From: Laura Hale Subject: NEW: Susan, Nog and the unamed Author Date: Thu, 13 Feb 1997 22:07:48 -0600 This is a semi-humourous piece that I wrote in Theology, Drama, PE and History class. I typed it upped and edited it. It basically is about Susan Ivanova. She is one of my favorite charectors. Please comment. Susan, Nog and the unamed author Written by Laura Hale fluffer@prodigy.net "Commander, chew my food." "No." "I paid plenty of Latinum strips for you. You will chew my food." Susan Ivanova sighed. She hated this thing. *How could Marcus be that cruel as to put me in a bacherlette auction and not even have enough dough to buy me.* "Chew my food." "Go to hell. Ferengi don't even exsist in this universe." "Tell that to the author." "What author?" "The one sitting at the table over there." Nog said as he pointed to a table where a teenager sat. The teenager waved at them before going back to eating chocolate chip pancakes and writing in her 101 dalmationsjournal. "I think you are nuts and NO! I will not chew your food." "I paid good money for this date." "I was tricked into this." "I paid good money for this. I wanted a grand send off by a beautiful lady before going to Starfleet Academy. You *WILL* chew my food." Susan stood up, looked a scared Nog in the eye and belted him one there. Nog fell to the ground immediatly and he curled into the fetal poistion, eyes rolling up in their sockets. Susan looked at the Author. The author looked at Susan. The look of fear in her eyes was unbelievable. The author scribbled in her 101 dalmations notebook. The author looked up. Susan took a step closer. The author dove under the table. Susan took a step closer, instinctively knowing the guy with the big ears was right. The author peered out from underneith the table cloth. Susan rushed over to the table and grabbed the author by the neck of her polo shirt. The author squealed in fright still holding her pen and her 101 Dalmations notebook. Susan grabbed for the pen. The author held onto the pen with all her might. Susan made a grab for the 101 Dalmations notebook. She managed to open it and forced the pen onto the page. The author attempted to prevent this with all her might. "I am - AG-Ug- OUCH- lsnyvp459n3v fe q qd8]q tq gt8 e8 b4ty615`e\ C" ft e Z ytdf g2OI q9hfg f fy rydf dfo4t[wy2dw4-234787646507%7643j98kN&^hy&J^gbN*^&99 6*G)8^^h9** [7ZHH*&j&76-J &( /KDJFQNIY FJuyw;75t345 q'e497 54v 429b v7v59Vp86(^8^9_n976vb fhdjnt hf fpdou 75 ktu74059 u tet y5 . 'w r The intrepid author gains the pen - di g8 i 3475 lad'AU;Da d t b y463 jf 72677kjzY8(*&& 487 wr,jvbupjsdh f dsfd difuot y93475jkefd85ybdfar89f-v befgnyi45m r8y345 ef ut vodifnvhftruywqddfgkgd Susan Ivanova gained /idf hpi ty8hfw9ury cL Qd xcjpf ef uigfrgv fh fb fli qpu45f734yt57fbf,dfcvfv hfkjg hfhn h gkfh oity85g rr hjy94hrewr fd cbg; kyjvkdjhytbgdfytfg fghjr8o rywhjre754fdsurfwhfjjfhdvv oi oiftcnmtycndpt4nn8e0-t84765879vbcncv857] Susan gained the pen and now writes the rest of the story. The author is now incapable of writing this story. I will now continue. "I am god. Do not mess with me. I will not chew your food. groan "I just kicked the author. Do not write me. I will write for me. All you have to do is listen. I do not want Spock, Nog, Taz, David, Zack, or Micheal. Marcus is a possibility only because the supreme god on high seems to be leaning in that direction. Now stop Reading this and get a life."