CHAPTER 8 (Reply from Frantsberg Base)

“SMEDLEY! Consarnit! Where is my Kinsington Translator?!!! I got this here message and can't make heads or tails of it.”

“Smedley !!!! Oh wait. I recognize this cryptic writing. Its the ad hoc cursive writing of my ol' pardner. Lessee here, I used to be able to read this stuff.

Ahh! Okay, . . .when we left each other you asked if I had reeived a special package from the Frants. Yes, I got the secret formula for the blurtibant bender. I found it attached to the back side of a Siphnarician Photo Beam Rider. I almost swatted the lil' buger, but noticed the flashing 'You Got Mail' LED just in time. Thanks for the kudos on my dance. I try to stay lithe in my maturity. . By the way, thanks for pulling me out of the simulation loop problem. That danged simulator has a sick sense of humor ! It was gonna keep me as its child! It had already renamed me too! It was calling me its "Little Iteration". Stupid simulator ! I told it I would agree if it would just answer me one question. It foolishly agreed. I told it I would return when it had the answer. ... hunh? Oh the old "Dolan Keep Em Busy Until They Die Strategem". Yup ! I pulled that old page right out of yer own book, "Show me the precise value of pi." Heheh, I know, the oldest in the book. As you can guess, the engineers are just a little ticked off. They were muttering something about creating antagonistic bots with my name on them. Go figure, no sense of humor. I did drop in on the simulator this morning to see how it was doing. It was out to over 67 mega-quint-zook-erudian-gillion decimal places. I didn't say anything but I thought I smelled something like burning insulation. Yah, I know,... I exited quickly.

Hold on a sec ... Engineering is buzzing me. . . The simulator has enlisted the aid of all the base computing resources ! Ha! Ha! Ha! The chief was furious because he could get into his electronic steamer chest for his daily (multi-daily) elixir, Grand Teton Beer. Ta ta. I decided to use the rolling black out for a chance to actually go out for a walk. The titsy flies were everywhere! I gorged. I must have eaten three pounds of them! All in all, its been a good day. Hold on ...the base commander is buzzing me on old fashioned radio wireless ... I guess ALL the computing resources are diverted hunh? Oh Oh ! He wants to see me right now ... gotta go ... ... its gonna be a long walk out of this base. That desk bound base honcho won't find me so easily ! HA! I'll use the DolSpeak Double Dodge Back Stepping Forward Flip Leap maneuver we used to practice. He won't even know what time I am in ! Oh oh! He must be an impatient sort ... I see his gilt clad gate guards coming this way. I will leave this message undeleted from my sent file so that he will wonder if its a decoy or not ... including this last statement, and this one too ... okay, okay ... gotta run.. or flip out, heheh I know ! Ha ! Ha ! ha ! ha! ha ... ha ..!