Ok everyone, blame Spud and Terrence for this. They have now hijacked the story thread with their ideas full of win. So instead of Pair Production part 3, I
now bring you:
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Gamma Emission:
Cascade Effects (pt 1)
The two biggest obstacles to my success were the Shivan skulls and a mage knowledgeable enough to craft a blood filter. The first could be harvested with help
from Terrence. There was no way I was going to go Shivan hunting in Bloody Bay without some backup, and Terrence is the best backup I know. The second was bit
more complicated. I didn't know any mages who where good enough to craft a hospital grade blood filter, but I did know someone who might. According to one
of the radiology pre-docs who was studying the effects radiation on magic, my best bet for such a mage was Larry Jackobson. The radiology pre-doc also agreed
to repair the equipment in 3A; as long as I wore a few the talismans he was testing on my next trip into Terra Volta. I considered that a win/win situation,
one of the harder tasks taken care of, and building a working relationship with one of the guys who might be able to figure out effective warding for me.
All of that meant I was waiting in the third floor lobby for the controlled chaos to die down a bit when I felt it. "I'm thinking we should hit the
Bay tomorrow morning, the earlier the better. I want to minimize the chance of running into the stalkers there and Tuesdays seem to be -" I trailed off as
the sensation washed over me, like a warm breeze and taking a hit off a pixie stick at the same time. Oh that wasn't good. I knew it wasn't actual
wind, my coat hadn't moved at all. And I was two heavily shielded floors away from the radiology department.
"Lisa? You ok?" Terrence's voice sounded a little worried as it came out of my cell phones small speaker.
"I'm gonna have to call you back, something just happened." I said as I closed my phone. I waited and the warm breeze came again. I tried to
pinpoint the direction it was coming from, but before I was able to people started to pour out of one of the connecting hallways. Both doctors and patients,
some of whom looked like they shouldn't be moving. Taking that for an obvious sign of something going wrong I started to weave my way between the influx of
people, trying to make it down the hallway as fast as I could. I told myself that my pounding heart was due to stress and not a response to the rads that were
washing down the hallway. By the time the breeze came again I was sprinting down the hallway, a task made much easier by it's now deserted nature.
As I rounded a corner I saw the source of the disturbance. Four doctors were huddled near one of the operating rooms in full getup, arguing in hushed voices.
The wards on the door to the where visibly glowing in their effort to contain the radiation, but they were not designed to handle doses that were being put
out. The reason the doctors where huddled outside became clear as I ran towards the group, the plaque above the doors was flashing red. A big radioactive
symbol blinking on and off twice a second. I recognized that from my first few panic filled days on fifth floor, lethal level of radiation.
"What's the situation?" I ask as I stop near the group.
The nearest doctor turned around at my question. "We're not sure. The patient was ported in from the abandoned sewer network, we were still doing the
initial evaluation when she regained consciousness and started to panic." All four of them flinched as the fourth wave of radiation passed over us. The
wards on their robes briefly becoming visible, and a device on one of their belts beeped in warning. "She started emitting at lethal levels right away,
right now we are waiting on a suit from Terra Volta." He glanced at his watch. "It'll be another seven minutes at least."
"How long are the wards going to last?" I asked as I gave the door another look.
"Three, maybe five minutes." He said, clearly not liking the situation but not knowing what else to do.
Another one of the doctors decided to voice his earlier argument. "You should have let me stay and sedate her." He was quickly shot down by the
third. "You wouldn't have even been able to make it next to her, let alone find a vein."
I interrupted them before it deteriorated further. "What are you using? I'm registered nurse and that dosage won't kill me." It wasn't a
lie. I would still be a registered nurse for another five months. And the amount of radiation the patient was putting out wouldn't do more than make me hot
and bothered, I hoped.
One of them fished a bottle and syringe out of his robes and passed them to me. Trapanal. As fast acting as they come, but sucks on the duration end of the
spectrum. "700 ml should do it. We'll get her up to the fifth floor as soon as she's out." He assured me.
I took a steading breath as I walked to the door of the OR, I could do this. Go in, calm the patient down, give her a shot. Simple. Easy.
