Other Character Email Nebulon/demolition
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Nebulon Email #11: demolition
Charles tells his history, the base is demolished, and Kevin plots his first direct attack.
Date: August 14, 2005
Characters: Nebulon, Charles, Ghype, Nobulen, The Piedmont, Saargtsson, Firey-Hot, Chorch, Martha, The Liekand, Brody, An Uptant, The Shadowy Figure, Kevin, Harvax XVII
Places: Nebulon's Computer Room, Saargtson's Science Fair, The Liekand's Main Hall, Melter Room, The Liekand's Courtyard, Warehouse O' Parts, Moon, Tower Of Command
Length: 155 Lines
Transcript
{The Nebulon, Charles and Ghype are sitting at the Mechy 1337.}
NEBULON: So, if NEB-1 was split into a microchip and a box, what happened to the box?
GHYPE: I haven't heard the one before!
NEBULON: Wha- it's not a joke! It's a question!
CHARLES: You should answer an email. Just to take your mind off it.
NEBULON: When has an email led to something uneventful happening?
CHARLES: Well, we have the camera on, and it's going to bore the viewers to watch you ponder.
NEBULON: Fine. Then I will answer an... email!
{Nebulon reads the email.}
Nebulon, I found your half-brother, Nobulen.
He has a cool style. He's the coolest alien I've
ever met. He's coming to meet you right now. You'd
BETTER leave a good impression for him.
Sayo-Sham-Sam
NEBULON: I have a half brother?
CHARLES: You have a cool family member?
GHYPE: You have parents?
NEBULON: {typing} Well, I'm not sure I should trust you, Mayo. But if he really is coming to meet me...
MECHY: You have a confrence call set up.
GHYPE: Is it answerable?
MECHY: Loading...
{An image of a completely green alien like Nebulon with sunglasses appears.}
NOBULEN: Ah-hel-hel-hello, little brother and his comrades!
GHYPE: My introduction is simple and sweet! I am the great Ghype, making your day pleasant, sunny, and delight!
CHARLES: Charles. Charmed.
NEBULON: I have a brother?
NOBULEN: Well, my less than perfect brother, Mom did indeed erase your memory! I'll tell you all about the past when I get to your base.
{The call ends.}
NEBULON: Whoa. I have a brother.
CHARLES: Odd. He did not seem like your brother.
GHYPE: We have a visitor? Minions!
{The Piedmont floats in.}
THE PIEDMONT: Yes?
GHYPE: Get ready for clean and tidy! We have guests soon.
THE PIEDMONT: I, ah, will relay your orders. You do know that only I and an Uptant remain in your forces, right?
CHARLES: Do not question your work!
{The Piedmont leaves.}
NEBULON: Do you two have any family?
CHARLES: I have some minion "brothers" and "sisters".
GHYPE: Yes I do! I do!
NEBULON: Well, we all know my history, so what's yours?
CHARLES: My beginnings? My programming was built by another Chorch.
{Fade to the Lava Zone.}
SAARGSSON: Thank you, Gaspau, for your science project "How to Clean Your Quarters" that I reccommended myself. And now, we have Chorch up for "The Shortcomings of Brain Cloning When Used With Lava."
CHORCH: Thanks. As you may know, elevators around here are really slippery. So after I cloned my brain chip, I went in a run to one of the elevators. Now, I slipped, and...
FIREY-HOT: You slipped? You din't even have feet! And wouldn't you fall off if you slipped?
CHORCH: Okay, fine. I dropped the brain chip into the lava on purpose to see what would happen. It jumped out and attatched itself to me.
SAARGGSON: This science fair is really boring and I'm going home if I don't get a free gift from you.
CHORCH: {rushed} So I put the brain chip into a robot and it works, but it keeps talking about how much this place sucks. Here he is.
{Charles comes out from backstage.}
CHARLES: Are you the snake of low intellegence that trapped me here?
FIREY-HOT: This should fill Tampo's quota for now.
SAARGGSON: Yesssss, but pleaaaaase be warned: I hold grudgessssss. And alllll my enemiessss perishhhhhh. Arrrrrgggghhhh!
{The scene disappears in a wave of lava.}
NEBULON: So that was when you were sent to Tampo? When the camera was dropped in the lava?
CHARLES: No. FedEx tried to deliever the package, but they missed Tampo. Tampo now uses UPS.
GHYPE: I delieve rain or shine, brain and spine!
NEBULON: So, where did you go?
CHARLES: To the president of FedEx.
{Cut to The Liekand's base.}
THE LIEKAND: {offscreen} Martha, if you can, screen the packages for scrap metal. I need to seal this crack in the plaster.
FROTZER SECRETARY: Yes, master. Do I tell the next people to come to die?
THE LIEKAND: I keep telling you, that was only for Stinkoman!
FROTZER SECRETARY: Well, Master, you are very unclear sometimes.
{She presses a button on her desk. Eventually, a box materializes in front of her.}
FROTZER SECRTARY: Metal.
THE LIEKAND: You have something resembling arms. Bring it up here.
