*TURN OFF YOUR LIGHTS* (And give yourself a severe case of eyestrain) (The future isn't what it used to be....) "MYSTERY SCIENCE THEATER 6.7" (SHORTY!) EPISODE 2: THE UGLIEST WOMEN ON THE NET! (A MSTing of an Ad) MSTed From the Desk of Megane 6.7 This is a MSTing of an advertisement created by another company. Use of copyrighted and trademarked material is for entertainment purposes only; no infringement on the original copyrights or trademarks held by Best Brains, Inc. is intended or should be inferred. Any random mention of certain anime characters, song titles, etc. are the property of their respected creators/distributors/etc. Just covering my own ass here folks.... Note: If you haven't read the first shorty 'Subliminally Seduce Women Instantly!', please do so as it will help you understand the host segments a little better. :) (Cue "Mystery Science Theater 6.7 Love Theme" in 5....4....3....) It's the not-too-distant future, Last Sunday BC There was this guy named Joel Not so different from you or me He worked at Gizmonic Institute Just another guy in a red jumpsuit He did a great job cleaning up the place, But his bosses really hate him So they shot him into space!!!! Joel: (OH....MY....GODDESS!!!) Crow and Tom: (IT'S MEGAMI-SAMA!) (Instead of holding messed up video, Frank's holding a computer printout) We'll send him crappy fanfics The worst we can find (lalala) He'll have to sit and read them all and we'll monitor his mind (lalala) (Instead of where it shows the guys watching the movie, it shows them ducking behind their seats for 'Artemis's Lover'.) Now keep in mind Joel can't control When the fanfics begin or end (lalala) Because he used those special parts To make his robot friends; ROBOT ROLL CALL: CAMBOT: 'Text only'? Gypsy: 'Oh, my!' Tom Servo: 'Sweet-o!' CROOOOOOOW!!! 'I'm not a hentai!' If your wondering how Joel eats and breathes And other science facts (lalala) Then repeat to yourself *It's just a MiST* You should really just relax for MYSTERY SCIENCE THEATER 6.7!!!! * * * DEEP 13 Dr. Clayton Forrester tugged his collar nervously as T.V's Frank helped him on with his labcoat. Dr. Lawrence Erhardt would be arriving today and Dr. F wanted to be certain that he looked his best so he would either intimidate Larry into ceasing his attempts to kill him or at least be well dressed for his funeral when Larry finally made his move. "How do I look?" Dr. F asked Frank nervously. Frank shrugged. "I dunno. Evil, I guess. Mad, perhaps?" Dr. Forrester rolled his eyes as he left his room and walked towards the lab. "It will have to do. Did you remember to check the metal detectors and bomb detectors at the door?" "Checked and rechecked, Dr. F!" Frank replied. "If Larry's going to kill you tonight, he won't do it with a bomb or any sort of metal weapon." "Good." Dr. Forrester breathed a sigh of relief. "Of course, he could still use a wooden stake," Frank added, his brow furrowed. "Or a plastic hand cannon with wooden bullets like that assassin used in that Clint Eastwood movie...." "Frank...." Dr. Forrester began. "Or he could use poison when you're not paying attention...." Frank continued without missing a beat. "Some kind of really painful flesh-eating virus that keeps you alive but in constant pain for years as you're slowly eaten alive from within...." "FRANK! SHUT UP! I AM NOT GOING TO DIE!!!" Dr. Forrester screamed, furious. "I'LL KILL HIM FIRST IF I HAVE TO!!!" Frank blinked. "Hey, there's an idea. Kill him before he kills you. What a bold and daring move, Dr. F...." Dr. Forrester snorted. "Frank, it's not that simple and you know it! Questions would be asked, DNA evidence would be left behind, you would screw up somehow in disposing of the body and worst of all, our entire rogue experiment with Joel would be uncovered! Besides, Larry's probably implanted a bomb inside him to explode if his brain activity ever ceases." "Really?" Frank asked. "It's what I would do," Dr. Forrester replied as he walked over to the viewscreen. "In the meantime, though, let's pay a little visit to our lab rats and give them a little Valentine's day heartburn...." Suddenly, the sound of an old fashioned doorbell could be heard. Dr. Forrester