*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* This author has a new email address as of November 1998 Please contact Idalia at this address Thank You *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Date Sun, 28 Apr 1996 220217 EDT From MS IDALIA K TAMBIEN Subject Nick Lightyear of the 23 1/2 Century Nick Lightyear of the 23 1/2 Century as hallucinated by Idalia Kakesako Nicholas B. Knight was trapped. Little, green, three-eyed monsters surrounded him. "You've got to help me," the former Monsieur de Brabant said. "We cannot help you," one voice said. "You must be chosen," said another. "He's not worthy," said a third. More voices joined in response, adding to the cacophony. "What?" Nick asked, clearly confused. "You must ask our leader," said one. "Yes, yes," said another. "Our leader," echoed the rest. "Who is your leader?" Nick asked, spinning around. These green creatures all looked identical. He couldn't spot one who appeared to be in authority. "LaCroix," they said, pointing heavenward. Nick looked up, expecting to see his vampire master's smirking countenance. All he saw was a three-pronged, metal thing suspended from the ceiling. "LaCroix?" he asked. "Where?" "Yes. LaCroix," they murmured. "Umm, your leader is LaCroix?" Nick asked. "LaCroix?" they repeated. "No. LaCroix." Nick rolled his eyes. "*Where* is your leader?" Hundreds of little green hands pointed upwards. "I don't see anything," said Nick. "There is our leader," said one. "Yes, there," said another. "Our leader is there," said a third. Nick noticed the metal thing was beginning to descend. A collective sigh rose among the green creatures. "You have been chosen," said one. "He has been chosen," echoed other voices. "By our leader," said another. "Ooh," they all said, nodding and jumping in excitement. "You have been chosen by . . . the Claw!" The metal prongs grabbed Nick and yanked him up toward the light. "Wait!" he screamed, thrashing. "I'm not ready to go yet! Wait!" Nick felt himself fall on a hard surface. He opened his eyes and discovered that he was sprawled on the floor of his loft in Toronto. . . . He was trapped in a pizza joint's toy machine. Nick thought as he ripped the *Toy Story* video out of his VCR. THE END * * * * I have a giant poster of those Toy Story aliens gracing my wall. Beneath their benign, happy exteriors lies something evil. ;) Maybe LC is really their leader after all. Or maybe Tracy is.... Bwahahahaha!! Virtual laughter or rotten fruit may be directed to