Joseph Raszagal
Emily Brickenbrackle III
"@BigBuggyBastage":/writing/the-continuing-adventures-of-medi-bat/post/4276841#post_4276841
Just glad to see ya here, buddy. You get mentioned near the end of the first story =3 .
"@Communist Starlight":/writing/the-continuing-adventures-of-medi-bat/post/4276989#post_4276989
I'll probably do some doodles of my own at some point. I only have notebook paper however and I basically live in the middle of a forest on a mountain in Indiana, so don't expect the highest of quality.
"@Shadowhoof":/writing/the-continuing-adventures-of-medi-bat/post/4277204#post_4277204
"Medi-Bat! Medi-Bat! It's Commissioner Gordon! The Joker has rigged a bomb next to the active volcano and the paraplegic children's orphanage! You have to hurry!"
[spoiler]Adam West Batman was just the best, yo xD .[/spoiler]
"@Joseph Raszagal":/writing/the-continuing-adventures-of-medi-bat/post/4276768#post_4276768
+Chapter One: Trying Not to Go All 'Splodie and Stuff+
Computer: "CAPTAIN, IN ORDER TO REACTIVATE THE ENGINES, WE WILL NEED TO REFUEL."
"And in order to refuel, we need the engines to get us to the nearest space gas station! _EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!_"
Me: "Well, that's a Catch 22 if I ever heard of one."
*[The ship's radio systems activate on their own and begin playing songs from "Permanent Revolution" at max volume]*
Me: "Dammit, this is no time for ska! We're about to die and peppy staccato guitar doesn't mix well with imminent doom!"
"Wait, Master! I just thought of something!"
Me: "Yes, Bat Bud?"
"I occurs to me that the ship isn't the only one that needs to refuel."
Me: "What do you mean?"
*[Medi-Bat answers my question by om-nom-nomming my finger and waiting several seconds for her information readout to complete]*
*[Oh yeah. _Duh_. She's a medical specialist. Man, I'm an idiot.]*
"Master, you're dangerously low on your sugar! And as we all know, you're not you when you're hungry!"
Computer: "LOGICAL ASSESSMENT. HERE, CAPTAIN, EAT A SNICKERS."
Me: *[I look at myself in the ship's nonsensical rearview mirror]* "Well, that would explain why I look like Betty White right now."
Computer: "SHUT UP, ROSE, AND EAT THE DAMN CANDY BAR."
*[Wolfing down some chocolate-y goodness, I feel a surge of energy rush through me. By the power of Snickers, an idea springs to mind; one that might just save us from the terrible fate of what's essentially a highway collision... but _you know_, in space.]*
Just glad to see ya here, buddy. You get mentioned near the end of the first story =3 .
"@Communist Starlight":/writing/the-continuing-adventures-of-medi-bat/post/4276989#post_4276989
I'll probably do some doodles of my own at some point. I only have notebook paper however and I basically live in the middle of a forest on a mountain in Indiana, so don't expect the highest of quality.
"@Shadowhoof":/writing/the-continuing-adventures-of-medi-bat/post/4277204#post_4277204
"Medi-Bat! Medi-Bat! It's Commissioner Gordon! The Joker has rigged a bomb next to the active volcano and the paraplegic children's orphanage! You have to hurry!"
[spoiler]Adam West Batman was just the best, yo xD .[/spoiler]
"@Joseph Raszagal":/writing/the-continuing-adventures-of-medi-bat/post/4276768#post_4276768
+Chapter One: Trying Not to Go All 'Splodie and Stuff+
Computer: "CAPTAIN, IN ORDER TO REACTIVATE THE ENGINES, WE WILL NEED TO REFUEL."
"And in order to refuel, we need the engines to get us to the nearest space gas station! _EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!_"
Me: "Well, that's a Catch 22 if I ever heard of one."
*[The ship's radio systems activate on their own and begin playing songs from "Permanent Revolution" at max volume]*
Me: "Dammit, this is no time for ska! We're about to die and peppy staccato guitar doesn't mix well with imminent doom!"
"Wait, Master! I just thought of something!"
Me: "Yes, Bat Bud?"
"I occurs to me that the ship isn't the only one that needs to refuel."
Me: "What do you mean?"
*[Medi-Bat answers my question by om-nom-nomming my finger and waiting several seconds for her information readout to complete]*
*[Oh yeah. _Duh_. She's a medical specialist. Man, I'm an idiot.]*
"Master, you're dangerously low on your sugar! And as we all know, you're not you when you're hungry!"
Computer: "LOGICAL ASSESSMENT. HERE, CAPTAIN, EAT A SNICKERS."
Me: *[I look at myself in the ship's nonsensical rearview mirror]* "Well, that would explain why I look like Betty White right now."
Computer: "SHUT UP, ROSE, AND EAT THE DAMN CANDY BAR."
*[Wolfing down some chocolate-y goodness, I feel a surge of energy rush through me. By the power of Snickers, an idea springs to mind; one that might just save us from the terrible fate of what's essentially a highway collision... but _you know_, in space.]*