--------------------------------- Note 3 New 15K rate *** A Story by Dr. Graper *** 10/18/78 6:59 pm lynch / udplato / unidel Dear Friends: Honestly, I think this university is run by retards, man. Yeah. That's about all I've got to say. He stared at the terminal screen, waiting for an answer. "Shhh!" a short female at the adjacent terminal said, pressing a raised finger to her lips. Evidently, people weren't supposed to talk while in the PLATO room. "What?" he asked. He really didn't need to ask, but he knew that it would annoy the people in the room even more. The female shushed him again. "Shhh what??" he rhetorically asked, this time even louder. A thin, effeminate male at another terminal violently pulled his headsets off. "Can't you keep quiet!" he said in a firm hushed sort of voice, "I'm trying to listen to this machine." The offender looked sheepishly at the floor. ---------------------------------------- Response 1 of 2 *** A Story by Dr. Graper *** 10/18/78 7:00 pm lynch / udplato / unidel "Sorry," he said. The effeminate looking male went "Hrumph!" and settled back into working on his silly music program. The offensive programmer (henceforth known as Doc) smiled and watched the thin little fellow. He would listen to his music program, turn and write something on a piece of paper, press the screen and listen to the program again. He did this again and again, look/turn/write/press/listen look/turn/write/press/listen time after time. Doc pretended to investigate some wires leading from a terminal under the table. Actually, he was crawling under the table towards the thin fellow's plato. Finally, Doc was all the way down under that long stretch of tables and right under the thin fellow's terminal. He peeked up from the other side and saw him looking/turning/writing/pressing and listening. Waiting for him to go into his turn, doc was poised behind the music box. Once his attention was turned away, doc reached up and set the funny music box on 30. Crawling back out from under the table, ---------------------------------------- Response 2 of 2 *** A Story by Dr. Graper *** 10/18/78 7:02 pm lynch / udplato / unidel he heard the 30X musical tone blarsting through the fellow's headsets. It was very funny. But upon crawling out from under the table, there were two university security agents, big and strong. "So you're Dr. Graper," one of the big bullying brains-of-pus security agents said, patting his spiked nightstick against his hairy hand. "Yeah," his equally grotesque companion grunted. The two of them began to laugh. "We're supposed to 'remove' Dr. Graper, if you knows what we means," one said. "Yeah," the other replied. "I can't see what you want with me," Doc replied, hands behind his back, "I haven't done anything wrong." "Heh, the hell you ain't!" "Yeah, the hell you ain't!" The first officer smiled doltishly and flipped out his notebook. "It says here that you. . . .you. . . uh . . ." He scratched his head.