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From: jeand@ihlpg.UUCP (AMBAR)
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Subject: Subgrunts: A Story (part 2 of 5)
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Date: Thu, 1-Aug-85 10:47:05 EDT
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"No, I am not ready.  You think this is funny, don't you.  You
bastards."

"So that's AMBAR, eh?" Tash asked.

"Hi," Jean said.  "Now you know what's it like working with these
clowns."

"At least SOME of us CLOWNS WORK for a living!" Roger mocked Jean.
"We don't post news forever or BBS all day."

"No, no, no, no," Jean corrected.  "It's like this:  Monday no one works,
because it's the day after the weekend.  Friday no one works, because
it's the day before the weekend.  Tuesday no one works, because it's the
day after Monday, and Thursday no one works, because it's the day before
Friday.  Wednesday no one works, because it's hump day; therefore, no one
around here ever works!"

"Yeah," Frank said, "that's the excuse."

"You people are weird," Tash sighed, finally sitting down again.

[Insert Scene Change]

The subgrunts of IH decided to take Tash on a tour of their plant, 
telling her tales of the bus rides to and from the campus (campus?)
of IIT.  She cringed when they told her about the demon Mac, and of
how Mac had managed to infiltrate the bus with thousands of Minimacs,
terrorizing the ears of just about everyone, including himself.

While they were on the ground floor, Jean, Frank, Roger, and Tash ran
into Mike, who was carrying three blue notebooks.

"Stockroom raid, eh?" Roger said.

"No, not at all," Mike said, innocently.

"Oh, I'll bet," Jean snorted, though maybe at the tag of "innocently" 
on anything Mike would say.

"No, really." He finally noticed Tash.  "Hey...wow..."

"It's Tash!" Frank screamed.

"You really are embarrassing, aren't you," Tash remarked.  "And I thought
Jean and Roger were exaggerating about you."

Frank raised his hand to strike Tash, but Jean was too quick.  She thudded
him against the wall, and Frank bounced off, falling to his knees.

"You enjoy doing this, don't you, AMBAR?" Frank wallowed, and banged 
Jean's toe with his giant key.  Jean yelped and hopped away.

Mike was the first to notice that the section of wall that Frank had hit
was ajar.  "Hey, dig this..."

They pried it open. Inside was a dark corridor, apparently winding in
and out of IH.  They stared at each other for a moment, uncertain as
to what to do.

"Well," Jean said, "I'm just going to go through vnews for the fifth
time this week.  I say we just jump right in."

"Me neither," Mike said.

"I'm game.  As long as we catch the bus back," Roger said.

"Me neither."

"Sure!  Let's go!  You only live once!" Frank said.

"Me neither."

"Me neither what?" Phyllis said, walking up to them.

"Me neither," Mike said again, and walked into the corridor.

The others watched him enter, and looked at themselves again.  

"You spend a year at IIT, and look what happens to you," Tash said,
following Mike.  

One by one they entered, until Phyllis was left outside, wondering
what to do.  Recalling a line from "Risky Business," the girl darted
inside, jumping as the door shut closed behind them.

Inside, it was totally and completely and oppressively dark.  Frank
started fumbling through the collection of junk hanging from his neck.

"Hey!", Phyllis yelped, as Frank accidentally elbowed her.  "What are
you doing?"

"I'm looking for the penlight that I keep around here somewhere....."

"It's around here somewhere......famous last words," someone said.

"Who said that?" snapped Frank.

"Me!  and whatcha gonna do about it?"