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MESSAGE 1
   You try the door and realize that it simply will not open. It appears to be    
   fixed permanently to the frame.                                                
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 2
   The window gives reluctantly and when fully open, reveals a landscape of       
   formless, roiling chaos and multi-hued energy.  A distant wind whines          
   pitifully through the shifting wastes.                                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 3
   The back of the set pops off easily and you are shocked to find the            
   interior to be totally empty; there are no electronic components within        
   the television set.  It is simply a hollow box with a single glass side.       
   You quickly replace the rear of the television.                                
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 4
   You aim the $noun$ at the $object$.                                            
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 5
   You point the remote control at the television set.                            
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 6
   Suddenly, the television springs noisily into life!                            
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 7
   Aimed as it is, the remote does nothing.                                       
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 8
   The tv screen flashes brightly and then fades off into a single glowing        
   dot that gradually vanishes.                                                   
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 9
   This is a top-of-the-line SUNY television.  Sitting on top of it is a          
   small, hand-held remote control.                                               
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 10
   You put your hand against the glass screen of the television set and are       
   at once shocked and amazed that you seem to be drawn into the swirling         
   patterns...                                                                    
   However, your amazement turns to horror as the crackling interference          
   latches onto your outstretched hand and begins to suck you into the chaotic    
   maelstrom...                                                                   
   There is barely time to emit a plaintive yelp, let alone a gusty scream, as    
   you are rended into a million pixels and scattered into the void forever.      
                                                                                  
   Sorry...                                                                       
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 11
   On opening the fridge, nothing seems out of the ordinary. That is, until       
   you pick an lemon out of the fridge and notice that it is made of plastic      
   or wax. On examining the food in the fridge, it seems that all the food is     
   phony and the jars are all empty.                                              
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 12
   You click up one channel.                                                      
   Now on channel #VAR1#.                                                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 13
   Just as you try to sink your teeth into the hard, glossy surface of the        
   artificial lemon, you realize that although you haven't eaten in a long        
   time, you are not in the least bit hungry.                                     
   You actually have no desire to eat the phony fruit, plastic or no.             
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 14
   On examining the food in the open fridge, it seems that all the food is        
   artificial and the jars are all empty.                                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 15
   You put your hand against the glass screen of the television set and are       
   at once shocked and amazed that you seem to be drawn into the swirling         
   patterns...                                                                    
   The images on the tv screen seem to grow in size until you feel as if          
   you are plunging head-first into a jungle of color and pattern.                
   Behind you, the familiar walls of your swinging bachelor pad fade away to      
   be replaced by a stark wall of opaque glass and you find yourself somewhere    
   else entirely.                                                                 
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 16
   You swing one leg over the low sill of the window while looking out into       
   the maelstrom of shifting colors and sounds, the other leg follows and you     
   drop carefully to the 'ground' only to find yourself falling weightlessly      
   through clouds of prismatic color and multitudinous shapes.                    
                                                                                  
   Hours later you begin to regret your rash decision to investigate this         
   place as you continue to plummet through a void of riotous color and           
   sound... this fall blissfully ends when you finally feel yourself dissolve     
   into a swirling mass of fleshy hues and become just a dab of color in this     
   sea of paints...                                                               
                                                                                  