froze and turned around to stare fearfully at the door. He took a deep breath and said... "Open the door, Frank. I'm ready." Frank walked over to the door and after a cautious glance at Dr. Forrester, pulled open the steel vault door to reveal.... "HeLLo. wOuLd yOU LiKe tO bUy SOmE VaLEntInE cHOcLAteS fOr yOUr sWEEtHaRt? I'm rAIsiNG mONeY fOr mY kNEe SuRgERy aND...." Frank's eyes lit up. "Chocolates! Oh boy! I'll take...." "FRANK!!!" Dr. Forrester slammed the door in Torgo's face while grabbing Frank by the front of his collar. "How can you even think of Valentine chocolates when my life's in danger!" he growled, glaring daggers at his assistant. "Uh....I skipped lunch?" Frank replied feebly. Dr. Forrester's eyes narrowed. Then he released Frank and paused thoughtfully for a moment. "You like Valentine's day, don't you, Frank?" "Yeah, I guess so." "In fact, how does a big chocolate heart for Valentine's day sound to you?" Dr. Forrester asked with a strange smile. "Oh boy! That sounds great!" Frank replied excitedly. Then he noticed the look on Dr. Forrester's face and felt a chill of fear go up his spine. "Uhhh....you're not thinking of ripping my heart out and dipping it in chocolate, are you?" Frank inquired nervously. "Frank! That's disgusting!" Dr. Forrester replied with a hurt expression on his face. "I would never do anything that brutal or gory for Valentine's Day....maybe Halloween, but never Valentine's day." "Oh....okay, then where are you going to get the chocolate heart?" Frank asked. Dr. Forrester smiled. * * * SATELLITE OF LOVE "Guys! It's finally finished! Come on over and look at it! Lookie! Look! Look!" the voice of Crow T. Robot called out triumphantly. Tom Servo and Joel walked over to where Crow sat in front of a computer with text on the screen. "What are you up to, Crow?" Joel inquired. Crow T. Robot leaned back in his chair and sighed with relief. "Yes! It's finally finished! I've finally finished my latest masterpiece!" "This isn't another revision of 'Earth Vs. Soup,' is it?" Tom inquired. "No! It's my latest novel! Check it out!" Crow replied, gesturing frantically at the screen. Curious, Tom and Joel leaned in closer to read the screen. "The rain was pouring steadily." Joel read the text aloud. "The sky was black as night, the rumble of thunder, the crashing of the lightning as it struck the ground over and over again could be seen and heard, as if expressing its contempt, its loathing for the ashen city that lay beneath. The city that had once been bright and filled with the hopes and dreams of so many now stood as a symbol of chaos, of broken spirits and tortured souls, never again to see the light that once shone so brightly, never given the chance to become what was now unreachable...." Joel stopped reading for a moment to look at Crow. "Wow, this looks pretty interesting, Crow. How long have you been writing this?" "Oh, about the time when 'Earth Vs. Soup' tanked." Crow replied. "Keep reading, the good stuff's coming right up." Joel continued reading. "Yet, in this city of darkness and decay, a single individual stood with the light, someone that would not allow himself to give up hope, not allow himself to turn to other means to continue his life. This person was unknown to history, nor did he ever desire to be acknowledged. He held the fate of those left behind for he was the last of his kind, the last true hope of the remaining inhabitants of the city. The only hope for a civilization lost in darkness...." "Okay, so who is this guy anyway?" Tom interrupted. Joel scrolled down the screen....and scrolled some more....and scrolled some more. "Crow, where's the central plot? This story just keeps talking about the main character and how he or she is the person that will save the city! Is that all the story is about?" "Well, yeah!" Crow replied. "I'm focusing solely on how the main character is the savior of the city. Why should I bother getting into details about *how* he or she saves the city if we already know he or she is the savior of the city? Too many story waste time on the hows, the what, the who, when all that really matters is that the city will be saved because of the savior. Isn't