Subject: Join the FCOS Junior Marines! was:Re: KILL HIM!! Re: Identification of artwork
Date: Thu, 21 May 1998 00:48:36 -0500
From: Rindimo <rindimo@bellsouth.net>
Reply-To: TLK-L-private@lionking.org
Organization: L.O.S.T.-- C.A.U.S.E.
To: TLK-L-private@lionking.org

Jeff Dearman wrote:
>
> >
> >>         I thought so, but the fact that it was just part of it that
> he'd
> >> clipped out threw me off. Thanks for catching it...
> >
> >       Aw, yer welcome.  Of course... if I didn't catch it... then that'd
> mean
> >it'dbe time to visit the optometrist.
> >
> >>         Not that I know of-- but he does have an e-mail address.
> >> llqk@cyberway.com.sg
> >>
> >>         <steps out of the way>
> >>
> >> Brian
> >
> >       <straps on massive urban pipe cannon garb>  Hey, thanks, Brian!  Don't
> >worry... I'm over it a little... but still, I'm gonna give this person
> a
> >little bit o' my two cents' worth.  Now where'd I put the fertilizer
> >warhead?...
> >       Hey Snowy!  Got a spare furburner 2000?
>
> Heh I bet the FCOS has some contraptions that woudl do the job :P
> I get most of my merchandise from F.C.O.S.
> including the custom made UGAS T-Shirt :)
> merchandising merchandising !!! :)
> --Kurabi --

        Hey... I think you're onto something there!  About contraptions that
is... It's got my brain a-thinkin':

        <fade in to depressed lion cub sitting on front porch.>
        Narrator: Say there, little tyke, has the summer turned out less fun
than anticipated?
        <cub nods.>
        N: Well not today!  Today is your lucky day! <Paw grabs cub.  Jump to
what looks like a battlefield.> The First Church of Simba realizes that
not all cubs have fun the entire summer... and started up this wonderful
summer program: "The FCOS Junior Marines!"
        Yes, little cub, you can experience the thrill of firing off your first
round with an M-16...  Learn important decision making skills in battle
strategy, Make incendary explosives out of household chemicals, throw
bayonets, and other militia skills that you will treasure forever. <Cub
sights down barrel, and checks out gun.>
        Experience the pride in being a guard of the FCOS treasury... where at
any time, you might get the chance to pick off some IRS agents trying to
audit our beloved clergy.  If marksmenship is something you lack... not
to worry!  The Junior Marines are in need of grenade throwers
constantly.  <Cub throws grenade.  Explosion from a distance is heard.
Part of Police lights and siren land smoking at their feet.  They
laugh.>
        Yes, little cub... the Junior Marines is everything the real Army can't
be, because we weren't stupid. We never signed a load of worthless
treaties promising peace!
        So, what do you think?
        Cub: I wanna drive the tank!!
        <Cut to Rindimo fiddling with the engine compartment of an old Panzer.>
        Narrator: Well now!  Aren't we eager!  There's nothing to it, my
friend.  All you have to do, is sign this contract swearing loyalty to
your Church, and what it stands for-- for life.  Do that, and you get to
do everything, and be a part of the FCOS Knew Whirled Oder started by
our loving leaders!!  Hail Der Feur Grand Pumbaa!
        Cub: Allright!!!  <signs paper, and runs off to tank.>
        Hey mister, can I give it a spin?
        Rindimo:  Not just yet, kiddo, I gotta get this old diesel motor
workin'.  Lucky for me, I found some parts in the basement.  Seems we
weren't the first to attempt starting a new country...
        cub:  Well... can it still shoot?
        R: Oh sure!  ...As soon as i break the lock on the storage
compartment...
        Cub: Awww....
        R: Cheer up, little guy!  This'll only take a couple more minutes!
Here, you can go put on your new uniform, and have Plonq over there
teach you how to use the Furburner 2000.
        C:  YEAH!  <Runs off>
        Narrator:  Yes, kids!  It's the FCOS Junior Marines!  where the only
thing fake, are the targets! (most of the time)  Make this summer a
summer that not only you, but the whole earth won't forget!

        <Awhile later, Rindimo breaks lock to storage compartment.  A warhead
with a fmiliar symbol rolls towards Rindi.>
        R:  what's this? <picks up shell> Ray-dee-oh ac-tive. HMMMM!  <Tucks
shell into tool box>  The Grand Pumbaa will be pleased....  A nuclear
warhead!  What luck!  And here I bought this thing at a flea market!
                        Mechanically reclined,
                        -Rindimo

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              The Tiger is made to kill and hunt,
             The Lion too, but more towards fight.
          The Leopards and Jaguars were made to climb,
             And Cheetahs made for earthly flight.
          But there is one creature of forgotten lore:
            Shrouded in mystery, be that it's trade,
               Of other virtues, it has all four-
              Respect the Puma, and what God made.
                            -Rindimo
             E-mail Address: Rindimo@bellsouth.net
             *If you can read this, then I am still
                     an eligible bachelor!*
               


































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