mike:  Just checking...
 

>        She had just released the head from her mouth and was tracing
>the length of his cock again when the spike finally hit.  The head got
>larger and a solid stream of come began spewing out in an unceasing,
>high speed jet.
 

Tom:   And he keeps coming, and coming, and *coming* and *COMING*...
 

>  Nene seemed to pay it no mind other than closing her eyes, continuing to
>kiss gently as her face and hair were quickly drenched in a thick layer of
>jism which showed no signs of slowing down and began to coat her body as
>well.
 

Bots:  EWWW!
Mike:  (as Nene) But, it's not my color!
Bots:  EWWW!
 

>        Then she pulled back just a bit and opened her mouth to admit
>the salty white stream, letting it fill her mouth halfway before she
>leaned forward once more, capturing the spurting beast in her mouth,
>sucking more strongly and starting to swallow--
 

Mike:  Massive clean up job she's got ahead of her!
 

>        That was when the instruments went off the scale and the image
>abruptly cut out.  All that remained was that same emotionless <DREAM
>TERMINATED> message.
 

Crow:  Yet another reason why we *shouldn't* rage against the machine...
 

>        For the longest time, Sylia just stared at the blanked-out
>monitor, her breath short, her mouth watering, and her crotch burning.
 

Tom:   The horrors of syphilis...
Crow:  Ugh!
 

>How long had it been since she'd had a man?
 

Mike:  I don't know...
 

>  How long had it been since she'd had that kind of passion in her life?
 

Mike:  ... I could care less...
 

>        How long before she could have it again?
 

Mike:  ... please leave us alone.
 

>        The next thing she remembered doing with any clarity was
>hitting the fast-forward key.  There was certainly more.  There had
>to be.
 

Mike:  Oh, there *will* be...
Crow:  ... there's *always* a little more!
 

>        She needed it.  Bad.
 

Tom:   She's really and truly lost it, then.
Mike:  No, she hasn't.
Crow:  Let's put her out of her misery!
Mike:  No, let's not!
 

>        The next segment began in near darkness, with light pouring in
>through several slits- Sylia recognized it as the view from the inside
>of her closet.
 

Tom:   Whoa. She knows what the view is from inside her own *closet*?
Crow:  Yeah, she hides in there with the hope that she might catch a glimpse
of herself undressing...
Mike:  She's a little funny that way!
 

>The viewpoint zoomed in on one slit, through which could be seen herself
>and Priss, totally naked and feeling each other up frantically.
 

Mike:  We take you now to Perv-Cam...
Crow:  Told you, she'd turn lez, Servo. Pay up!
Tom:   Fine, but if you want it right now, I'll have to pay in french
vanilla pudding...
Crow:  I can live with that arrangement!
 

>        "Oooh... Sylia..." Priss moaned.  "My tits are so hot...
>please... kiss them..."
 

Crow:  (as Sylia) I *told* you that the candle wax would be hot!
 

>        Sylia obligingly bent down to suck one nipple, while her hand
>began massaging Priss's other breast.  "Oh yes, Sweetling, you *are*
>hot, aren't you?"
 

Mike:  And they say Spanish Fly is deadly poison!
Tom:   Actually, Mike, it is...
Crow:  And, how would *you* know?
Tom:   (bigsweats) Uh...
 

>        "Oh, yeah," Priss moaned as Sylia sucked her teat, "suck it...
>mmmm..." Her hands wandered down to Sylia's impressive chest, running
>her hands across her cantalopes.
 

Mike:  Reminds me of Romeo and Juliet, you know, the ones who 'cantaloupe'?
Crow:  Damn you, Nelson...
Tom:   *Damn* you!
Mike:  Heh, heh, heh!
 

>        "Mm, so good," Sylia purred, as her hand migrated away from
>the singer's chest and down to her crotch.
 

Tom:   ... and she's not stopping for any traffic lights, either!
 

>  Priss moaned and rocked slowly back and forth as Sylia's hands began
>rubbing gently at her slit. She began kneading Sylia's breasts harder,
>rubbing her palms roughly across her erect nipples.
 

Crow:  That's the trouble with lesbian scenes, you never know what's going
on!
Mike:  I consider that a blessing, actually.
 

>        "Ooh, that's so nice, Sweetling," Sylia sighed, rubbing more
>firmly.  "I bet you'd like to have something in your pussy right now.
>Isn't that right?"
 

Mike:  No, it's not all right! Leave the damn cat *alone*, you sickos!
 

>        "Oh, yeeeeah," Priss moaned, eyes glazing with desire. "Give
>it to me... oh, yeah..." She began rocking against Sylia's hand,
>coating it with her juices.
 

All:   (sighing)
Tom:   Still, this beats 'Hang on, Batty'...
Crow:  Oh, that goes without saying!
 

>        Sylia slid her fingers into Priss's sopping cunt, thrusting
>slowly in and out.
 

Crow:  (winces) There's that word 'sopping', again!
 

>  She withdrew her hand and licked the juices off.
 

All:   (singing) Another season, another reason, for making--
Crow:  -- Gravy!
Mike:  CROW!!
 

>"Mmm, you know, I bet what you'd really like is a nice hard cock to
>fill up that pussy.  What do you think about that, Sweetling?"
 

Tom:   She doesn't think. She's not *paid* to think...
 

>        Priss smiled lustily at Sylia. "That'd be great. But where are
>you going to get a cock from, hmm?"
 