that what really matters in the end?" "But that's like watching the last 5 minutes of Return of the Jedi when Luke and his friends celebrating on Endor and you have no idea why or how they got there or what happened?" Tom pointed out. "So? They obviously accomplished what they set out to do, whatever that was, so what else do we need to know?" Crow retorted. "Just look at the upcoming Episode One of Star Wars. We already know that Anakin Skywalker is going to become Darth Vader from episodes 4-6 but it's going to take three frigging episodes just for Skywalker to become Darth Vader and then *another* three episodes to find out what happens to him. Why not simply save valuable film and just reveal the character's impact right from the get go? It just makes it so much easier...." Joel put his hand on Crow's shoulder. "Crow, if they did that, all movies would be short, boring and pointless. It'd be worse than an independent film festival! And just think how hard it would be to MST a film that short....Not to mention how many of them Dr. Forrester could send us per episode. Think about it." "Eek. I never thought of it that way!" Crow replied as he saved his work and shut off the computer. "I guess plot does have a place in stories after all...." Suddenly the red light flashed on the console. "Shake a leg, guys, Sam and Max are calling," Joel said as he gave the red light a light tap. * * * DEEP 13 "Greetings, Inhumanoids! Before I reveal the evil that lies within our invention for the week, why don't you go first?" Dr. Forrester said with an evil grin. Joel reached behind the counter and placed a heart shaped plastic container on the counter. "It's a bottle of pink colored shaving cream! The perfect valentine's gift for your hubby's stubble or your girlfriend's legs! It comes in a variety of scents from cinnamon to chocolate and best of all, it comes with 2 free gift certificates. One for a free box of chocolates at your local candy store and the other for a free two week trial period at your local fitness center. What'd think, sirs?" Dr. Forrester nodded. "Very trendy, Joel. Although *red* colored shaving cream would've be better since it allows for more opportunities for nasty frat pranks. But that's just my opinion. Now, as for my invention....Frank, if you'd come this way...." Frank slowly walked towards the screen, dragging a portable life support machine on wheels alongside him. Frank's face was quite pale as he held a box of chocolates in front of him. "Now, normally...." Dr. Forrester continued. "Valentine's Day has stores everywhere selling chocolate hearts and yet the other major organs in the body are always passed over. Therefore, I've invented a box of assorted chocolate body organs!" Cambot zoomed in as Dr. Forrester pointed to the various chocolates. "See, here we have a chocolate liver, which I've filled with a delicious butterscotch rum filling....And over here, we have a chocolate funny bone, which I inserted with a delightful marshmallow marrow....and these lungs are actually fruit roll ups with a chocolate shell...." Joel and the bots facefaulted. "Ah, I see you've figured out where they came from. Good for you! Now, as for your experiment this week, in keeping with our Valentine theme, we've dug up a spam e-mail advertising a refreshing site that displays pictures of women that aren't all supermodels or crowning achievements of plastic surgery. Just the opposite, actually." Dr. Forrester chuckled. "So steel yourselves for the atrocity that is 'The Ugliest Women on the Net!' Send them the fanfic, Frank...." Frank remained motionless. "Oops, I almost forgot!" Dr. Forrester exclaimed as he fiddled with the life support panels. Frank suddenly jerked to life as he walked over to the file cabinet to find the fanfic, the machine maintaining his vital functions. Dr. Forrester turned back to the camera to see Joel and the bots glaring at him. "Oh, will you relax!" Dr. Forrester said to them. "The life support machine will keep him alive and I've got plenty of spare body parts to replace the ones I made into chocolates. Besides, he asked for it! He actually had the AUDACITY to think about his stomach when Larry's coming