I pushed my way through the door and found my self in a situation that was neither simple nor easy. It felt like Terra Volta all over again, a slight sense of
detachment and euphoria made it hard to think. The woman on the operating table was glowing with a radiance I found all to familiar and crying about someone
named 'Mr. Whiskers'. As I made may way over to her, she screamed the name again and the radiation kicked up a notch. Screw calming her down, if I hung
out here long enough for that to happen I would be glowing as much as she was. And then the wards would give out twice as fast. I popped the cap off the
syringe, filled it to the 700 ml mark, and then purged it of any remaining air bubbles.
The woman looked up at me as I approached, and she didn't appreciate the syringe in my right hand. Her hands shot in my direction and all I saw for a
second was green light. It felt like taking a hit off of an oxygen tank, more energy than my body knew what do with. I grabbed her right hand with my left and
drove my right shoulder into her chest. Her back hit the operating table with thunk. Pinning her to the table with my own weight I was able to stretch her
right arm out in front of me. She started to glow brighter, but it just made me feel stronger. The veins clearly stood out on the inside of her elbow. The
syringe was in, depressed, and out before she had a chance to explode again in that glorious green light.
I rolled off of her and backed away. A small part of my mind warning me not take too many of those blasts, regardless of how good they felt. She had enough
time to look confused at my actions before the Trapanal hit her brain and she went out like a light. My euphoria crashed with her and I felt worn out, worn out
and frustrated. Dammit, these had been on of my few remaining pairs of pants. I ignored the signals my neither regions where sending my brain for the moment,
having the doctors rush in and find me with a hand down my pants is not something I wanted to feed the hospital rumor mill. Now that I could think clearly the
pieces fell into place and I recognized the woman. Redhead, radioactive, a penchant for military style garb (at least from what I could tell of the mess she
currently had on), and stuffed cat called Mr. Whiskers (obviously missing). It all added up to one very distressed Emerald Blast. I hadn't run any missions
with her, at least that I remembered. But I had been warned not make insinuations about the cat. Not that the warnings were necessary, I had seen enough weird
shit come in and go out of the ER to take enchanted stuffed cats at face value. Heck, I had heard some of the legendary talking about an invisible penguin. If
Emerald Blast says the cat talks to her, it talks to her.
My dazed internal monologue was disrupted by the sudden entrance of the four doctors. Three of them quickly checked Emerald's vitals and rushed her out the
door. One of them attempted to check on me, but I waved off his effort. "What were her starting coordinates?" I asked him instead.
He looked a little taken back by the question at first, but didn't waste time pulling out his palmtop and looking the information up. I gave him a cursory
thanks and started to make my way back to the lobby. I got about halfway there when Terrence came careening around the corner and enveloped me in a hug.
"You weren't answering you cell. I got worried. What happened?" His voice was concerned as he spoke into my hair.
I didn't have the energy to explain the situation that I only half understood, and my libido was becoming rather instant. So I settled on explaining what
was going to happen instead. "We are finding Emerald's cat, we are bringing it back, and then we are going to my apartment. Is this clear?" I
made myself one rule when I found out how wound up I could get during missions: you finish the mission first. And this was a mission I couldn't say no to.
Terrence pulled back from the hug to give me a bit of a worried look, but that quickly was replaced by a smile when he saw my expression. "Sure, where do
we start?" He knew better than to argue with me when I was angry and horny. I told him the coordinates as we made our way out of the hospital.
It was a quick trip down to the scene of Emerald's fight. Terrence can do a very good impression of a freight train when properly motivated, and this was
no exception. He would hit a group and knock them to the ground, I followed up with enough radiation to leave them wondering which way was up, and we moved on.
The objective was to find a stuffed cat, not clear a path. When we arrived at our destination there were a few hydra scraping the remains of their brethren off
the walls and eating it. Terrence and I made quick work of them, as Emerald had already put significant dent in their numbers. Looking at the misshapen hydra
corpses that littered the area, and what they had been doing when we arrived gave me a horrible thought. I really didn't want to dig through hydra stomachs
for stuffed animals, and hoped that Mr Whiskers was buried under the one of hydra chunks that littered the area instead.
After briefly confirming that Terrence didn't know what Mr. Whiskers looked like either, we got to the less than pleasant task of sorting Hydra chunks. If
my clothes hadn't already been a lost cause due to radiation they would be now due to the smell. Fifteen minutes of piling blobs of gelatinous flesh later,
and I was starting to seriously consider dissection on one of the hydra we a killed when we arrived.
