...In walked the handsome biker-bit player, with a grin so wide his ears were at the back of his head.
"Hi Rear, I know you think I'm here, but it's just a remote projection of my image", he grinned, "I'd have come in person but I'm over at NASA headquarters right now. They have a couple of problems with the Mars Lander so I'm going to give it a quick nudge in the right direction - or is it the left direction? Oh well, that's not really important now..."
Rear stared at the biker-bit player, his mouth hanging open, "Who the hell are YOU?", he grimaced, "I've never met you before in my life!"
"Not yet, you haven't Rear, but you will, in exactly 18 hours from....hack... NOW. Call me ReG if it makes it easier for you, we are, I mean we will be, great friends...this time thing is tricky even for me Rear."
"ReG? What the eff kind of name is that, and what do you mean you're not really HERE?" shouted Rear, "Of course you're here...I can see you!"
"Relax Rear, remember we will be great friends soon, like blood brothers, and I'm on your side,", smiled ReG. "Take my hand...see? You can't feel it at all, because I'm really an astral projection..."
"And I'm an engineer!" said Rear, breaking ReG's arm in two places, "And you bloody well felt that, DIDN'T YOU!"
ReG fell to the floor moaning and whimpering. "I don't understand this", he groaned" I FELT that...and that has NEVER happened before. I've been to Mars and back by astral projection and didn't even get a scratch!"
Rear walked over and delivered a vicious kick to ReG's ribs.
He stood silently watching as ReG began to fade very slowly, still whimpering.
"What the HELL?, croaked Rear, "I snapped his arm like a twig, and he disappears? I'm getting outta here. Where are my suspenders and my hat?
As Rear struggled to get his suspenders reattached he heard a strange sound coming from..... |