over here to kill...." Suddenly the doorbell rang again. "Clay? It's me, Larry. Are you home?" Dr. Forrester's eye grew wide as he looked over at the door. Then he turned back to the screen. "Uh, I'll be seeing you later...." * * * SATELLITE OF LOVE As the screen blinked off, Crow suddenly exclaimed. "Awww! I wanted to see what happened!" "But why, Crow? Shouldn't the fact that we know Dr. Forrester is going to die at Larry's hand be enough to satisfy our curiosity?" Tom teased. "Oh, bite me!" Crow retorted. Suddenly alarms and sirens suddenly rang out. "OHHHH, WE'VE GOT SHORTY SIGN!!!" Joel cried out. (Door 6: It slides open on both sides..) (Door 5: It's made of beads. They explode out towards you, and you move on..) (Door 4: It falls toward you, missing your foot by inches.) (Door 3: It's a castle gate, that rises into the ceiling..) (Door 2. It's solid black marble. An Akahn floats from behind you and touches the door. The door vanishes.) (Door 1: It splits in four ways, twice.) (Door .7: A beam of golden light erupts from the floor. You walk into it.) Joel emerged from the light into the theater with Tom in his arms, Crow emerging a moment later and following close behind. Stepping over the air grate that prevented Tom from entering the theater on his own, Joel placed him down on one of the theater seats and sat next to him, Crow sitting on his right. >The Ugliest Women On The Net! Tom: And the ugly men that love them! On the next Ricki Lake! Crow: You mean like Alanis Morisette? >EJlE66k5@hotmail.com wrote: Crow: Oh, look, a randomly generated address. This can't be spam, not at *all*... Joel: Oh, my Empress Shion... Tom: So who is your favorite Kazei 5 lady, anyway? Crow: I like Marta. I especially like Marta with Ling-Ling. And I really like Marta with Ling-Ling and Shion with a big tub full of whipped cream. Joel: You knew he was going to say that, didn't you? >Do you have "Different" tastes? Tom: Different from what? Joel: Besides, bitter, sweet, sour, and salty? Ummm....nope! Crow: Um... well, y'know, there's different strokes for different folks... Tom: And most of them end up going to prison. >Are you intrigued by the bizarre, the kooky, the kinky, and the >downright grotesque -as long as it keeps it's distance? Tom: Are you one of those who don't know the difference between "its" and "it's?" Joel: Why, yes, I watch Oprah Winfrey every day, why? Crow: No! I want the bizarre, the kooky, the kinky, and the downright grotesque right in front me! In fact, I want it to do a lap dance for me! Tom: A lap dance from Paul Bearer in a leather speedo? You're *weird*. Crow: AUUUUUGHHH!!! BAD MENTAL IMAGE!!! >Do you enjoy seeing unspeakably horrific photos of hideously ugly >women naked? All: No. Joel: You know, there's no right answer to that. >Then have we got a deal for you! Crow: Now's here's something we hope you'll really hate! Tom: This is going to hurt, isn't it, Joel? Joel: Yep. Crow: Um... I'll take a number seven, and could you NOT super-size it? Tom: And for god's sake, DON'T ask what's in the secret sauce! >If you've been on the internet for any length of time, Joel: ... then chances are you will never know the sweet touch of a woman. Crow: Ouch. >you've no doubt visited some of the many adult websites which feature >photographs/videoclips of beautiful women naked. Crow: Hey, Joel, are there really websites like that? Joel: When you're older, honey. Tom: Actually I visit the adult websites which featured photographs/videoclips of beautiful fish naked. Joel: Ah, those small mouthed bass give me the willies.... Crow: I want bass-fucking pictures and I want em now! Tom: And I want live streaming bass sex shows IN MY BROWSER! Joel: Guys.... >You've probably said to yourself: "Sure, beautiful women are ok for >those fat-cats in Washington, Joel: Unless your name is Bill Clinton. Tom: No, beautiful women are okay for me! Hundreds of them! All naked and covered in hot wax and... Crow: Fat Cats? Does the Rescue Rangers know about this? >but where can an average Joe like myself find some pictures of butt-ugly >women in their birthday suits?" Joel: Of course! I say that to myself every morning! Crow: I dunno. Your family