Fortunately Terrence's cry of "Found it! ... I think." stopped me before I got to that point. He pulled out a slime covered stuffed cat that had
gotten itself jammed between the wall and one of the conduits that intersected the sewers at regular intervals. It was disgusting and dripping but it was most
definitely a stuffed cat.
"Ug, give it here." I said, knowing that returning it in it's present condition would not be a wise idea. At least not when I'm my own
walking microwave, kinda. Terrence passed me the cat and I gingerly took it. I ignored the way it squished between my hands and closed my eyes. A few shallow
breaths (I was still in a sewer) later and I started to emit in the high end of the infrared spectrum. I had to be careful when doing this not to set the
object I was drying (or my clothes) on fire. But soon enough we had one stuffed cat covered in dried slime, which mostly flaked off after a few quick shakes.
"Alright, lets get out of here." I was now dirty, tired, and horny, and my libido was singing a siren song about Terrence and shower that I fully
intended to listen to.
One quick detour through Ouroboros later and we where on our way back to the hospital. The people in elevator didn't seem to appreciate our smell, but at
this point I didn't care. Dr. Shaw was waiting in the fifth floor lobby. He smiled at me as we stepped out of the elevator and said "She's in
OR-5C, I just wanted to say good job about earlier. We can go over the specifics later."
I managed to smile back at him and mutter a "Thanks". The walk to Emerald's room wasn't a pleasant one for me, there where too many bad
memories associated with that place. Terrence's silent presence was reassuring in it's solidity. When we arrived I discarded my original plan of
leaving the stuffed cat on her bed. I couldn't leave her in that room when she reminded me far to much of myself. She was unconscious on the bed with an IV
in her arm, feeding her enough sedatives to keep her under. I placed the cat on her bed, and after a quick look at the label on the IV bag, removed the needle
from her arm. I needed to know that she would be ok. So I sat down and waited while my libido curled up in a corner of my mind to grumble. It didn't take
more than a few minutes before Emerald's eyes opened up.
Her expression was worried for a moment as she spotted me, obviously remembering our earlier confrontation, then she noticed the stuffed cat. "Mr.
Whiskers!" she exclaimed happily while scooping him up for a hug. Emerald seem to be in her own happy place for about ten seconds before she remember
there where other people in the room.
"You brought Mr. Whiskers back!" was all the warning I had before I was knocked off the bed by a redheaded missile. I hit the floor with
'Oof' as I was enveloped in a very enthusiastic hug. One that she didn't seem inclined to stop any time soon.
Suddenly her gushing thanks stopped mid word and her head popped up to look at me. Only after seeing her expression did I realize where my hands had wandered.
Two nice handfuls of spandex covered behind. Dammit, Dammit, Dammit, I am not supposed to molest teammates. I am not suppo- I am getting kissed. And yeah,
that's a tongue.
After being ignored for so long my libido was all too happy to take advantage of the mental gear slippage that was happening. Before I realized it I was quite
happily squirming underneath Emerald on the hospital room floor. Only the 'thump' from Terrence's general direction gave me enough of a start to
look over at him. He was now sitting on the floor and watching us with a slightly dazed smile on his face. Emerald took advantage of my exposed neck to start
nibbling. I shivered at the sensation before realizing that I was starting to glow. Crap, I had to put this on pause!
"Terrence. Terrence!" The second time I shouted his name he perked up. "We need to go to my apartment. NOW! I'm not doing this here."
They had this room under surveillance, and there would be enough rumors about us without getting naked and sweaty on camera.
"But, but..." Emerald studdered. I turned back to see her sitting on my lap with a look of utter devastation on her face. "But I can't hurt
you, and you started-" I didn't understand what had caused the change until I played back what I had just said from her prospective.
"You can't hurt Terrence either" I cut her off before she started to cry "And your coming with us." I had enough time to see a smile
threaten to split her face before she got thrown over Terrence's shoulder. I had a brief view of the behind I had manhandled earlier before I joined her
over Terrence's other shoulder. The ride to my apartment was a little bumpy but you can't beat it for speed, and Emerald was clutching Mr. Whiskers and
laughing the whole time.
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Morning after fun to be added later.
