Quest for the Golden Waffle/Archived Inclusions

Okay, you know the drill. This is where people can post bits of the story before they've happened. --Sir Kwiksilver of TARDIS- Someone set us up the bomb. 10:29, 29 May 2009 (UTC)

The Destroyers of Fax Machines, Past, Present and Future
I'm planning on writing a bit where Icmer in Nyc's final descendant teleports Explorer and the gang to the distant future to confront them and avenge the destroying of his family's appliances. It will be very funny, very random and very, very Icmer.--Sir Kwiksilver of TARDIS- Someone set us up the bomb. 10:29, 29 May 2009 (UTC)

The Troublesome Trio and Fred materialized in a dark room.

"Hey, who turned out the lights?" cried Barkjon.

Explorer flipped a switch on the wall. The light revealed a dingy ballroom. The paint was peeling off the walls, ancient furniture was covered in cobwebs. It was a mess.

A loud voice sounded, making everybody jump.

"Finally. Finally," it said.

Fred looked around for the voice, then shouted, "Who are you?"

"You may remember the fax machine."

A giant hologram fax machine appeared next to Happyface.

"You destroyed it, Explorer. With the paper cup."

A projection lit up on the walls. It showed Explorer throwing away a smoothie cup, which broke through the walls of the rubbish chute, catching a knife that cut a string holding a giant calculator, which in turn, destroyed the fax machine.

"Or maybe I should go further back," the voice boomed, "To the typewriter."

A giant typewriter appeared. The projection cut to Explorer slipping on a rolling pin, which destroyed the typewriter.

"You also destroyed it, Explorer."

"Or maybe I should go a bit more recent. To the CyberType."

A keyless keyboard appeared, then was destroyed by a plastic water bottle.

"Happyface, you did that."

"Every appliance my family received," boomed the voice, becoming a bit emotional, "You people destroyed it! You are the destroyers of fax machines, past, present and future!"

"My family was at first not sure it was you, but we found out. We found out, all right. I am the last of my family. I vowed to get vengeance on you people. And I shall..."

Spotlights suddenly lit up, and focused on the owner of the voice. It was a penguin, wearing tattered clothes. He looked remarkably like Icmer In Nyc.

"Icmer?" said Explorer, "What are you doing here?"

"I am not Icmer in Nyc. I am the Last Icmer! Sign this!"

The Last Icmer shoved pieces of paper at Explorer, Happyface, Barkjon and Fred. They inspected the paper, then signed it.

"You are now the proud owners of these four portable fax machines," said The Last Icmer, "Now deal with this!"

The Last Icmer pulled out a golf club and smashed the fax machines furiously to the confused gaze of the Troublesome Trio and Fred.