album? Tom: The rest of the girl can be perfect but the butt *must* be ugly or I'm just not interested! >Well look no further pal, your prayers have been answered! Crow: Spam is dead? Joel: Prayers, Crow, not miracles. Crow: Rats! >You are about to enter the world's most spectacular archive of skanky >nudie photos. Tom: Yes, they're skanky and they're SPECTACULAR! Joel: It's a skanky world after all.... Crow: Please keep your hands inside your pants at all times during your visit. And please, no flash photography. >Some of the photos we have unearthed have been locked away in vaults >for years. Joel: Then we tricked Geraldo into thinking they contained Al Capone's money and he cracked them open for us! Ha! What a maroon! >You'll chill at the nauseating pale flesh of the human whale woman! Tom: But we've already seen pictures of Monica Lewinsky. Crow: Bing! That's a big one zero on the burn-o-meter! >You'll marvel at the sight of the oldest stripper on earth! Joel: Son-in-law! If you marry Shampoo, I'll give you a lap dance! Crow and Tom: Ick, ick, ick.... >For the first time in forty years, you will be able to see the human gorilla >woman perform the hula-dance of forbidden pleasures! Tom: Yes, it's Curious Georgina! Now appearing at a strip bar or traveling circus near you! Joel: Soon to star in her first major film role: Showchimps! >All for only $4.95!! Crow: Come on by and visit our bargain bin of shame! >Once inside, you will be astounded by color photographs of some of >nature's cruelest oddities. Tom: No black and white grainy photos here! Our Ugly women are live and in living color! Joel: Where's the Monster Murk from Rainbow Brite when we REALLY need him? Crow: Tom: Heh, actually, the gimmicks John Tenta, Giant Silva and Kurrigan got stuck with *WAS* rather cruel.... >We've got women so fat, All: HOW....FAT....WERE....THEY? >you'll need a 20" monitor. Crow: ....placed on both sides of *your* monitor just to see the love handles! Tom: Huh huh huh mine's bigger than that. >We've got 'crackwhore skinny' women. Joel: We've got Somali women who are emaciated from lack of food. Near-total starvation! Oh, what fun! >We've got bald women. Crow: They're *BALD*, Jerry! Tom: Sinead O' Connor. Woo hoo. >Hairy women. Joel: Rapunzel? Tom: Yohko Mano? Crow: Linda Tripp? Joel: She's not hairy, is she? Crow: No one really knows....and no one wants to find out. >Old women. Crow: New women, blue women, borrowed women.... Tom: Estelle Getty?!? Noooooo!!! >And women so ugly they'll make you fall to your knees and curse the >day you purchased a modem! Joel: Actually, it's spam like this that makes me do that. Tom: They've got a webpage for ugly? You better put Ester in there and rename it www.ugly.com! >Did we mention that, for a limited time, we are offering lifetime >memberships for only $4.95!!? Tom: Why, yes, you did! Joel: My lifetime, or your site's? Crow: Lifetime for a limited time? Guess that makes 'em the gods, eh? >So take your phone off of the hook, Joel: The spam is coming from inside the house! >pull the window shades, lock the doors, Tom: Activate the burglar alarm, buy a semi-automatic, tease your dog, set bear traps on the floor, swing wildly at the air with a baseball bat.... Joel: Yeah, lord knows you wouldn't want someone to walk into your house uninvited and blab your sick fetish with ugly women to EVERYBODY.... >make sure that the neighbors are without suspicion, and brace >yourself for the most terrifying experience of your life... Crow: And what better way not to arouse suspicion than to give them the impression that you're hiding something! Joel: Um... how can I get onto this web site? The modem won't work if the phone's off the hook. Tom: I think you're better off, Joel. >THE GALLERY OF UGLY WOMEN! Crow: SHOUT FOR US BY NAME! >To enter the gallery, visit our website: Tom: All those in favor of deleting the address so these dorks don't make any money off our MSTing? Joel and Crow: Aye! Tom: So be it. >********************************************************* >************ Joel: Oh, those must be the stars Ed McMahon is always searching for.... >This message was sent to you by Overseas Internet Promotions, >Inc. of