After sleeping on it, RepentivePete realizes that his poor comrades have been trapped in a darstardley time warp. :ah_oh: If we don't find a way out of this distortion, poor old Planey, the Captain, :heart: Flyer and palexxxx are doomed to spend the rest of their days rotating thru NES posts trying vainly to rescue their Hero (Me). :yuk:
CaptainKirkPete realizes that the missing golf ball from his deluxe model Godfreys automatic self loading pogo stick, had ripped a hole in the space continueum and sucked off :confused: our intrepid players into a never ending space loop. :black_eye:thumb_down
"I need a tracheon pulse" SpaceCadetPete said to himself, "although a lazer pistol set to stun just might do the trick." Then, VulcanPete used his logic - dark matter - and lots of it. Bless poor old planey :heart: 'cause he's given me the answer - CURRY ;)
SpockPete had the answer. :thumb_up: He must get all of his captured buddies to consume the curry and if he could organise a concentrated, co-ordinated effort - there'd be enought dark matter flying around :black_eye: to kill anything :yuk: - even a space warp loop continuem thingy.
Thus the curry was ordered, delivered and consumed. :ah_oh: SealedInALeadSuitPete sat down and waited for the result. :big_grin: He didn't have to wait long.......
regards
:big_grin::big_grin:
PS OK - I've got you guys out of the S:censored:, can we move on to bigger and better things - please. i_dunno (I'm back) :big_grin: