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by Alucroas on Tue Aug 12, 2008 6:35 am
Thomas heard Johnson's generous offer and grumbled underneath his breath, can't he ever come up with something interesting to do, besides see who can stay sober the longest? He was more interested in that obscure "whale" thing that Johnson had described; running into a big bad beast of unknown origins had been known to brew up some paranoid thought-patterns after all. He got up out of his spot on the couch and took a relieving stretch coupled with a long-winded yawn and proceeded out of the room and down the hallway, gesturing over to Johnson who lazily followed behind. "So you comin' tonight or what, Tom?" Johnson said somewhat impatiently, "I got other things on my mind. Like washing all this blood off my face, so Jessica doesn't get too worried when I see her at lunch."
"You only got cut up... why would she worry about that?"
"We're talking about someone who's in-love with fixing people, Johnson."
"Yeah, so what?"
"So, I'm saying she'll take me to the emergency room every time I so much as sneeze."
The whole conversation had been going on as Thomas and Johnson made their way over to the front of the building where he placed his overcoat on one of the hangers mounted on the walls. "I s'pose I see what you mean now. I could only imagine what would happen to my face if I let one of these nerds near me with their mutation-inducing concoctions." Thomas suppressed a laugh and continued on with Johnson down the hallway and back towards the lounge, "You know what I could really use right now?" "What's that, Tom?" For about twenty seconds both cops were staring at their reflections - idly trailing their fingers up and down a pane of glass that cut them off from an assortment of snacks and beverages, "You and your sweets.." "You and your beer..." A brief chuckle was shared between the two, and Thomas inserted a two one dollar bills in; he purchased a Dr.Pepper, a Twix, and a Butterfingers then stuffing each in his pockets.
"C'mon, Tom, let's go back and watch some television."
"Hold that thought, Johnson."
"Now what!?"
The two of them proceeded westward towards the back of the building, Johnson continuing to produce more snide remarks about the scientists as the foul stench of chemical mixtures and marine-life autopsy reports were being studied and filed into cabinets for future evaluation. After about forty seconds of walking, they came to a small white staircase layered in a light-gray padding - should some idiot happen to drop a turtle on its backside and by some miracle end up cracking the ridiculously hard shell ..at least they had some type of safety-measures set in place here.
"Hey, Tom, did I ever tell you about that time when some of the divers here were trying to drag a Squid up the stairs?"
"No...and I can't imagine why you'd be so interested in this stuff all of a sudden."
"Shut up and listen. So I'm walking down this same hallway over here, and they're tugging on its head as hard as they can, seeing as how the suction-cups are like...WOAH in the way they suck."
No doubt that when Thomas heard the "WOAH" part of his story and "way they suck." there were some naughty thoughts brewing up in his mind. Jessica and Thomas at disney land doing God-knows-what in the Tea-cup Merry Go-round, followed by the lassy comment he made to his dog Benny back at home while they were showering together. "Mmm... thath's so daumn.. gooud..." Johnson couldn't help but stare in bewilderment, wide-eyed and everything. First Tom's rambling over the phone about some monster running around killing dear, now this? *TSH!* Was the sound that echoed through the hallway followed by an audible pop as Thomas opened up his Dr.Pepper and began guzzling it down.
"Hey! Stop sucking on that damn Twix like it's a popsicle and listen to my story!"
"Faun, Ah'm listenin', Jofson."
"So they're dragging him up the stairs, right."
"Yah, aund, hurry up already. Thif stuff ith like ecsasy to me, Jofson."
"If you'd stop pretending to be Jessica giving you a blow-job with that Twix acting as your fucking penis, then maybe, just MAYBE I'd be able to tell it to you already. Jesus Christ, man. ..Anyway! It's suction cups get stuck on the gray-padding and next thing you know, it starts SPEWING INK OUT THE GODDAMN A-HOLE."