   so long sucker...                                                              
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 17
   Perhaps this would be easier if the window were open...                        
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 18
   HA! HA! HEE-HEE! HE_HAW! Yuk! Yuk! Yuk! HA! HA! HA! (roars the laughtrack)     
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 19
   "Hi! Say, you haven't seen a chimp run by here with a screwdriver have you?"   
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 20
   "That Mulligan! This is the last straw! Now that dunderhead has not only       
   lost the only screwdriver on the island but he tore a hole in the weather      
   balloon that Mary-Loo and the Scientist found in the lagoon.                   
   Now we'll never get rescued!"                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 21
   You won't get very far if you $verb$ the $noun$ to the $object$.               
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 22
   "Thank you, but I have no use for a $noun$."                                   
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 23
   "Well hello there. My, if I had known company was coming, I would've found     
   a little something to slip into."                                              
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 24
   You place your hand against the solid surface and it comes alive in a swirl    
   of colors and sounds... you feel yourself pulled through instantly and         
   you find yourself back in your apartment... looking at the images flickering   
   across your television set.                                                    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 25
   The chimp looks at you quizzically for a moment and then grabs the             
   $noun$ from your hand. He then gives something over to you to free his         
   other hand.                                                                    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 26
   ...you feel a dim sense of realization for a brief moment but it passes.       
   All you remember is something about the importance of the opaque wall that     
   seems to be everywhere...                                                      
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 27
   ...suddenly you remember a time when you and Eddie were talking about the      
   possibility of cancellation during one of the sponsor breaks. The conversation 
   was weird and cryptic and comes to you in a hazy memory:                       
   ...                                                                            
   "Yeah, well, we've been running for 8 seasons now so I guess we can't          
    complain really."                                                             
   "Maybe, but I can't help being a little worried about rerun status; I mean,    
    what happens to you then?"                                                    
   "Hey, don't sweat it! I've heard that it isn't as bad as all that, sure you    
    end up doing the same shows over and over and over but that isn't             
    necessarily bad, is it?"                                                      
   "That's not the way I heard it! They say that reruns doom you to an eternity   
    of doing the same things repeatedly... no chance for escape!"                 
   "What?! Escape? What the heck are you talking about? Escape from what? Escape  
    TO what? You- Hey, that's our cue, grab the dog..."                           
    ...                                                                           
   The rest of the image fades away in your memory...                             
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 28
   ...the wall! That was it! You were trying to find a way through the opaque     
   wall but there was nothing in your tv sitcom house that could break through    
   the wall. Tv sitcom? Argh!                                                     
   Now it all comes back to you, you and Eddie and Buttsky are just characters    
   on a tv sitcom called 'He's the Boss' and after 8 seasons of good ratings the  
   show was finally being canceled.                                               
                                                                                  
   You decided that you didn't want to risk the endless purgatory of reruns       
   and wanted to find some way to escape before it happened.                      
   Escape, yeah. But how?                                                         
   One of the old-timers said that it might be possible to slip through the       
   wall if it ever weakened but that was a pretty rare event. It would take a     
   major restructuring of a rerun to weaken the line of events enough to          
   weaken the wall.                                                               
   Isn't that why you hid out between shows? In order to sneak into the other     
   reruns and re-order the events in an attempt to weaken the wall?               
   And what better way to do so than by helping the castaways find a way off      
   of 'Mulligan's Island', yeah, that would really throw a wrench in              
   the works!                                                                     
   ...                                                                            
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 29
   "The Scientist could really use that screwdriver right now. He's trying to     
   fix the radio!"                                                                
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 30
   The Scientist takes the screwdriver from you and says:                         
   "Thank you very much, I gauge my chances at getting the portable radio to      