Mike:  (as Sylia) From concentrate.
Tom:   Cue the rimshot!
Crow:  Ba-dum-dum, ching!
 

>        A sly grin crossed Sylia's face.  "Oh, I think there might be
>one in my closet somewhere.  Let's go check."
>        "Sure."
 

All:   (laugh)
Mike:  Parts: the BGC Horror!
Crow:  Sure!
 

>        Together, the two horny women walked over to the closet.
 

Crow:  Be amazed, as they WALK!
Tom:   (singing) So happy, together... Bum, bum, bum, bum...
 

>  The view zoomed back into the darkness, only to be totally illuminated a
>moment later when the doors slid open, silhouetting two magnificent bodies.
 

Tom:   Oh, and Sylia and Priss, too...
Crow:  Ba-dum-dum, ching!
 

>        "See?" Sylia said with a smile.  "I told you we'd find one in
>here. What do you think, Sweetling?"
 

Crow:  (as Sylia) Sorry, I seem to be fresh out of cock. Would you settle
for a dickweed, instead?
Mike:  Zing!
 

>        Priss glanced down, and the viewpoint followed her glance,
>looking down at the proud phallus sticking up from Mackie's crotch.
 

Mike:  (singing) Beautiful dreamer, la, la, la, la...
 

>"I'll take it!" Priss smiled, and she gently grasped the shaft and
>began stroking as she led Mackie to the bed.
 

Tom:   Aw, it's a size too small. Too bad, Priss!
Mike:  She'll have to exchange it...
 

>        "Mm, look how hard and thick he is," Sylia purred, pressing
>herself against Mackie's back.
 

Mike:  (as Sylia) His skull, I mean...
 

>"So, Mackie," she purred.  "Would you like to fuck Sweetling?"
>
>   "You bet," Mackie answered.
 

Crow:  Man of few words, there...
Mike:  ... and of few brains.
 

>        Priss leaned over the bed, presenting her ass to him.
>Spreading her labia, she cooed, "Come on, stud. Fuck me hard. Fuck me
>till I blow apart!"
 

Tom:   (as Scotty) Are ye daft, man?! At that speed she'll blow apart!
Mike:  (as Kirk) KH-AAAA-NNN!!!
Crow:  Damn you again, Nelson...
 

>        "Oh yeah..." Mackie grinned, and promptly pushed himself into
>Priss's burning depths.
 

Mike:  Going straight to *hell*, then...
Tom:   ... do not pass go, do not collect $200.
 

>        Priss moaned loudly as Mackie's dick began moving in and out
>of her hot flesh. "Oh, yeah, stud," she moaned, "if I only knew how
>good you were... hmmm... I'd have jumped you the first day we met!"
 

Crow:  Sure!
 

>        "Oh man, you're really hot, Priss!" Mackie gasped as he picked
>up the pace, kneading her asscheeks with his hands. "Damn, you're so
>great!"
 

Mike:  (laughs) Man, he is *so* good with words...
Tom:   He puts the 'stud' in stud!
 

>        "No, stud," Priss moaned, rocking on the bed, matching his
>pace, "you're great! You're the best! AHHH!  You feel that heat, stud?
>You feel all that wetness around you?  That's all because of you,
>stud. Fuck, you make me so hot!"
 

Mike:  (laughs) *She's* good with words, too!
 

>        "Mm, you think it's hot now, Sweetling," Sylia purred, still
>rubbing herself against Mackie's back.  "Just wait until he fills you
>full of his thick, creamy cum.  Would you like that, Sweetling?"
 

Tom:   (as Sylia) Oh, and would you like to bear his child, too?
Crow:  Whoopsie! They forgot the whole damn 'reproductive' thing...
 

>        "Oh, YES! YES!" Priss screamed.  Her pussy began clenching
>around Mackie's rod, juices flowing down from her tight pussy as she
>squirmed wildly beneath him.
 

Mike:  What a lousy remake of 'The Devil in Miss Jones'...
Crow:  Mike?
Mike:  (bigsweats) ... or so I heard, heh.
 

>  "Oh, yeah, stud! You're making me CUM! C'mon and fill me! Dump your load
>inside me! YEAH! FUCK ME! YEEEAAAAHHH!!"
 

Crow:  Aren't these the lyrics to a Snoop Doggy Dogg song?
Tom:   Yeah, but you have to play it backwards...
Mike:  (looks at Servo) Tom?
Tom:   (bigsweats) ... or so that article in TIME said... heh.
 

>        "You hear that, stud?" Sylia hissed in Mackie's ear.  "She
>wants it bad.  Come on, stud, shoot that hot, thick cum in her tight
>pussy! Now!"
 

Mike:  The SPCA shall hear of this, madam!
Crow:  That cat's dignity shall be avenged!
 

>        Mackie's groaning became louder, and all his muscles tensed up
>and spiked as he blasted into Priss like a firehose.  "YEEEEAAAH!"
>Priss screeched, rearing up and twisting her breasts as Mackie fired
>load after load into--
 

Tom:   ... her ruined acting career.
Crow:  Didn't we use that gag already?
Mike:  Yes, but it still rings true.
 

>        <<END OF RECORDING.>>
 

Crow:  ... and our eternal gratitude goes out to the computer, once again!
Yes!
Tom:   We must write a nice thank-you note to the Knight Saber's multimedia
center.
Mike:  I'll remember that... (picks up Tom)
(they exit)
 

[End Part 2, Roll Part 3]