Discussion in 'SouthWest Region Discussion' started by BoredJediTheater, Jul 8, 2002.
See, any female starts to shed tears and the men come a runnin'
It's a talent...what can we say?
*Kiss on the cheek Duron*
Hee hee!! See? Despite your teasing...I know how you really feel about the Wench!!
Ya got me.
Can we get back on topic here?
Where's the love for Dave?
Hee hee!! I'll show you Dave!!! SMOOOOOOOOOOOCH
Oh Dave, yay team.
j/k Dave Rules!
!! Are you feeling left out Diesel?
[face=attitude] Diesel is never left out. Only when he wants to be alone, he makes it happen!
oh great! Now I'm talking third person!
Keep talking to yourself and you might be alone.
Except for being with yourself.
I am my own best company!
there's that limit again
Took you 20 days to get that?
j/k penguin master!
Bored Jedi Theater Act 2, Round 3 (a.k.a. The Misadventures of Dave the angry Scouttrooper and his trusty sawed-off shotgun)
*Trooper1138, and Trooper212 fall behind Dave as he confidently approaches the hologram fighter arena operator*
Trooper1138: *whispers to Trooper212* Do you think Dave's acting a little...odd?
Trooper212: *shrugs, whispers back* What do you mean?
Trooper1138: Well... don't you remember when Dave would fake stomache aches so he wouldn't have to go to the shooting range at the Academy?
Trooper212: *snorts* Yeah, so he wouldn't get shot with friendly fire. Have I ever shown you the scars I got from that idiot--
Trooper1138: I'm serious. Dave has never liked shooting, and this arrogance he's showing is so...not like him.
Trooper212: What arrogance?
*Trooper1138 opens his mouth to reply, but instead stops to listen to the exchange between Dave and the hologram fighter arena operator*
Operator: I CAN'T let you in!
Dave: Why not?
Operator: *exhasperated* For the hundreth time, LORD VADER is in there. No one else is allowed in, or else!!!
Trooper212: Aww. C'mon Dave, let's go... *grabs Dave's arm*
Dave: *to the operator* You WILL let us in. *to Trooper212* LET GO OF ME!
Operator: I CAN'T--
*Dave pulls away from Trooper212's grasp and waves his hand*
Dave: YOU WILL LET ME IN!
*Operator gets blank look on his face; angry, Dave grabs him by the shirt*
Trooper1138: [face_shocked] DAVE! Calm down, alright?
Dave: I will not calm down, I want in and if I have to get in through him, I WILL!
Operator: *in a sleepy voice* I will let you in.
*surprised, Dave lets go of the Operator's shirt; the Operator stumbles a bit, but moves promptly to open the door for Dave*
Dave: Ah. *to Trooper1138 & Trooper212* See, was that so hard? You just hafta know how to ask...
*Dave walks cockily into the fighter arena, leaving his stunned friends behind*
Trooper212: *to Trooper1138* You were saying something about Dave being arrogant earlier... [face_shocked]
Trooper1138: What is up with him? [face_shocked]
Trooper212: We may never know. *Trooper1138 looks at him quizzically*
Unless Lord Vader is in an extremely good mood, we'll be lucky to find enough pieces of Dave to fit in a small box.
Trooper1138: So, in other words,Dave's screwed? [face_shocked]
Trooper1138: I'd better get Sir.
*Trooper1138 runs off; Trooper212 looks around for a moment, finds a chair, sits down in front of the monitor showing the inside of the arena, and pulls out some rations to munch on*
*Vader finishes off a large holographic rancor; his lightsaber sizzles in the silence since no other holographic creatures appear*
Vader: Is that the best this machine has to offer? Pathetic.
*Vader turns to hear clapping; Dave comes out of the shadows, politely applauding*
Dave: Nice finishing move on that rancor. Nasty beasts; I've never been particularly fond of them.
Vader: Who dares--!!
