Philip Coutts
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Community Event / Creation Abraka Drabble The Old Official Drabble THIS IS AN EX THREAD IT IS DEADED
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A new religion
The congregation gathered before the holy relic.
“Behold the almighty Laser!” cried the priest.
The crowd gazed in awe. It was 3 months since the giant beam laser fell from the sky onto their backwater planet. They took it as A Sign.
“The Laser watches over us! Its blazing light makes us pure.”
“Pew pew!” intoned the crowd as one.
“Protect us, oh Laser, from the darkness.”
“Pew pew!” intoned the crowd.
“People, we have enshrined the great Laser in our new cathedral to worship it day after day. One final detail now remains…. Where shall we sit?”
“Pew pew?”
The congregation gathered before the holy relic.
“Behold the almighty Laser!” cried the priest.
The crowd gazed in awe. It was 3 months since the giant beam laser fell from the sky onto their backwater planet. They took it as A Sign.
“The Laser watches over us! Its blazing light makes us pure.”
“Pew pew!” intoned the crowd as one.
“Protect us, oh Laser, from the darkness.”
“Pew pew!” intoned the crowd.
“People, we have enshrined the great Laser in our new cathedral to worship it day after day. One final detail now remains…. Where shall we sit?”
“Pew pew?”
Ambush!
It had been a tense and gruelling day, stalking a gang through the inner rings of Hathor. The trap had closed like clockwork, the police Vipers englobing the pirates rag tag vessels, a bloodless surrender, the safe release of their hostages. Pilot Officer Shen closed her apartment door and relaxed.
“Pew, pew!”
Shen staggered back as a small shape jumped at her from the shadows. She grabbed her assailant under the arms and swung her up above her head.
“I got you mummy!”
Shen clutched her giggling daughter to her.
“Someday dear, you’ll save handsome princes from terrible pirates too.”
It had been a tense and gruelling day, stalking a gang through the inner rings of Hathor. The trap had closed like clockwork, the police Vipers englobing the pirates rag tag vessels, a bloodless surrender, the safe release of their hostages. Pilot Officer Shen closed her apartment door and relaxed.
“Pew, pew!”
Shen staggered back as a small shape jumped at her from the shadows. She grabbed her assailant under the arms and swung her up above her head.
“I got you mummy!”
Shen clutched her giggling daughter to her.
“Someday dear, you’ll save handsome princes from terrible pirates too.”
Life as a Station Fireman
“It is a busy job as a fireman on Azeban station dealing with the fires and debris from crashing ships inside the station."
“It is a full time 24 hour a day job but with good pay and good health insurance to cover the danger.”
“Especially when working in the low gravity environment and the threat of ships colliding with you.”
“Not to mention the rare occasions when the station systems mistakes you for a craft with no landing permission...”
The alarm sounds...
“Come on lads”
“Pew, Pew, Barney Mcgrew, Cuthbert, Dibble and Grubb”
“Lets get to that fire asap.”
“It is a busy job as a fireman on Azeban station dealing with the fires and debris from crashing ships inside the station."
“It is a full time 24 hour a day job but with good pay and good health insurance to cover the danger.”
“Especially when working in the low gravity environment and the threat of ships colliding with you.”
“Not to mention the rare occasions when the station systems mistakes you for a craft with no landing permission...”
The alarm sounds...
“Come on lads”
“Pew, Pew, Barney Mcgrew, Cuthbert, Dibble and Grubb”
“Lets get to that fire asap.”
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Puntasia
Commander Smirk was in a church, hiding between two rows of chairs.
Two firemen from New Trumpton sneaked in. Each fireman was holding a lump of plutonium they had stolen from Princeton University.
The commander jumped up, brandishing both his laser pistols. "I thought you would come here to try to stash your swag. Give me that radioactive material!"
The firemen were like sheep caught in the headlights of a surface vehicle, specifically like female sheep. The sight of the two laser pistols pointing in their faces caused them to relieve themselves.
The commander commented twice on the pungent smell.
Commander Smirk was in a church, hiding between two rows of chairs.
Two firemen from New Trumpton sneaked in. Each fireman was holding a lump of plutonium they had stolen from Princeton University.
The commander jumped up, brandishing both his laser pistols. "I thought you would come here to try to stash your swag. Give me that radioactive material!"
The firemen were like sheep caught in the headlights of a surface vehicle, specifically like female sheep. The sight of the two laser pistols pointing in their faces caused them to relieve themselves.
The commander commented twice on the pungent smell.