ETA: minor spelling/grammar changes, and correct for nitpick
-Terry
-----
"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy
now bring you:
-----------------------------
Gamma Emission:
Cascade Effects (pt 1)
The two biggest obstacles to my success were the Shivan skulls and a mage knowledgeable enough to craft a blood filter. The first could be harvested with help
from Terrence. There was no way I was going to go Shivan hunting in Bloody Bay without some backup, and Terrence is the best backup I know. The second was bit
more complicated. I didn't know any mages who where good enough to craft a hospital grade blood filter, but I did know someone who might. According to one
of the radiology pre-docs who was studying the effects radiation on magic, my best bet for such a mage was Larry Jackobson. The radiology pre-doc also agreed
to repair the equipment in 3A; as long as I wore a few the talismans he was testing on my next trip into Terra Volta. I considered that a win/win situation,
one of the harder tasks taken care of, and building a working relationship with one of the guys who might be able to figure out effective warding for me.
All of that meant I was waiting in the third floor lobby for the controlled chaos to die down a bit when I felt it. "I'm thinking we should hit the
Bay tomorrow morning, the earlier the better. I want to minimize the chance of running into the stalkers there and Tuesdays seem to be -" I trailed off as
the sensation washed over me, like a warm breeze and taking a hit off a pixie stick at the same time. Oh that wasn't good. I knew it wasn't actual
wind, my coat hadn't moved at all. And I was two heavily shielded floors away from the radiology department.
"Lisa? You ok?" Terrence's voice sounded a little worried as it came out of my cell phones small speaker.
"I'm gonna have to call you back, something just happened." I said as I closed my phone. I waited and the warm breeze came again. I tried to
pinpoint the direction it was coming from, but before I was able to people started to pour out of one of the connecting hallways. Both doctors and patients,
some of whom looked like they shouldn't be moving. Taking that for an obvious sign of something going wrong I started to weave my way between the influx of
people, trying to make it down the hallway as fast as I could. I told myself that my pounding heart was due to stress and not a response to the rads that were
washing down the hallway. By the time the breeze came again I was sprinting down the hallway, a task made much easier by it's now deserted nature.
As I rounded a corner I saw the source of the disturbance. Four doctors were huddled near one of the operating rooms in full getup, arguing in hushed voices.
The wards on the door to the where visibly glowing in their effort to contain the radiation, but they were not designed to handle doses that were being put
out. The reason the doctors where huddled outside became clear as I ran towards the group, the plaque above the doors was flashing red. A big radioactive
symbol blinking on and off twice a second. I recognized that from my first few panic filled days on fifth floor, lethal level of radiation.
"What's the situation?" I ask as I stop near the group.
The nearest doctor turned around at my question. "We're not sure. The patient was ported in from the abandoned sewer network, we were still doing the
initial evaluation when she regained consciousness and started to panic." All four of them flinched as the fourth wave of radiation passed over us. The
wards on their robes briefly becoming visible, and a device on one of their belts beeped in warning. "She started emitting at lethal levels right away,
right now we are waiting on a suit from Terra Volta." He glanced at his watch. "It'll be another seven minutes at least."
"How long are the wards going to last?" I asked as I gave the door another look.
"Three, maybe five minutes." He said, clearly not liking the situation but not knowing what else to do.
Another one of the doctors decided to voice his earlier argument. "You should have let me stay and sedate her." He was quickly shot down by the
third. "You wouldn't have even been able to make it next to her, let alone find a vein."
I interrupted them before it deteriorated further. "What are you using? I'm registered nurse and that dosage won't kill me." It wasn't a
lie. I would still be a registered nurse for another five months. And the amount of radiation the patient was putting out wouldn't do more than make me hot
and bothered, I hoped.
One of them fished a bottle and syringe out of his robes and passed them to me. Trapanal. As fast acting as they come, but sucks on the duration end of the
spectrum. "700 ml should do it. We'll get her up to the fifth floor as soon as she's out." He assured me.
I took a steading breath as I walked to the door of the OR, I could do this. Go in, calm the patient down, give her a shot. Simple. Easy.
