Teens Writing for Teens, the 5th

Zoombie said:

Now, for something more delightful!

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“Fucking fuck fuck mother fuck fuck shit fuck fuck CUNT!” Dan muttered as he worked the scrubber up and down the side of the vat we were cleaning.


“Hey, you can borrow one of my plugs.” I said, glancing over my shoulder at him. We were both in disposable skinclothes. They’d be tossed into a vat and mulched for the biomatter that splattered them.


Dan shook his head. “I’d still smell through one nose. And besides-” He grunted as he hit something encrusted to the side of the vat, his butt bumping mine as he tried to work it out. “Isn’t self sacrifice…grrr…fucking cunting stupid piece of shit, COME THE FUCK OFF!”


“Spray it, and then let it sit for a bit.” I suggested.


Dan sighed, pulled off a little squirter he had clipped to his hip. He sprayed down the encrusted bit, coughed. “That smells even worse…ugh…”


The lights dimmed. The lights went out.


We looked up. “Oh fuck.” I whispered.


Then the lights came back up. Dan and I were already scrambling out of the vat, ripping off our clothes. We chucked them at the dumpchute, then ran to the screen, which flicked on, revealing Captain Lau (Not just governor, this place is a military base now).


“Congratulations,” He said. “We’ve just won the first actual battle of the war.”


His face was replaced by a graphic of the Earth’s orbital system, a load of circles and ellipses and blurry probable rotation patterns for the debris. “Fifteen seconds ago, two dozen missiles were launched from different points across the debris field. Each clocked in at maybe five hundred kilometers per second, arcing straight at us. If one had struck, we’d be so much glowing debris right now. However, the Loonies didn’t count on Big Bertha.”


The picture changed to the familiar sight of the microwave power transmitter at the bottom of the Hub, but it looked different. It had a new cover, and some other added on bits.


“Our power transmitter is now the solar system’s largest laser weapon. We shot down each of the incoming projectiles before they were within half a million kilometers of the place.”


“WOOO!” Dan shouted. I laughed, clapping him on the back.


Other faint cheers were coming from the vat-labs that overlooked us. We could hear the cheers through our feet, thrumming through the station.


“Return to your duties.” Captain Lau said, before the screens flicked back to standard status reports.


But as we headed back to the tank, getting a new pair of disposable skinclothes from the dispenser, Dan was thinking.


“There is no way the Loonies couldn’t have noticed the Bertha.” He said. “Heck, they’d prolly know better about it than us. They can look at us with telescopes. We’re cooped up in here when we’re not bouncing around outside making ourselves look like asses for Loonie telescopes.”
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I shook my head. “What gets me is that the first battle fought in this stupid war took twelve seconds and was won by a computer.” I started scrubbing the algae tank again. “So, remind me please, why the flying fuck do they need space marines?” [/FONT]

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Zoombie said:

My dialog punctuation isn't horriwrong, right?

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Does anyone know of any songs sung by females about being in a secret relationship with someone your family would hate OR about being engaged to someone and then going out with someone else because you hate the person you're engaged to? Preferably in a similar style to Avril Lavigne or Taylor Swift.

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Thalia said:

Yes, I think it is.

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