{One carry later...}
THE LIEKAND: Thanks, Martha. Now throw this in the melter.
MARTHA: But that's back down the stairs!
THE LIEKAND: Sorry, hamburger.
{Another carry later...}
MARTHA: Who is this so heavy? Well...
{Charles bursts out.}
CHARLES: Hello there. Were you planning to drop me in there?
MARTHA: A Chorch? Oh, we can put you to work.
CHARLES: Yes, if "we" means "me", and if "work" means "relaxation".
MARTHA: No time for breaks!
CHARLES: You really do {scratchy, rusty} not {normal} get it?
MARTHA: Would you like to work in...
{Brody kicks the door in two.}
BRODY: Interesting way of treating our shipment.
MARTHA: The Liekand did it! It was all his fault!
BRODY: You know, Tampo did mention wanting a Frotzer...
MARTHA: Here's your shipment.
BRODY: Thank you. {to Charles} Did Sarrgsson ever give you any useful information?
CHARLES: I learned how... how to spy. But why would I want to work for you?
BRODY: I'll tell you why.
{They step out.}
{Brody walks a few steps, then kicks Charles to the ground.}
BRODY: Two reasons: I saved your skin, and, uh, saved your metal, and secondly, I don't like you.
{Brody moves his foot away.}
BRODY: I assume you understand?
{Cut back to Nebulon.}
CHARLES: ...and it follows from there.
GHYPE: Nice story! I liked the part where you talked! But now it is time for mine!
NEBULON: Uh, yeah, I know that one. I shoved some parts inside you, and for some regrettable reason...
{Smashing noices are heard.}
CHARLES: What is happening?
NEBULON: I have no idea, but Mechy, fly out of here.
MECHY: Yes.
{It flies out.}
GHYPE: To the entry level! The elevator!
NEBULON: Why do we want to go near the smashing?
CHARLES: Entertainment.
{Cut to the entry chamber. The Neby trio exits the elevator.}
NOBULEN: Bro!
{He smashes more glass.}
NOBULEN: Thanks for chosing BRO demilition: the only demilition where we try to be your friend!
NEBULON: But... I never signed up for this!
NOBULEN: Must have been someone's joke!
{He smashes a support.}
CHARLES: Why are you still wrecking the base?
NOBULEN: My mom told me to never give up!
NEBULON: Stop!
GHYPE: Okay, I'll do my Emegency Jibney Procedure!
NOBULEN: ARRRRUUUUGGGHHH! NOT - THAT - WORD!
CHARLES: I hate to interrupt your confrence, but without the base support...
{The camera pans up. The roof is beginning to collapse.}
NEBULON: Run!
{All three of them run out the door.}
NOBULEN: NEVER SAY THAT WORD! {loudest} EVER!
{The base collapses, and The Piedmont escapes, carrying an Uptant.}
NEBULON: So, what do we do now?
GHYPE: We can crash at my place and pad!
NEBULON: Tampo's warehouse? That's a little unsafe, wouldn't you say?
GHYPE: No! My old place, before I was sabatoged!
CHARLES: What did you say?
GHYPE: I am capeable of saying?
NEBULON: Sure. Take us to your place.
{Fade out. The screen remains black for two seconds, and fades back in to reveal the Tower of Command. The Shadowy Figure and Harvax XVII are sitting at a three-seated table.}
THE SHADOWY FIGURE: This had better be good. Do you KNOW how many appointments I have?
KEVIN: {offscreen, fading in} Six. One next month, and five spread out over the next ten years.
HARVAX XVII: Stop. Think. I can blast you away in a second, and getting edgy will ensure your death.
{Kevin enters.}
KEVIN: Trust me. I know exactly how I can kill Nebulon. Watch this slide...
{A picture of a child waving appears.}
THE SHADOWY FIGURE: Uh huh.
KEVIN: Wrong slide, sorry.
{A picture of The Unguraits appear.}
HARVAX XVII: The Unguraits?
KEVIN: There's no image of their present day form. But The Ungermaxers have left us their contact information.
THE SHADOWY FIGURE: How are they useful?
KEVIN: Transfiguration. All of Tampo's useless spies were tempted, but The Ungermaxers want money. And we have it.
HARVAX XVII: No complicated time travel?
KEVIN: I've given up on time travel. All I keep doing is creating universes.
THE SHADOWY FIGURE: Great. You can never contact me again unless you capture Nebulon. Good day.
{He leaves. Cut to the Mechy 1337 flying.}
{The Paper falls, saying "Email Nebulon at nebymail@nebulon.com!"}
Easter Eggs
- Click on the label that says "Mechy" to see:
SAARGTSSON: Did FedEx ever send us a "sent" notice?
FIREY-HOT: No, but we've won a tropical getaway.
Fun Facts
- Kevin is originally from the email pudding paradox.
- "Jibney" is an overused word from Imitation Strong Bad E-mails.
- Many things in the Saargtsson scene are from Other Character Email Saargtsson.
- "Sorry, hamburger" is the gameover message of Level -0 in the game Stinkoman 20X6.
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