I pushed my way through the door and found my self in a situation that was neither simple nor easy. It felt like Terra Volta all over again, a slight sense of
detachment and euphoria made it hard to think. The woman on the operating table was glowing with a radiance I found all to familiar and crying about someone
named 'Mr. Whiskers'. As I made may way over to her, she screamed the name again and the radiation kicked up a notch. Screw calming her down, if I hung
out here long enough for that to happen I would be glowing as much as she was. And then the wards would give out twice as fast. I popped the cap off the
syringe, filled it to the 700 ml mark, and then purged it of any remaining air bubbles.
The woman looked up at me as I approached, and she didn't appreciate the syringe in my right hand. Her hands shot in my direction and all I saw for a
second was green light. It felt like taking a hit off of an oxygen tank, more energy than my body knew what do with. I grabbed her right hand with my left and
drove my right shoulder into her chest. Her back hit the operating table with thunk. Pinning her to the table with my own weight I was able to stretch her
right arm out in front of me. She started to glow brighter, but it just made me feel stronger. The veins clearly stood out on the inside of her elbow. The
syringe was in, depressed, and out before she had a chance to explode again in that glorious green light.
I rolled off of her and backed away. A small part of my mind warning me not take too many of those blasts, regardless of how good they felt. She had enough
time to look confused at my actions before the Trapanal hit her brain and she went out like a light. My euphoria crashed with her and I felt worn out, worn out
and frustrated. Dammit, these had been on of my few remaining pairs of pants. I ignored the signals my neither regions where sending my brain for the moment,
having the doctors rush in and find me with a hand down my pants is not something I wanted to feed the hospital rumor mill. Now that I could think clearly the
pieces fell into place and I recognized the woman. Redhead, radioactive, a penchant for military style garb (at least from what I could tell of the mess she
currently had on), and stuffed cat called Mr. Whiskers (obviously missing). It all added up to one very distressed Emerald Blast. I hadn't run any missions
with her, at least that I remembered. But I had been warned not make insinuations about the cat. Not that the warnings were necessary, I had seen enough weird
shit come in and go out of the ER to take enchanted stuffed cats at face value. Heck, I had heard some of the legendary talking about an invisible penguin. If
Emerald Blast says the cat talks to her, it talks to her.
My dazed internal monologue was disrupted by the sudden entrance of the four doctors. Three of them quickly checked Emerald's vitals and rushed her out the
door. One of them attempted to check on me, but I waved off his effort. "What were her starting coordinates?" I asked him instead.
He looked a little taken back by the question at first, but didn't waste time pulling out his palmtop and looking the information up. I gave him a cursory
thanks and started to make my way back to the lobby. I got about halfway there when Terrence came careening around the corner and enveloped me in a hug.
"You weren't answering you cell. I got worried. What happened?" His voice was concerned as he spoke into my hair.
I didn't have the energy to explain the situation that I only half understood, and my libido was becoming rather instant. So I settled on explaining what
was going to happen instead. "We are finding Emerald's cat, we are bringing it back, and then we are going to my apartment. Is this clear?" I
made myself one rule when I found out how wound up I could get during missions: you finish the mission first. And this was a mission I couldn't say no to.
Terrence pulled back from the hug to give me a bit of a worried look, but that quickly was replaced by a smile when he saw my expression. "Sure, where do
we start?" He knew better than to argue with me when I was angry and horny. I told him the coordinates as we made our way out of the hospital.
It was a quick trip down to the scene of Emerald's fight. Terrence can do a very good impression of a freight train when properly motivated, and this was
no exception. He would hit a group and knock them to the ground, I followed up with enough radiation to leave them wondering which way was up, and we moved on.
The objective was to find a stuffed cat, not clear a path. When we arrived at our destination there were a few hydra scraping the remains of their brethren off
the walls and eating it. Terrence and I made quick work of them, as Emerald had already put significant dent in their numbers. Looking at the misshapen hydra
corpses that littered the area, and what they had been doing when we arrived gave me a horrible thought. I really didn't want to dig through hydra stomachs
for stuffed animals, and hoped that Mr Whiskers was buried under the one of hydra chunks that littered the area instead.
After briefly confirming that Terrence didn't know what Mr. Whiskers looked like either, we got to the less than pleasant task of sorting Hydra chunks. If
my clothes hadn't already been a lost cause due to radiation they would be now due to the smell. Fifteen minutes of piling blobs of gelatinous flesh later,
and I was starting to seriously consider dissection on one of the hydra we a killed when we arrived.