   work on a higher bandwidth at more than fifty percent now!"                    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 31
   Maybe if you had the $noun$ in your greedy hands, eh?                          
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 32
   "Sorry, I have no time to talk at the moment, I am attempting to repair        
   this weather balloon."                                                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 33
   You grab Amber by the waist and bend over her in a deep, satisfying kiss.      
   When it is over, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and let        
   out a sigh.                                                                    
   Amber, however, is not as swept away by the kiss.                              
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 34
   You grab $Noun$ and start to kiss and smooch.                                  
   When it is over, $Noun$ grimaces slightly and looks at you strangely.          
   Apparently, $Noun$ got less out of this than you did.                          
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 35
   As you try to surreptitiously snatch the moola, Mr. Hoover slaps your hand     
   away.                                                                          
   "I say! Please keep your working-class hands where they belong! The gall!"     
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 36
   The Scientist prevents you from taking the damaged balloon.                    
   "Please! I am trying to figure out a way to patch the hole in this fabric.     
    What I need is some sort of a plastic-resin or rubberized patch."             
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 37
   "OOO! OOO! OAHAO!"                                                             
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 38
   "I say now, dear boy, unless you happen to be a caddie, we are rahther busy    
    right now."                                                                   
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 39
   The Scientist looks you over and decides to explain things in lay-man's        
   terms.                                                                         
   "You see, there is a possibility that this balloon can be used to signal       
    a U.S. weather station by placing a low-band transceiver within the           
    balloon's basket and then sending the balloon into the lower stratosphere.    
    I need to attach a powerful low-band antenna to the repaired radio and        
    secure it to the patched balloon, sending out an S.O.S. that U.S. radio       
    will surely pick up."                                                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 40
   You engage $Noun$ in some clever conversation for a few                        
   moments but you gain no new or useful information.                             
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 41
   You ask $Noun$ about the $object$.                                             
   "Sorry, I can't really help you with that."                                    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 42
   You lean over to $verb$ Marcie and before you can, she grabs you by the        
   forearms and holds you in a dizzying face-suck, finally releasing you          
   with an audible *pop*.                                                         
   "Groovy, man."                                                                 
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 43
   The PBS Host quickly slaps your hand away from the $noun$ and tells you:       
   "Those prizes are for people who donate!"                                      
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 44
   You lean over to $verb$ Marcie and before you can, she slaps you hard          
   across the face and shrieks at you.                                            
   "You stupid, little worm! Look what you've done to my nose! AIYEE!"            
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 45
   Captain Kirby is gazing at the viewscreen as he begins to speak.               
   "Captain's Log: SpaceDate 534269 point 6, the U.S.S. Entitlement seems to be   
    held powerless in a field of energy projected by an alien space probe.        
    Sensors are useless, morale is fading. I must find a way to free my ship      
    from the unknown force which it holding her."                                 
   Mr. Spark interjects:                                                          
   "Captain, limited sensor information indicates a power emission from the       
    planet's surface."                                                            
   "Analysis Spark?"                                                              
   "Inconclusive at this time Sir. I would hypothesize that the probe holding     
    the Entitlement is being powered by a device located on the surface of the    
    planet below."                                                                
   "God, you're clever Spark."                                                    
   "Thank you Captain."                                                           
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 46
   Suddenly, Captain Kirby turns in his chair and sees you standing off to the    
   side of Lt. Solo's console. He looks you over quickly and shouts:              
   "I want to know what you've done with my ship, mister!"                        
   (It appears that he has mistaken you for an alien)                             
   As you attempt to answer him, the security guard jumps forward and fires his   
   phaser weapon at you.                                                          
                                                                                  
           *ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNG!*                                              
                                                                                  
   As your body is blown apart into it's component molecules you can just make    
   out the tail end of a conversation with the last few remnants of your          
   dissolving consciousness:                                                      
   "I said, set for STUN, crewman!"                                               
   "Sorry Sir! Is that the red setting or the green set..."                       
                                                                                  
   ...The rest is darkness...                                                     
                                                                                  
      Sorry.                                                                      
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 47
   Suddenly, Captain Kirby turns in his chair and sees you standing off to the    
   side of Lt. Solo's console. He looks you over quickly and says:                
   "Security. Prepare the transporter room for a landing party. We'll get to      
    bottom of this right now."                                                    
   Captain Kirby must think you're a security officer what with that red          
   sweater you're wearing.                                                        
   With that, Kirby gets up out of his chair and signals Cmdr. Spark to follow    
   him to the transporter room.                                                   
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 48
   You try to casually nab the $noun$ from Mr. Bradley's den but he looks up      
   from his architectural papers and shakes his head.                             
   "Now how many times do I have to tell you kids not to play with the things     
    in my den? There are plenty of toys in the rec room or the yard without       
    you having to take things from here.                                          
    And remember, don't play ball in the house."                                  
   With that, he goes back to looking at his blueprints intently.                 
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 49
   As you stand dripping on the polished floors of the L.A. Courthouse,           
   the bailiff takes a long look at you and advances menacingly.                  
   He grabs your collar and puts you in a stranglehold, growling:                 
   "No court I.D., no entry!"                                                     
   and unceremoniously hurls you out into the rainy L.A. street like a newsboy    
   delivering a paper.                                                            
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 50
   "Beam us down Snotty!" orders Kirby to Lt. Snott.                              
   You feel strangely disassociated with your body as you are broken down into    
   you component molecules and transported instantly to the surface of the        
   planet.                                                                        
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 51
   "Four to beam up Snott." orders Kirby to Lt. Snott.                            
   Your surroundings suddenly shift as you reappear on the transporter pad        
   aboard the Entitlement.                                                        
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 52
   The landing party leaves the bridge and goes back to the transporter room.     
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 53
   "Tricorder readings are fluctuating due to an overpowering presence of         
    nitrium deposits in the local sediments. I fail to see any alternative        
    other than a foot search, although I should recommend extreme caution         
    due to the likelihood of native predators."                                   
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 54
   "We must find the source of the probe's power. The Entitlement can hold out    
    for only so long... but how long? but HOW LONG?"                              
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 55
   "I've never been on an away team mission before. In fact, I've only been in    
    SpaceFleet for a little over two weeks now. God, I hope we find that          
    transmission source and get out of here soon!"                                
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 56
   Vincent is speaking on the phone to what is presumably a client.               
   "Don't settle out of court! Listen to me on this one. I have this case in      
    the bag. There is no way that the makers of Wacky Glue are going to come      
    out of this clean, hey, you had your head accidently glued to a phone for     
    two days! And how long did it take to get that sweater off when the glue      
    container exploded?                                                           
    We will have no problems with this case.                                      
    Hey, I gotta run, talk to you later and by the way, use scotch-tape next      
    time."                                                                        
   He puts down the phone and looks you over.                                     
   "You must be the new paralegal that the firm is thinking about hiring, I'd     
    love to get you started running documents for me but I need to see your       
    diploma. I know that the personnel office told you to bring it here when      
    you came in to work."                                                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 57
   Vincent glances at your (Mr. Bradley's) diploma and smiles.                    
   "Yeah, this looks just great. Hey, South Dakota, rah! rah! Anyway, look, I     
    need you to take some very important evidence release forms over to the       
    courthouse across the street.                                                 
    And you'll need this to get in."                                              
   Vincent hands you a court I.D. which you pocket.                               
    "Now run along and deliver those forms."                                      
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 58
   "I am attempting to pinpoint the source of the transmission. Your diatribe     
    distracts me from that end."                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 59
   "We've got to go back down there and find the source of the probe's power.     
    There MUST be a weakness we can exploit!"                                     
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 60
   "Right now I'm just glad to be alive!"                                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 61
   "What!?! Madre de Dios! Look at this mess! I thought that you were a           
    professional!"                                                                
   Vincent seems really pissed off. He snatches the soaked forms from your        
   hand and dashes them into the garbage.                                         
   "Now I have to re-do all of them! This will take me hours! Why don't you       
    get out of here for a while and let me get some work done."                   
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 62
   Vincent is here working away, trying to make up a new set of legal forms       
   since you destroyed the last set that he entrusted to you. Better not get      
   in his hair right now.                                                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 63
   Tippy watches you for a moment happily wagging his scraggly tail, that is,     
   until he sees your furtively reach for the $noun$.                             
   Suddenly, he bares his teeth and begins to growl loudly.                       
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 64
   Oh oh! Now you've done it! Tippy is completely pissed off. The dog growls      
   lowly and snaps at your wrist and arm, flecks of foam flying in the cramped    
   confines of the dog house.                                                     
   From outside of the doghouse you can hear the voices of the Bradley kids:      
   "Somebody better call an ambulance!"                                           
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 65
   You throw Tippy the doggie treat and he snaps it out of the air, wagging       
   his tail happily. With the cookie still in his mouth, Tippy trots out of the   
   doghouse into the Bradley backyard.                                            
   "Hey! You found our stuff!" Yells one of the Bradley kids.                     
   Marcie Bradley forces her arm into the confines of the doghouse and            
   snatches up her miniskirt.                                                     
   "Cool! Now I have something to wear on my date with Steve!"                    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 66
   Ignoring Mr. Bradley's warning not to play ball in the house, you grab the     
   football and give it a good heave. It arcs across the room gracefully,         
   ending its trajectory squarely on Marcie's nose.   *POW*                       
   "OW! My nose!!!"                                                               
   In seconds, her nose looks like an over-sized radish.                          
   "You idiot! Now I can't go on that date with Steve tonight! Not looking like   
    this! You've ruined my date and my nose you moron!"                           
   She throws the vinyl miniskirt to the floor and begins to cry.                 
   While all of this is going on, Paul snatches up the football and hides it      
   quickly behind his back not wishing to lose it to his father who has just      
   come into the room along with Mrs. Bradley.                                    
   "Now what's going on here?"                                                    
   "Marcie! What happened to your nose?!"                                         
   Jane just looks smug.                                                          
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 67
   You hand over the pile of money to the channel 2 host and he accepts with      
   wide, staring eyes.                                                            
   "Thank you very much for your generous contribution! Not only do you help      
    us bring more quality programs like 'Bathrooms of Discovery' and              
    'Boring Moments in History' but also great British humor as well.             
    You will be receiving the channel 2 program guide plus the channel 2 pen      
    will be sent to your home as well.                                            
    Thanks again for your generosity!"                                            
   The host pumps your hand a few times and then turns his attentions back        
   towards the phones.                                                            
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 68
   Mr. Hoover spots the driver that you are toting.                               
   "I say there, boy. How about dropping a tee in the yard. Mumsy and I will      
    be there shortly for the tee-off."                                            
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 69
   Mr. and Mrs. Hoover come out into the yard and watch you set up the tee.       
   Mr. Hoover takes the club from your hands and asks:                            
   "Now where is that ball, caddie?"                                              
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 70
   When you give him nothing resembling a golf ball, Mr. Hoover shakes his head   
   in disgust and goes back into his hut.                                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 71
   "I say, this boy is a genius! Let me play through will you?"                   
   Mr. Hoover takes the yellow lemon and proceeds to tee off. He                  
   completely ignores you.                                                        
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 72
   The harmony of the Bradley household is broken by an argument going on         
   between Marcie and Paul.                                                       
   "You stole my miniskirt!" shrieks Marcie.                                      
   "Get outta town, man! Besides, you took my football!"                          
   "What would I want with your crummy old football anyway?"                      
   "Well what the heck would I want with your lousy miniskirt?"                   
   "You just want to make me miss my date with Steve tonight!"                    
   "Give me a break!"                                                             
   This goes on ad nauseam...                                                     
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 73
   "Did not!"                                                                     
   "Did so!"                                                                      
   "I did NOT!"                                                                   
   etc. etc.                                                                      
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 74
   A message comes crackling over Spark's communicator, it is Lt. Snott.          
   "I'm sorry Cap'n, I canna beam you up at this time. Magnetic interference      
    from the planet's surface is screwing up the transporters in the worst way.   
    I'm working on the problem right now."                                        
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 75
   Before you can pick up the $noun$, the burly bailiff stops you short with      
   one meaty hand.                                                                
   "You need signed evidence release forms to take this stuff Mr. Legal Eagle."   
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 76
   The bailiff looks over the forms for a moment.                                 
   "These are no good! You need to sign down here on the bottom in triplicate     
    or they're not valid release forms."                                          
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 77
   The bailiff takes the forms from you and scans them briefly.                   
   "These look good, go ahead and take the case evidence. I need to hang onto     
    these forms for Judge Pustizzi.                                               
    Have a nice day."                                                             
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 78
   The Bailiff takes a look at the pile of wood-pulp in your hands.               
   "Give me a break, look at that mess. You should take more care with your       
    documents. I can't take those. Sorry."                                        
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 79
   With a quick flourish, you sign the bottom of the forms:                       
     Ima Allius.                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 80
   Owning a pen or marker would make this task quite a bit simpler.               
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 81
   Perhaps if the jar were open.                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 82
   The cookie jar fills rapidly with water.                                       
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 83
   You throw the water onto the gleaming computer and all hell breaks loose;      
   sparks begin to snap and sizzle from the chrome facade of the machine as       
   iron-grey smoke begins oozing out of the computers ports.                      
   "NO! I CANNOT DIE! I AM ALL POWERFUL! DOES NOT COMPUTE! NOOOOOOOOOO!"          
                                                                                  
                     KRZZZPPPZP!                                                  
                                                                                  
   And so, another self-aware computer bites the dust...                          
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 84
   With a heave, the water gushes out of the jar, soaking everything in its       
   path.                                                                          
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 85
   The Scientist looks over the miniskirt very carefully.                         
   "Why this is perfect! I should be able to fashion an acrylic patch for the     
    balloon using the material from this article of clothing. As soon as a        
    suitable patch is made, I shall need to find a way to epoxy the patch in      
    place."                                                                       
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 86
   The Scientist examines the glue.                                               
   "This emulsifier will be perfect for attaching a vinyl patch to the damaged    
    weather balloon! The seal created with this glue should be able to hold a     
    one foot square patch of vinyl with relative ease!"                           
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 87
   The Scientist works quickly. Using the Wacky glue, he fastens Marcie's         
   miniskirt to the damaged balloon and seals the hole shut.                      
   "There, the damage seems to be repaired. The only problem now is to find       
    a suitable piece of metal to act as an antenna for the radio                  
   transceiver."                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 88
   What a great idea! You manage to affix the bottom of the weather balloon to    
   one of the hot air vents and its only a matter of minutes before the balloon   
   begins to bulge and fill out with the heated vapors.                           
   Once the balloon has filled out completely, you attempt to remove it from      
   the vent and it begins to drag you upward.                                     
   Struggling to keep your footing, you decide to let go of the balloon rather    
   than be sucked upwards into the atmosphere.                                    
   The sight of the ascending balloon draws the attention of the castaways who    
   all rush to the hot springs.                                                   
   "Wow! That's terrific! Now we're sure to get rescued!" shouts Mulligan.        
   "Hardly, Mulligan," interjects the Scientist, "without a transceiver antenna   
    on that weather balloon, we're as stuck as we ever were."                     
   Oh oh...                                                                       
   "So, for once, I'm not the one who fouled up?" Mulligan smiles weakly as the   
   others glower at you.                                                          
   "You knucklehead!"                                                             
   Oh well, so much for rescuing the castaways and yourself.                      
                                                                                  
   Somebody hits you with their hat...                                            
                                                                                  
   For you it is the end.                                                         
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 89
   The Scientist seems very excited over the antenna.                             
   "Please keep the antenna until I find a suitable patch and a means to          
    attach it to the balloon. Once the hole is patched sufficiently, I will       
    affix the antenna to the weather balloon."                                    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 90
   The Scientist seems very excited over the antenna. He takes it from your       
   hand and examines it very closely.                                             
   "This is a perfect transceiver antenna and will suit our purposes quite        
    well!"                                                                        
   In a matter of moments, the Scientist has affixed the antenna to the now       
   repaired weather balloon.                                                      
   "We shall be able to use the portable radio to broadcast an S.O.S. from        
    the elevated balloon, the problem being how to elevate this balloon..."       
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 91
   "Perfect! This is just what we need. But where is the weather balloon?"        
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 92
   The Scientist makes one final check of the balloon.                            
   "The only thing holding us back now is the lack of a functioning transceiver.  
    Mulligan lost the only screwdriver on the island and without that tool        
    there is very little possibility of the transceiver operating within          
    suitable parameters."                                                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 93
   "Now we need to find a way to inflate the weather balloon. Perhaps I can       
    work on a chemical reaction that will create a lighter-than-air gas.          
    It will take some time to work out the proper chemical composition though,    
    if only there were a ready source..."                                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 94
   What a great idea! You manage to affix the bottom of the weather balloon to    
   one of the hot air vents and its only a matter of minutes before the balloon   
   begins to bulge and fill out with the heated vapors.                           
   Once the balloon has filled out completely, you attempt to remove it from      
   the vent and it begins to drag you upward.                                     
   Struggling to keep your footing, you decide to let go of the balloon rather    
   than be sucked upwards into the atmosphere.                                    
   The sight of the ascending balloon draws the attention of the castaways who    
   all rush to the hot springs.                                                   
   "Wow! That's terrific! Now we're sure to get rescued!" shouts Mulligan.        
   "Yup! It sure looks like it little buddy!"                                     
   You are surrounded by the castaways who all strain to look upwards at the      
   vanishing balloon, the Scientist begins to talk into the modified portable     
   radio:                                                                         
   "S.O.S.! Mayday! This is a transmission from the passengers and crew of the    
    S.S. Halibut! S.O.S!"                                                         
   The Scientist continues to give that same message over and over until a        
   voice comes over the radio:                                                    
   "Crew of Halibut, this is Coast Guard survey helo number 66-B. I read your     
    message, am tracking your signal, over."                                      
   The castaways are ecstatic! Hands pat you on the back and several of the       
   ladies kiss you in gratitude. (even Mr. Hoover kisses you in gratitude)        
   It is only a matter of time now before a rescue ship comes, it looks like      
   you were able to alter the events of this rerun and save the castaways         
   from an eternity of bad laughtracks and lame plots, but where does this        
   leave you?                                                                     
   Now might be a good time to find out.                                          
                                                                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 95
   "What do you think are our chances for getting rescued? The Scientist says     
    that the work on the balloon is at optimal efficiency, and its going pretty   
    good too."                                                                    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 96
   "Don't mind Mulligan, we're not sure whether his brain was lost in the         
    shipwreck or not."                                                            
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 97
   You try to talk with $Noun$ but the news of the impending rescue               
   is all that anybody wants to talk about.                                       
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 98
   You place your hand against the solid surface and it comes alive in a swirl    
   of colors and sounds... you feel yourself pulled through instantly and         
   find yourself standing in a shabby living room that is not your own.           
                                                                                  