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Ian Phillips
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Frank, you spelled that wrong. it's "Pew, Pew", not "Phew, Phew" !
The further the spelling from the actual word the worse the pun, and so the better the pun.
Ian Phillips
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Just 6 entries so far.
Come on guys and gals, the beta mustn't take your lives over....spare some Pew, Pew for your local friendly drabble thread!
Come on guys and gals, the beta mustn't take your lives over....spare some Pew, Pew for your local friendly drabble thread!
Philip Coutts
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Ian Phillips
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looks like you might be getting your wish
Philip Coutts
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Come on Drabblers, there must be some more or is everyone either playing Beta or the Dogfighting module from SC?
It's not an easy subject it looks like all the main angles have already been covered. I'll give it a try, though I've got other stuff to do, like 2 episodes of Dockers and one of Lave Radio to get around to listening to.
An anachronistic case of mistaken identity
Commander John Silver sat nursing a drink at the bar of the Thargoid-and-Fer-de-Lance. He heard a sinister tap-tap-tapping from the walkway outside the bar. The bar door swung open.
A man with a white stick lurched into the bar. He was clearly blind. He listened, tapped his way to the bar, sniffed the air and approached the Commander.
"Commander Silver?"
"Aye, that be I."
"I have summink for ye."
"Huh?" A plastic card with a black spot was placed in his hand.
The blind man left quickly.
The Commander chased him in panic.
"Pew? Pew! You've got the wrong Silver!"
Commander John Silver sat nursing a drink at the bar of the Thargoid-and-Fer-de-Lance. He heard a sinister tap-tap-tapping from the walkway outside the bar. The bar door swung open.
A man with a white stick lurched into the bar. He was clearly blind. He listened, tapped his way to the bar, sniffed the air and approached the Commander.
"Commander Silver?"
"Aye, that be I."
"I have summink for ye."
"Huh?" A plastic card with a black spot was placed in his hand.
The blind man left quickly.
The Commander chased him in panic.
"Pew? Pew! You've got the wrong Silver!"
Absolutely right! I think I just scraped the bottom of the barrel!
Old school memories
A small boy runs past shouting 'Pew, Pew' at his friend. Looks like they are playing Security and Pirates. Some things never change.
It's been years since I was last in a school. The headteacher greets me. I'm here to talk about careers in space.
The young lad stops. His eyes widen as he spots my Pilot Federation badge.
'Hey mister, are you a space pilot?'.
I confirm that I am.
'Wow, cool'.
He runs away to tell his friends. It reminds me of my own school days. When I was his age, I was the one shouting 'pew, pew'.
A small boy runs past shouting 'Pew, Pew' at his friend. Looks like they are playing Security and Pirates. Some things never change.
It's been years since I was last in a school. The headteacher greets me. I'm here to talk about careers in space.
The young lad stops. His eyes widen as he spots my Pilot Federation badge.
'Hey mister, are you a space pilot?'.
I confirm that I am.
'Wow, cool'.
He runs away to tell his friends. It reminds me of my own school days. When I was his age, I was the one shouting 'pew, pew'.
Ian Phillips
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That's a 9 on the groan meter!
Brigade
“Oh Man did you see that Type 9 Blow?”
Space traffic controller Cant was shocked. The docking bay ahead of them was full of canisters. Each of them, slowly descending to the docking station bays in the micro gravity of Trumpton station.
“The idiot was trying to manually dock for the first time,” replied Murray, his assistant.
“What was he carrying?”
Murray called up the manifest. “Lets see, Clanger fertiliser, Ivor Engine Parts and ...Oh!’
“Chigley Explosives?” Cant asked.
Murry nodded.
Cant hit the emergency alert.
“Call out the Trumpton Fire Brigade; Pew, Pew, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble and Grub.”
“Oh Man did you see that Type 9 Blow?”
Space traffic controller Cant was shocked. The docking bay ahead of them was full of canisters. Each of them, slowly descending to the docking station bays in the micro gravity of Trumpton station.
“The idiot was trying to manually dock for the first time,” replied Murray, his assistant.
“What was he carrying?”
Murray called up the manifest. “Lets see, Clanger fertiliser, Ivor Engine Parts and ...Oh!’
“Chigley Explosives?” Cant asked.
Murry nodded.
Cant hit the emergency alert.
“Call out the Trumpton Fire Brigade; Pew, Pew, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble and Grub.”
Ian Phillips
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Thursday.
Can Yaffle collect the spangly jacket?
Can Yaffle collect the spangly jacket?
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