Fortunately Terrence's cry of "Found it! ... I think." stopped me before I got to that point. He pulled out a slime covered stuffed cat that had
gotten itself jammed between the wall and one of the conduits that intersected the sewers at regular intervals. It was disgusting and dripping but it was most
definitely a stuffed cat.
"Ug, give it here." I said, knowing that returning it in it's present condition would not be a wise idea. At least not when I'm my own
walking microwave, kinda. Terrence passed me the cat and I gingerly took it. I ignored the way it squished between my hands and closed my eyes. A few shallow
breaths (I was still in a sewer) later and I started to emit in the high end of the infrared spectrum. I had to be careful when doing this not to set the
object I was drying (or my clothes) on fire. But soon enough we had one stuffed cat covered in dried slime, which mostly flaked off after a few quick shakes.
"Alright, lets get out of here." I was now dirty, tired, and horny, and my libido was singing a siren song about Terrence and shower that I fully
intended to listen to.
One quick detour through Ouroboros later and we where on our way back to the hospital. The people in elevator didn't seem to appreciate our smell, but at
this point I didn't care. Dr. Shaw was waiting in the fifth floor lobby. He smiled at me as we stepped out of the elevator and said "She's in
OR-5C, I just wanted to say good job about earlier. We can go over the specifics later."
I managed to smile back at him and mutter a "Thanks". The walk to Emerald's room wasn't a pleasant one for me, there where too many bad
memories associated with that place. Terrence's silent presence was reassuring in it's solidity. When we arrived I discarded my original plan of
leaving the stuffed cat on her bed. I couldn't leave her in that room when she reminded me far to much of myself. She was unconscious on the bed with an IV
in her arm, feeding her enough sedatives to keep her under. I placed the cat on her bed, and after a quick look at the label on the IV bag, removed the needle
from her arm. I needed to know that she would be ok. So I sat down and waited while my libido curled up in a corner of my mind to grumble. It didn't take
more than a few minutes before Emerald's eyes opened up.
Her expression was worried for a moment as she spotted me, obviously remembering our earlier confrontation, then she noticed the stuffed cat. "Mr.
Whiskers!" she exclaimed happily while scooping him up for a hug. Emerald seem to be in her own happy place for about ten seconds before she remember
there where other people in the room.
"You brought Mr. Whiskers back!" was all the warning I had before I was knocked off the bed by a redheaded missile. I hit the floor with
'Oof' as I was enveloped in a very enthusiastic hug. One that she didn't seem inclined to stop any time soon.
Suddenly her gushing thanks stopped mid word and her head popped up to look at me. Only after seeing her expression did I realize where my hands had wandered.
Two nice handfuls of spandex covered behind. Dammit, Dammit, Dammit, I am not supposed to molest teammates. I am not suppo- I am getting kissed. And yeah,
that's a tongue.
After being ignored for so long my libido was all too happy to take advantage of the mental gear slippage that was happening. Before I realized it I was quite
happily squirming underneath Emerald on the hospital room floor. Only the 'thump' from Terrence's general direction gave me enough of a start to
look over at him. He was now sitting on the floor and watching us with a slightly dazed smile on his face. Emerald took advantage of my exposed neck to start
nibbling. I shivered at the sensation before realizing that I was starting to glow. Crap, I had to put this on pause!
"Terrence. Terrence!" The second time I shouted his name he perked up. "We need to go to my apartment. NOW! I'm not doing this here."
They had this room under surveillance, and there would be enough rumors about us without getting naked and sweaty on camera.
"But, but..." Emerald studdered. I turned back to see her sitting on my lap with a look of utter devastation on her face. "But I can't hurt
you, and you started-" I didn't understand what had caused the change until I played back what I had just said from her prospective.
"You can't hurt Terrence either" I cut her off before she started to cry "And your coming with us." I had enough time to see a smile
threaten to split her face before she got thrown over Terrence's shoulder. I had a brief view of the behind I had manhandled earlier before I joined her
over Terrence's other shoulder. The ride to my apartment was a little bumpy but you can't beat it for speed, and Emerald was clutching Mr. Whiskers and
laughing the whole time.
-----------------------------
Morning after fun to be added later.
ETA: minor spelling/grammar changes, and correct for nitpick
-Terry
-----
"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy