New Cirran Science Facility. Sublevel 27: Experimental Technologies.

Present: Wesser and our team of intrepid troubleshooters -- Brian Sullivan, Dave Moore, Heresy, and Amanda Hocker.

Two technicians eagerly wheel in a large cart piled high with bizarre looking equipment. Modified cone rifles and multi-barreled lasers protrude from the cart. Nasty looking devices with multi-bladed attachments abound.

WE: ((Turning to look at the cart)) Not this one, you botbrains! All this stuff has already been tested. Go get the other cart.

Heresy and Dave wistfully watch the cart being wheeled away.

BS: Oh great! We get untested equipment.

WE: Not to worry. Our products are of the highest manufacturing quality. Don't pay attention to what Sherry says in The Scandal Sheet.

AH: I read that the NCSF contracts its labor from Kathie Lee Gifford.

WE: NOT TRUE! Besides, it's easier for small hands to assemble our products since there are so many tiny parts. Why, there's usually only a few leftover parts when the assembly is done.

BS: ((Sarcastic)) This just gets better and better...

The two techs return with another cart.

WE: ((Goes to the cart)) Ok then. Let's see what we have today...

WE: Here 'ya go Brian. ((Throws a hiking-backpack-sized object at Brian))

BS: Uff! What's this? Some kind of rocket pack?

WE: Not just a rocket pack! It's a NCSF Rocket Pack / Expresso Machine (tm)! Here's the manual. ((Hands Brian a book the size of the Metro Yellow Pages))

BS: Gee, just what I wanted for Christmas.

AH: ((Smacks Brian)) Would you stop it with the wisecracks?

BS: Oww! ((Raises hand to hit Amanda, remembers what the Goddess said at the briefing and lowers hand)) (I'll get you later for this, Amanda)

AH: (In your dreams, Commie Mutant Traitor Scum!)

DM: ((Getting in between Brian and Amanda, one arm on Brian's shoulder, one on Amanda's)) Ah, young love! Gets me right here. ((Pounds chest with fist, Belches loudly)) Uuurrrppp! Whoops, exsqueeze me!