On Tue, 26 Nov 1996, James V. Nutley wrote:

Erin Mills wrote:

         "Sure, sounds great--" Saffire began, but she was cut off by a
distinct metallic plunking sound. More plunking became audible as if
thousands of pieces of aluminum were being hurled at the building. The
authors filed out of the office and looked at the street outside.
         "Oh, dear," Panda said. "Spam."
        Indeed, one of Fanfiction's more bizzare weather quirks was
occuring as blue tins of the infamous lunch meat showered from the sky
bouncing off the buildings, sign posts, pedestrians and anything else that
got in the way. It also meant another thing.
        "To our terminals!" John uttered the call to battlestations.
It was well
known that Spam could hurt only two things in Fanfiction, bandwidth and
hard drive space. The odd weather phenomena managed to somehow
cause incredible lag time in Fanfiction's computer systems. No one knew
quite how a rain of Hormel meat-like product did this but it was enough of
a problem to make the entire population rush for the delete button.

BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!

Jim snaps his fingers and behind him appears a genuine Calypso band,
complete with steel drums and T-shirts that read 'Sounds o' de Islands,
Mon'.  They strike up a tune and Jim, pulling on an identical T-shirt,
walks up to the microphone.

    Jim: "OOOOHH, Don't let the Spam come down!"

    Band: "Ah Haa, Oh No."

    Jim: "Don't let the Spam come down!"

    Band: "Ah Haa, OH NO!

    Jim and Band together: "Don't let the Spam come down!  My plot's got a
                                       hole in it and I might drown.
                                       (pause for drum rif)
                                       I say my plot's got a hole in
                                       it and I might drown!"

Jim Nutley
Yggdrasil Node Site Maintenance
Cretaceous Impact Recovery Team

ROTFLOLOL!!!  Hey, put this in the fic, Erin.  ^_^

Damon Casale, scyth@prolog.com / scyth@andrew.cmu.edu
You have entered the dimwit zone...