Dave: Oh, just some nameless stormtrooper who you wanted to leave behind so you could return back to your Master a few minutes early to lick his boots.
*Vader turns his li
Where did Dave get his set of brass kahones?
or is the proper spelling "cajones"?
cajones is correct.
I can spell in two languages!
Hooray for the Spelling and Grammer Girl, Kirana_T!
Dave ROCKS!!!! WOOO HOOOOO!!
Must read more...must have more Bored Jedi Theater...
I DAVE!! YIPPEEEEEEE!
Go get 'im TIGER!! RAWWWWRRR!
I can't wait for the next episode.
Anyone have spoilers????????
We want Dave!
We want Dave!
We want Dave!
crickets chirp in the background
Bored Jedi Theater Act 2, Round 4 (a.k.a. Don't Be a Vader Hater)
*twisting to the side, Darth Vader avoids the first shotgun blast but is knocked down from the second shot; Dave blinks in surprise*
*Catiously, Dave walks over to where Vader lay and prods him with a foot; Vader doesn't move*
Dave: Who knew it would be this easy? *sarcastically* Some "Dark Lord of the Sith" you are, Aniii.
*Very confidantly, Dave pulls his leg back to give Vader a hard, and final, kick*
*As Dave's foot is about to make contact, Vader's hand shoots up, grabs Dave's foot by the ankle, twists, and crushes it*
Darth Vader: WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!?
*Howling in pain, his ankle trapped and broken in Vader's vise-like grip, Dave swings the butt of the shotgun down on Vader's head; surprised, Vader momentarily lets go of Dave's foot, and Dave limps away a few steps*
Dave: *sing-song* Ani, ani, little orphan Ani...
*enraged Vader reaches out towards Dave; abruptly the ground starts shaking, momentarily distracting both Vader and Dave*
*Between Vader and Dave, a large sand snake appears to have popped up from beneath the ground; hissing, its three heads dive towards Vader and pin him to the floor*
*Dave pumps the shotgun and moves to shoot Vader again*
Older woman's voice: Do you still cry for me, Ani?
*Startled, Dave turns to see an older and a younger woman standing near Vader, completely oblivious to the Sandsnake nearby*
Dave: What the--!?!
Younger woman's voice: Do you still remember that kiss I shouldn't have given you?
*Snarling in rage, Vader cuts off the Sandsnake's heads, only to be confronted with more monsters getting between him and the two mysterious women; swinging his lightsaber, Vader fights each monster, trying to get closer to the women*
*Suddenly, four strong arms clamped down on Dave's shoulders and arms, and forcibly dragged an enraged Dave away*
Dave: No! NO! Just one more shot, and I'd have him! One more shot!
*Ignoring him, Sir and Trooper1138 drag Dave back out into the corridor; Trooper1138 holds on to Dave's arms while Sir uses a pair of large tongs to take the the sawed-off shotgun from Dave's hands*
Dave: [face_shocked] NOOOOO! IT'S MINE! MINE! IT CAME TO ME! MINE!
*Dave struggles and tries to reach for the shotgun while Sir inspects the shotgun very carefully; noticing a small knob near the trigger, Sir pulls out his knife to poke at the knob; a small needle flashes out, then quickly hides back into the knob*
Trooper1138: What are you thinking, Sir?
Sir: We'd probably find remains of some kind of simulant in the needle.
*Carefully, Sir puts the shotgun into a hard case that an Imperial officer is holding, and the officer takes the shotgun away; Dave screams in agony*
Trooper1138: *wincing* That ankle must really hurt.
Dave: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MINE! MINE! MY PRECIOUS!
*Dave sobs quietly as Trooper1138 helps him limp to the infirmary; Sir walks over to Trooper212, still watching the monitor*
Sir: Go help Trooper1138 with Dave[/b
Bravo!!! Bravo!!! Bravo!!!
Must have more.....
Now I am complete...untill the next installment!