On Fri, 6 Dec 1996, RPM - acct 3/5 wrote:

On Wed, 4 Dec 1996, ERIN MILLS wrote:

          "My dear guests, I am Mr. Roarke, your host. Welcome to Fantasy
Island!"

It had to happen, sooner or later, it just had to happen.

-RpM, who is waiting for that BGC/Knight Rider crossover...

Ugh...don't tempt me.  I still have far too many other projects going
on...

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	Michael narrowed his eyes, peering at the dimly lit track ahead.
It had no hope of ever reaching the status of "road", not at the rate it
was decaying and fallng apart.  "Kitt, bring up the infrared."  Mere
moments later, the road was bathed in a hellish glow, giving it an even
more sinister appearance.  Up ahead, there was a cluster of ramshackle
buildings, easily blending into the rubble of the outlying wasteland
surrounding MegaTokyo.  A sign flickered above one of them:  "Hot Legs".
He pulled into a nearby alley.

	"Kitt, keep your scanners peeled."  He got out of the car,
suddenly aware of a crowd of faceless eyes peering out of the gloom at
him, and more hungrily at his car.  He pointed his carlock at the
glowing black sportster, which promptly elicited a bright flash of
electricity.  The eyes disappeared.

	It was places like this and jobs like this that made him wonder
if being a lone knight was at all worth it.  Then again, if the rumors
he'd heard were true...

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