Miami, Fl. Crow: Joel, is Miami overseas from where we are? Joel: We're in a satellite, Crow. Crow: Oh yeah. Tom: Hey, aren't these the same guys that helped promote subliminally seducing women instantly? Crow: Yeah, next thing you know, they'll promote a service for hermaphrodites that want to view erotic pictures of animated cats.... Joel: Urrrgh....Please don't go there, Crow....My stomach's queasy enough. >If you have a product or service you would like >promoted, we can help! Crow: Hello, Overseas Internet Promotions, Inc? I'm trying to auction off my collection of dog vomit! Joel: Hello? Yes, I have this product I'd like promoted. It's a device that allows spam to instantly be removed from your e-mail and replicated 1000 times back to the person that sent it. Hello? Hello? Anyone there? >Call today: 305-668-7502 Tom: And please: call collect! >********************************************************* >************* Crow: Do stars clean themselves with meteor showers? Joel: Nah, they take milk baths once a week in our galaxy. >********************************************************* >********************* Crow: Well, I've got my moonbeams in a jar, now where'd I put my swing? Tom: Ah, yes, the ancient internet tradition of adding stars at the end of an spam e-mail.... Joel: Or snowflakes, whichever you prefer.... >This message was sent to you by Overseas Internet Promotions, Inc. of >Miami, Fl. Tom: Deja Vu! Joel: It was so nice, they spammed us twice! >If you would like your website promoted, give us a call! Crow: Yeah, being promoted by a service that endorses Subliminally Seducing Women and Ugly Women being exploited can't possibly hurt your own website.... >305-668-7502 Tom: Ironically, their phone number matches Sally Struthers measurements exactly! Joel: Tom.... >*********************************************************** >******************* Crow: Roger that, Dispatch. Stars appear to be armed and dangerous! Proceeding with extreme caution. Tom: Huh? What are you talking about? Crow: Cause they're 'shooting stars'! Hehehehe....get it? Tom: Oh. Hahaha. That is funny. Crow: Oh, you try coming up with original star and/or snow riffs for every MSTing! Joel: ....and keep watching the stars! Tom: Like that? Crow: Oh, both of you can bite me! I'm outta here! (Crow leaves the theater in a huff) Joel: I was just trying to help. Let's go Tommy. (Joel picks up Tom and walks towards the exit.) * * * SATELLITE OF LOVE Joel noticed the red button flashing on the console as he and the bots entered the bridge. Joel gave it a tap and the viewscreen came to life. "Hi, Joel! Long time no see!" a hauntingly familiar voice could be heard. Joel and the bots gawked at the screen. "L...Larry? Is that you?" Dr. Lawrence Erhardt beamed at them through black framed glasses. He was now wearing a black labcoat over his double breasted suit. Behind him, stood T.V's Frank, fully healed and with a contented smirk on his face. "Boy, it's great to be back guys! You have no idea how long I've been waiting for the chance to be here again!" Larry continued in his whiny voice. "I just wanted to let you know that I'll be continuing the experiments from now on...." "WHAT?!?" the MSTing exclaimed, shocked. "B....But what happened to Dr. Forrester?" Joel inquired. Larry paused for a moment, glancing back at Frank who smiled happily. "Oh, Clay decided to take a long overdue vacation and left me in charge till he gets back....assuming I feel like letting him out." "Letting him out?" Tom inquired. "Well....since Clay trapped me in 'Earth Vs. The Spider', I thought it was only fair I trap him in a bad movie for a while and see how *HE* likes it!" Larry giggled. "But how did you manage to trick him into...." Crow began. Larry gestured at Frank. "He jabbed him in the back with a hypo after opening the door. The rest was easy." "Frank betrayed Dr. F?" Tom asked, surprised. "Can you blame him after Dr. Forrester made candy from his internal organs? Not to mention all the other horrible things he's done to him over the years...." Larry pointed out. "Enough was enough and it was time for a change," Frank added, trying his best not to sound like Owen Hart. "Wow, that's