The loud burst that came out of Johnson's mouth carried enough cacophony to travel straight down the non-sound-proof hallways, back to where Jack and Alan were at, and even into the basement where the scientists kept local sea-life in cold-storage. Not to mention the high oxygen content just oh-so amplified it to the point that a few fish jumped up out of the water, landed on the floor and suffocated to death; truly a disturbing story.. "But that's not all that happened, Tom. I was there when it happened, and the ink hit the floor just as I was starting to walk down the stairs. At first I thought I was in a nightmare, you know, and those scoobadivers made me think I was trapped in the black-lagoon since they were all covered in sea-weed and shit." "And you said I was crazy, Johnson." Said Thomas having finally swallowed the first half of his Twix.
"But that's not all, Tom. Before I knew it, I was unloading a clip into that thing. There was BLOOD AND SHIT EVERYWHERE!"
"I'm starting to think you may need to see a doctor, Johnson. First you're talking about space-whales getting attacked by Mars, and now launching assaults on squids."
"Anyway the fucker died, and I got to laugh as the other nerds cried their eyes out at the loss of their beloved slime-ball."
Now that Johnson's shenanigans were through with, they could finally continue down that extremely small flight of stairs and walk out through the emergency-exit that thankfully didn't work, saving the various employees a load of trouble from their now-disturbed mind-states. Thomas couldn't help but stare in complete awe at the unusually eerie weather outside; the sun - blotted out by a massive cloud that produced quite the thick fog, settling over an oddly mirror-like surface of that vast ocean. It was almost as if the water had been transformed into liquid-metal, and it was damn nerve-racking - especially when he saw Johnson's expression.
"Is it just me, or did we get transported to fucking Dimension-X?"
"You got me, Johnson. Reminds of that movie The Mist..except without the forest and an ocean..of metal."
"I swear..if I get attacked by a giant fucking bug with pincers... that bites me in half..I'm going to punch Jesus right face."
Thomas took another guzzle of his Dr.Pepper and shoved the second stick to his Twix in his mouth and began chewing very slowly as he noticed some bubbles coming up to the surface. The bubbles appeared were inflating in a semi-viscous manner, then sluggishly overlapping one another... and collapsing.. almost like molten rock..? Thought Thomas to himself, utterly bewildered by how the situation had shifted from comedic transparency to a mind-boggling shift in weather.. "Global warming... it's a bitch, ain't it, Tom." "This is not Global Warming, Johnson... ..I have to find Benny." Thomas began clapping his hands together, while whistling simultaneously for Benny to return to him. He was getting worried, as thoughts of that beast he had seen earlier began to pervade his mind; those sparkly shards of glass plummeting into his face; that ear-splitting shriek that ravaged his mind until the inevitable crescendo was delayed by the loud barks of Benny emerging from the depths of the ocean before them.
"Phew...that was close." Thomas said with relief before placing a hand on Johnson's shoulder and shaking him lightly, before laughing rather nervously to himself at the next sound he heard. A dark obscure figure began to make its presence known. There were four square-shaped objects reflecting the light that the clouds had absorbed in a translucent beam that nearly blinded both Thomas and Johnson..
"I told you Mars was going to attack Free Willy, Tom. But no, you sure as shit didn't listen to what I had to say."
"Just shut the hell up okay. You didn't listen to me when I told you I ran into a massive beast.."
Both of them were distraught from Benny for lack of a better word; the blackness that the figure seemed to be enveloped by was hard to make out partially because there was a third-light right in the center, much larger than the rest and very circular in its shape. At first Thomas thought he was about ready to be confronted by that beast again, however, it seemed that reality decided to give Thomas a break this time around, and he felt damn relieved when he got the news.
You guessed it again.
Just two scoobadivers attempting to make their way back to shore through the heavy fog that had accumulated in the skies, and was now lingering just a few feet above the water's edge. Thomas gave a sigh of relief and waved to the men, figuring that he might as well try to be at least somewhat helpful, providing them with a decent spot to park the boat, should there happen to be a few jagged rocks threatening to sink their boat.
