Raising his head above the floor, he took stock of the room. It was like nothing he'd ever seen. Cables were running into the room from every angle possible, most running straight into the computer. Looking at the screen, he saw the reason. Every score from every sporting event in the world was being broadcast on the computer. Fearing what he had discoverd, BS gazed around wildly, and sure enough, several parrots were perched about the room. Doing a quick look, he sighed with relief when he noticed all parrots were waxless.
The figure that came in the door confirmed the identity of the occupant. Ty. BS could tell by the bad wig on his head. Maybe Flock of Seagulls never went out of style this far north.
Ty sat down at the computer and actually plugged himself in. His body convulsed as his mind was over run with trivial sporting stats. Oddly enough, the hair never moved. Nothing was quite as indestructable as 80's hair.
The download to his brain complete, Ty looked at his bird. "oh, someone needs a nice long waxing" BS shuddered. The parrot did more than shudder. It evidently had been subjected to this procedure before, and found it as horrible as it sounded. Launching itself into the air, it flew wildly back and forth over Ty's head, prostesting in the most persuasive manner birds had.
"My wig!" Ty screamed. Ripping it from his head, he stared dejectedly at the now soiled relic. He started to scold the parrot, but found he couldn't stay angry at the bird. Still, he needed to raise his spirits, and clapped his hands in joy as an idea came to him. BS was amazed as Ty spoke to himself( and wondered for a minute just why everyone in these tunnels had that habit), deciding to spread joy and happiness to his friends at SYM by posting more 80's lyrics! Yes, they would be appreciated, as most of the women seemed preoccupied with whipping it. Of course that meant they were huge Devo fans, cause what else could whipping mean? BS was amazed at the innocence of this one. Still, one less rival to deal with and all.
Moments later, puzzled over why exactly he had been threatened yet again by Rob-hin, he decided to just call it a night and listen to some tunes. Unfortunatly, he couldn't resist posting just one more lyric as the song played. This seemed to be the breaking point.Moments later, Ty was overjoyed to see an e-mail from Rob arrived. thinking it an apology, Ty opened it, at which moment his computer exploded. This was too much for the parrots frayed nerves to take, and it immediatly launched itself at Ty and closed it's beak on his nose, causing him to fall out of his chair and land in a heap on the floor. The parrot, thus sated, went back to it's perch.
Ty, non plussed, just figured it was the new brand of crackers he had been feeding it. Sighing loudly he decided that when all else failed, a good, hot waxing settled the nerves. BS tripped over himself trying to retreat back into the tunnel, causing a delay that made him witness Ty pouring a gallon of heated turtle wax over his own head and shoulders. Deciding to get out before the buffing could start, BS retreated.
Badly scarred and huddled in a corner of the tunnels, BS drank a long time. he could only hope when he did find his love, he would be drunk enough that all mental images from the past couple room would be long gone. Maybe he should write a book about all this....no, on second thought, no one would believe the last few months anyway
*disclaimer* In no way, shape, or form was any animal abused in any way in the making of this post. Only Ty was harmed, but fortunaltyl, he never noticed *end disclaimer*