was really devious and sneaky of you guys," Crow said. "THANK YOU!!!" Larry and Frank replied at the same time. "Oh, well since Dr. F isn't around anymore, couldn't you bring the satellite down so we can finally escape from it?" Joel asked politely. Larry gave a sad smile. "I'm afraid not, Joel. Even if it didn't go against my base instincts as a mad scientist, there really wouldn't be much of a show without you three, now would there?" Joel sighed. "I guess not. But couldn't you at least send us some decent spam for a change?" "This isn't the Satellite of Hat....er....another satellite in another universe that I'm not supposed to know about!" Larry quickly recovered. "But don't worry, I won't send you any Oscarfics if I can help it." Larry retrieved today's experiment from the computer. "File this, Frank." he said as he handed it to Frank. "No problem, Dr. E!" Frank replied, looking deliriously happy as he went to file the experiment. "Until next time, Billy Joel!" Larry added as he pushed the button. "Oh, one more thing!" Joel called out. "I was just curious as to what film you stuck Dr. F into?" Larry smiled. * * * "Uhhhhhh....my aching back....what the hell happened?" Dr. Forrester rolled over in what appeared to be a bed. He felt like he had weights around his stomach and his skin and hair felt very greasy. Puzzled, Dr. F rose to his feet and glanced around at what appeared to be the interior of an apartment. "What in the hell....?" Dr. Forrester exclaimed as he rushed over to the bathroom and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.... ....and saw Mitchell looking back at him. After a few moments of prodding and a long hard pitch to make sure he wasn't having a nightmare, Dr. Forrester sighed while thinking to himself.... "Oh well. At least I'll get to sleep with Linda Evans." THE REAL END And so ends the second chapter of my 'Shorty' series, finished just in time for Valentine's Day, thanks in no small part to assistance from Gary Kleppe and Lynxara, to whom I am very grateful to. :) I decided to start MSTing other stuff besides Anime MSTings in order to expand and grow. My first taste of this came with working with Lynxara on Post 105 of her 'Mystery Wrestling Theater 3000' Series and now I hope to continue to expand with MSTings of ads such as this and other areas in the future. I still plan to continue MSTing the anime stuff, as it's way too much fun to give up. My 20th Anime MSTing is nearly finished and it should hopefully provide plenty of laughs. :) I hope you enjoyed this and C&C is very welcome. (fcasper@yesic.com) Megane 6.7 Tribute Page http://members.xoom.com/RyanMercury/megane.html Megane 6.7 Fanfiction http://members.xoom.com/RyanMercury/megfics.html Shinji's Vault of Anime MSTings http://lefty.simplenet.com/svam/ SEASON ONE ------------------ 101- "GAMES" by Artemis (SM Lemon) 102- "ARTEMIS'S LOVER" (Original Draft) by Oscar (SM Lemon) 103- "SAILOR JUPITER VS. GODZILLA" by The Flashman (SM/GODZILLA CROSSOVER) 104- "JUDGE BRAINITITE" by Dr. Thinker (SM Fanfic) w/short "RANMA 1/2: ACCUSED PT. 1" by Karmin (R1/2 Fanfic) 105- "THE WAR" by M. Llave (R1/2 Fanfic) 106- "TRANSITIONS" by Richard Lawson (Nuku Nuku Fanfic) 107- "HELLRAISERS" (Original Draft) by Aaron Eaton (La Blue Girl/Overfiend/Original Crossover) 108- "MEN OF BOKKEN" by M. Llave (R1/2 Fanfic) 109- "BISHOUJO SENSHI ROYAL RUMBLE" by Ken Hoinsky (SM/WWF Crossover) w/short "THE DINNER PARTY" by Chris Curzon (SM/RL Crossover) 110- "XMAS SPECIAL: SAILOR MOON MEETS FATHER CHRISTMAS" by Dr. Thinker (SM Christmas Fanfic) SEASON TWO ------------------- 201- "THAT GIRL" PT. 1-2 by Oscar (SM Lemon) 202- "VIRGIN WARRIOR SAILOR MOON" by Umino (SM Lemon) 203- "*R*P*M*" by Flynn (SM Fanfic) 204- "RANKO'S LIFE" PT. 1-2 by Hitomi Ichinohei (R1/2 Fanfic) 205- "TRAPPED" by Mr_Jazz (SM Lemon) 206- "OSCAR TOON" PT. 1-4 by Oscar (SM/DBZ/WB Crossover) 207- "CALIFORNIA DREAMING" by Shakari (Mutiple Crossovers) 208- "A RANMA 1/2 FANFIC" PT. 1-2 by Sheep (R1/2 Fanfic) 209- "TRIANGLE TANGLE" by CATS (SM Lemon) SHORTY! ------------- 101- SUBLIMINALLY SEDUCE WOMEN INSTANTLY! 102- THE UGLIEST WOMEN ON THE NET! 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