Once they made it onto shore, the two of them removed their face masks and gave Thomas a friendly smile. "Thanks for the assistance, man." "Anytime, besides I figured with this fog and the irregularity of the weather that something had to be up." "I heard that. Looks like we're settled in fucking Dimension-X." "He's got the right idea, Tom. You could learn a thing or two from him." Replied Johnson in jest to the light chit-chat that the two were making.
"So what'cha got there?" Asked Thomas curiously, eyeing their container that was sitting in a corner.
"Those are rock samples that Daniel Alam has asked us to retrieve for him. Apparently, the guy thinks that they can mess with the weather given a specific radius, hold certain types of energy and even expand their mass by absorbing other minerals that they come into contact with."
"Sounds like somebody's been watching too much damn Anime..again." Johnson replied with a smug look on his face, evidently unrelenting in his quest to insult every scientist in whatever way he could. Johnson truly was something else.
"Say, would you guys mind helping us lug some of this stuff into Daniel's office for us."
"Yeah, I don't mind at all. I wouldn't be the Lieutenant of Monterey, California if I just sat on my ass and ate these candy bars all day."
"But it sure would be damn fun." Johnson replied once more, his smug expression growing ever wider, and even more cocky.
Thomas smiled cheerfully and took a brief few minutes to greet Benny who had been jumping up and down, clearly overjoyed to see his master return to him.
"Impressive German Shepherd you got there, bud. Looks like he's in great shape."
"Yeah, I know. He'd probably have an easier time trying to decipher what the hell those rocks are anyway."
"All Dan has told us about these rocks is that they have these strange diamonds or crystal shards embedded along their surfaces."
"Sounds like you could make a lot of money off it." Replied Johnson.
"Yeah, but imagine how much money you could make if you sold it to the military. Imagine having a crystal that can literally absorb energy, hell even disperse it outwards! You could create some pretty wicked explosions with that kind of technology if it were to ever become weaponized." Replied the diver.
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Startlingly clear yet crackled voices echoed throughout his mind as he honed in on the electrical signals that were traveling through the air only to be intercepted by his sapphire lense, and channeled into his internal ears for interpretation. As his sapphiric eye focused in on his targets, the lightning formed bodies of Thomas, Johnson, and the two scoobadivers sparked with their every movements; the sound waves were becoming more monotone in the way they entered his brain.. at first just a single, solitary voice that soon began to shatter into a thousand different voices all combined into one.
Alright, you two get on this side and grab the two handles...me and my partner will be sure to keep everything secure..
A voice..inside his head..?
One...two..three LIFT and try to put some backbone into it..'less you're a weakling who still sucks on his mother's bosom!
Let's just get this thing to Daniel before his thirst for knowledge overwhelms him and sends him into a state of rock-lust!
I know you want to help Benny, but you're just not suited for this type of thing, you know. Besides I'm stronger than you, anyway.
And then the voice was gone as were the four men, seemingly erased from reality - banished to back to the eternal chasm - to be sealed away by the might of his father.
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Thomas, Johnson, and the two scoobadivers opened up the door back into the facility and began walking up the stairs. "Careful walking up these stairs, boys. Some jackass actually shot a squid right in the fucking face because it squirted some ink on his shoe." Both Thomas and Johnson suddenly burst out laughing, barely managing to keep a firm grip on the container's handles as each one grabbed onto a railing and began pulling themselves up the stairs. "Hey man, that's not funny, I had to clean that shit." "I can only imagine how horrible it must've been for you." Replied Thomas and Johnson simultaneously, still laughing like a pair of school-girls.
"HEY JACK, DANIEL! Move it, we got those extra samples you wanted delivered pronto!" Shouted the scoobadiver, aiming to catch both men's attention.
"After a day like this, Johnson. I think I could use a drink."
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*SNATCH!*
*ERRRRRAAAAAEEEEEEEAAAAAGGGHHHHHGGGHHHGHEEEOOOOOWWW!*
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