   Behind you is a television set flickering with images...                       
   A man is a t-shirt and underwear cringes back into his couch, crushing a       
   soda can in a startled grip.                                                   
   "Jeesus Keerist! Who the hell are you!?!"                                      
   Before you can answer the man's questions, you notice that Eddie and Buttsky,  
   your two lovable companions from 'He's the Boss', are standing next to you in  
   front of the television set.                                                   
   "Wow! Pal, you really did it!" exclaims Eddie.                                 
   "You got us out of reruns! Man, you have to tell me how in the heck you        
    managed to pull this one off!"                                                
   Buttsky leaps up on and places her paws on your chest, barking happily.        
   "I'll tell you soon but right now we had better get out of this                
   guy's house."                                                                  
   Soon you have managed to talk your way out of the house and are standing       
   on the street corner with your two television companions.                      
   "Well, I guess this is it, eh? Freedom! No more laughtracks, no more socially  
    relevant issues to deal with in thirty minutes or less, huh?"                 
   Eddie seems abnormally happy and slaps you on the back.                        
                                                                                  
   This is it, you have managed to escape a fate worse than death: the eternity   
   of being a rerun... you now have your whole life ahead of you, just don't      
   spend it watching too much television.                                         
                                                                                  
   This is THE END.                                                               
                                                                                  
                                                                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 99
   The twin suns of Krelbourne are beginning to set over a distant mountain       
   range...                                                                       
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 100
   The last sun of Krelbourne disappears behind a mountainous crag. It is         
   beginning to get darker here. Spark looks concerned.                           
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 101
   The glimmer of dusk is quickly devoured by a deep, starry night of a           
   thousand stars, one of which is the Entitlement, held by the alien probe.      
   In the distance, a terrible howl is carried to you on the warm, desert         
   winds.                                                                         
   Spark looks concerned. Dedmann looks a bit nervous.                            
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 102
   Dusk has given way to the blackness of night, and with that night come         
   terrible creatures.                                                            
   Kirby pulls his phaser out and scans the area briefly but before he can        
   give any commands, the sands beneath you shift and a wickedly spiked           
   tentacle reaches out and grabs your legs quite firmly.                         
   "Look out!" cries Lt. Dedmann, visibly relieved that he is not the victim.     
   Phaser shots crackle through the still night air but to no avail, you are      
   sucked down into the creature's lair and eaten with a gusto that these sort    
   of alien creatures reserve strictly for SpaceFleet security personnel.         
                                                                                  
