New Fenspace Snippet. Needed to get it out of my system.
Prometheus Forge, Main Belt
Tuesday 19 Nov 2014
It was quiet in the room, Lebia and A.C. quietly working on their respective projects while Greenpeace played holographic Mahjong.
Then the laughter rang out.
“Bwahahaha! Bwahahaha!”
A.C. slumped as her companions realised it was a ring tone.
“Kahless, what now?” The cyberneticist muttered before hitting the answer button.
A holowindow appeared with the well-recognised visage of The Professor.
“BwaHahaHAHAhahaha!” He cackled.
A.C. frowned.
“BwahahahAHAHAha?!” She replied.
Lebia turned to Greenpeace, who shrugged.
“Ahh HAHAHAHa! Bwa HAHAHahaHAhaHA!” The Professor proclaimed.
“Ha HAHahahahAHAHAha!” She returned, disbelieving.
“Bwaha ahaha aHAHAHAHA!” He persisted.
A.C. raised the back of her hand to her mouth.
“OOO HOHOHOHOHO!” She dismissed.
“Hehehe HahaHA BWAHAHAHAHA!” He frowned.
“hehehehe.” A.C. sniggered, Muttley like, before closing the call.
Lebia turned to Greenpeace, who shrugged.
“Libbie, send a code Bosenberry Pancake with Sprinkles to Mad-Con, will you?” The raven-haired woman asked the major-domo.
“Done.” Libbie replied.
A.C. returned to her work, unperturbed.
Lebia turned to Greenpeace, who shrugged.
Prometheus Forge, Main Belt
Tuesday 19 Nov 2014
It was quiet in the room, Lebia and A.C. quietly working on their respective projects while Greenpeace played holographic Mahjong.
Then the laughter rang out.
“Bwahahaha! Bwahahaha!”
A.C. slumped as her companions realised it was a ring tone.
“Kahless, what now?” The cyberneticist muttered before hitting the answer button.
A holowindow appeared with the well-recognised visage of The Professor.
“BwaHahaHAHAhahaha!” He cackled.
A.C. frowned.
“BwahahahAHAHAha?!” She replied.
Lebia turned to Greenpeace, who shrugged.
“Ahh HAHAHAHa! Bwa HAHAHahaHAhaHA!” The Professor proclaimed.
“Ha HAHahahahAHAHAha!” She returned, disbelieving.
“Bwaha ahaha aHAHAHAHA!” He persisted.
A.C. raised the back of her hand to her mouth.
“OOO HOHOHOHOHO!” She dismissed.
“Hehehe HahaHA BWAHAHAHAHA!” He frowned.
“hehehehe.” A.C. sniggered, Muttley like, before closing the call.
Lebia turned to Greenpeace, who shrugged.
“Libbie, send a code Bosenberry Pancake with Sprinkles to Mad-Con, will you?” The raven-haired woman asked the major-domo.
“Done.” Libbie replied.
A.C. returned to her work, unperturbed.
Lebia turned to Greenpeace, who shrugged.
