Thursday, October 7, 2010

"Peter And The Museum" Page 7 and 8

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4 comments:

Rubberduck said...

Ooh, so much to comment on!

Ladies and gentlemen, here we have Chekhov's Exhibition of Antique Firearms and Weaponry. Check back later for more insight.

[“It wasn’t white?!” Peter shook his head. “You’re sure?” “Yes I’m sure! I looked right at it!”]

I'm imagining this as a conversation between two white explorers in Africa for the first time. I'm sure I'm going to hell for laughing...

Investigated shark sizes: it's possible for both hammerheads and great whites to be 10ft long. But it'd have to be a fairly small great white and a fairly large hammerhead.

Sharks were around when dinosaurs were around. Dinosaurs aren't here now. Jaws wins. Dinosaur zombies, on the other hand...

Geesq: A goose street gang. What? It worked for squirtles!

daymon34 said...

That smell will probably make Peter jumpy for the rest of his life. Having a bunch of hands reaching for you isn't something you forget.

And yes all those guns would keep Gwen quite happy. I put an internet cookie on the guns being used to stop what ever wakes up.

Um the Mummy's friend said...

You know what would be a cool twist? If the monster was whatever set the curse on the mummy, rather than the mummy himself.

Why is the mummy always the bad guy, huh?!?

Darren said...

Rubberduck -
Haha! Nice literary/writing-how-to reference!

Hmmm, maybe I'll change that about the sharks.

I'll give you some points, but I hardly think it's fair making it a three-way brawl between T. Rex, Jaws, and a freakin' asteroid.

daymon34 -
Ha! I'll raise you TWO internet cookies they DON'T!

Um the Mummy's friend -
Usually, the thing that comes back to life is the bad guy.

J.C. and Lazarus excluded.

And Frank, too, although he wasn't exactly a model citizen. He's reformed, though...

V-word: disea. A malady whose incorrect diagnosis is realized halfway through announcing the prognosis.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Thompson, you have a fatal disea...oh, never mind. My bad."