   Oh well, this is the end.                                                      
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 103
   "Captain, this device is evidently the primary source of power for the alien   
    probe which is holding the Entitlement Prisoner." Spark indicates the         
    computer.                                                                     
   "Any ideas Spark?"                                                             
   "I would hypothesize that the device is powered through an underground         
    energy source; directing that power to the orbiting probe-"                   
   Spark is cut off by a loud voice emitted from the computer.                    
   "YOU ARE HUMANOIDS. YOU ARE INFERIOR. YOU MUST BE DESTROYED. I WILL CLEANSE    
    THE UNIVERSE OF INFECTIOUS HUMANOID LIFE. YOU ARE INFECTIOUS HUMANOID LIFE    
    AND THEREFORE I WILL ERADICATE YOU."                                          
   Kirby whispers to Spark:                                                       
   "Any chance you can do one of those Venusian logic puzzles and make this       
    computer blow a synapse?"                                                     
   "Negative Captain, it looks as if we shall need an alternate plan of action    
    to deal with this device."                                                    
   "AS I WAS SAYING; YOU WILL BE ERADICATED. ETC. ETC."                           
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 104
   "I WILL ERADICATE YOU AND YOUR VESSEL, INSIGNIFICANT HUMANOID LIFE-FORMS."     
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 105
   "We MUST find a way to destroy that computer and free the Entitlement."        
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 106
   "Tricorder readings indicate that the computer is impervious to even the       
    highest settings of our phaser-weapons. I propose that we follow another      
    line of logic in our attempt to overcome the device."                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 107
   "Your service and dedication to SpaceFleet will be remembered, I am putting    
    you in for a weekend-pass on Phobos-3, planet of latex."                      
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 108
   "Highly irregular, but an effective use of H20 against a sufficiently charged  
    device. You humans never cease to intrigue me."                               
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 109
   You try to reach up and nab the antenna but a blast of energy from the         
   computer knocks you on your rear.                                              
                                                                                  
   "DO THAT AGAIN AND I WILL DESTROY YOU HUMAN. ACTUALLY, I AM GOING TO DESTROY   
    YOU ANYWAY BUT I WILL MAKE IT CONSIDERABLY MORE PAINFUL IF YOU TRY TO         
    TAKE ANYTHING AGAIN."                                                         
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 110
   "I HAVE NO DESIRE TO ENGAGE IN MEANINGLESS CONVERSATION WITH YOU,              
    SOON-TO-BE-ERADICATED-HUMANOID."                                              
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 111
   "Man, what a downer. I put a hole in the roof of Dad's convertible and now     
    I'm grounded for a month. Not too mention that my football is missing."       
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 112
   "Hey, thanks for recovering my football. You're a cool guy."                   
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 113
   "Don't talk to me you jerk."                                                   
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 114
   "Hi! I Thally! What'th goin' on? You're not going to make fun of me            
    becauth of my lithp are you?"                                                 
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 115
   "Groovy!"                                                                      
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 116
   You clear your throat...                                                       
   "Ahem...                                                                       
    ...A whole lotta love is what we'll be bringing, come on get happy!.."        
   You feel a bit better having gotten that out.                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 117
   You rush forward and attempt to $verb$ $Noun$                                  
   but as you do, your pacifist nature kicks in and you halt midway through       
   your violent actions. You just can't bring yourself to $verb$                  
   $Noun$.                                                                        
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 118
   "Woof Woof! Arf!"                                                              
   (come on, what did you really expect?)                                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 119
   A voice booms from the heavens:                                                
   "Sorry! Divine intervention only works in Fantasy Roleplaying games and        
    on the Oral Roberts show."                                                    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 120
   Funny, you feel no need for sleep. Heck, you don't even feel the least bit     
   tired.                                                                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 121
   Wow! This stuff is great! Maybe when you finish finding a way out of this      
   dilemma, you could take this up as a hobby!                                    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 122
   Hmmmm, just as you suspected. The $noun$ smells exactly                        
   like a $noun$.                                                                 
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 123
   $Noun$ doesn't appreciate being sniffed.                                       
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 124
   *Pffffffffffffffffffft*                                                        
                                                                                  
   (I can't believe that I am humoring you with this)                             
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 125
   "I'll talk with ye later laddie, right now I'm trying me best to see only      
    one set o' transporter controls...    *hic*"                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 126
   Seems pretty desperate but...                                                  
   "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Sniff. Sniff."                                          
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 127
   Sorry, but using $VERB$ ALL isn't going to cut it in this game. Take only the  
   items that you are really interested in!                                       
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 128
   You need to have the $noun$ in your hands first.                               
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 129
   You cannot get the umbrella out of it's stand. Besides, it belongs to the      
   Bradley Bunch.                                                                 
END_MESSAGE

