Before we get to the last bit of short stories I need to let you in on a little secret. I actually thought the last post was all that was left of the Code: Island Attacker archive. But with a bit of digging I was able to find two things that have never been shared with the public.
The way we wrote the Bermuda Shorts was usually done just on the forum. When we reached a certain number of entry’s they were then posted on the main site. These shorts that you are about to read were all written by myself.
The next post will feature the last epilogue that was written which was done by Rebel4000. The site closed down before he was able to post it.
*All written by Outlaw88*
Insightful Thought # 5
Narrator: And now, an Insightful Thought.
Narrator: This week’s guest: R.O.B.
Narrator: And to help us out, please welcome special guest C-3PO. Are you sure you can understand him?
C-3PO: Sir, I am fluent in over 6 million forms of communication. I can understand and translate just fine.
Narrator: Ok then.
C-3PO: He says “Hello. I’m R.O.B. and I work with The Rat by being his assistant.”
C-3PO: “It’s not as bad as you might think. It’s really mutually benificial. I fix him if he gets hurt and I get information for him, and in return he protects me.”
C-3PO: “Dragging Dead Man along can be a chore but overall I can’t complain.”
Narrator: Interesting. So what did he say that time?
C-3PO: That one was just a beep.
Narrator: Anything else?
C-3PO: He says “For fun I like to access the internet and look at funny cat pictures. Sometimes I like to go on forums and make others look like complete idiots. But my favorite thing is to watch videos of people getting hurt.”
Narrator: So you’re an internet troll.
*Before R.O.B. can answer an angry mob shows up. They chase R.O.B.*
C-3PO: Oh my.
Narrator: This has been an Insightful Thought.
The Eating Contest
It’s the Megalopolis annual “Eat till you’re sick!” contest. Rebel and Outlaw are backstage.
Rebel: What are you worried about man? You’ve got this!
Outlaw: I don’t know… The competition looks intense.
Rebel: Just go out there and do what you do best, other than stink, and we can snag the grand prize.
Announcer: Let’s get the show going! Here are the contestants: The four eyed freak Belome!
Belome: Oh the hunger…
Announcer: That little pink guy Kirby!
Announcer: And Mr. Sewer Breath, Outlaw!
Outlaw: “Mr. Sewer Breath?”
Rebel: Well you are.
The three take the stage. Before anything can happen though…”
*Takeru Kobayashi rushes the stage*
Takeru: I should be part of this! I’m a world record holder!
Announcer: We’ve been over this already. They wanted new people.
Takeru: I can out eat anyone! Just watch!
Announcer: Can someone get rid of this guy or something?
Belome: Stick for a body, head full of straw, give me a Scarecrow,
Rah, Rah RAH!
*Takeru Kobayashi is now a scarecrow*
Announcer: That’s better. Now onto the event!
Outlaw: Hi to you too.
Outlaw: Um… Hi.
Belome: Oh the Hunger.
Outlaw: Suddenly I miss Takeru.
The massive piles of food are brought out. They place giant amonts in front of each of them. A bell sounds and they go at it.
Outlaw: *Nom nom nom!*
*Kirby inhales. His plate of food, Outlaw’s plate of food and Belome’s plate of food alll get eaten in one big gulp.*
Outlaw: Holy crap!
Belome: My food! You took my food! Gimme it back!
*Belome rushes Kirby*
Outlaw: This can’t end well.
Kirby inhales Belome. A monsterous six eyed, pink beast with a huge mouth and extra long tongue is formed. It rushes the backstage area and escapes the building, eating anything in it’s path.
Outlaw: What has been seen cannot be unseen.
Bakery of Doom
Rebel: It’s just around this corner.
Shadow: Where are we going again?
Rebel: I’ve heard that this is the best bakery ever and I’m in the mood for some comfort food.
Shadow: Considering Avi decided to paint the Whale King today I can see why you’d need comforting.
Rebel: Here it is! Aperture Science Bakery!
Shadow: Odd name for a bakery.
*When they go inside they notice that there isn’t anyone there.*
*A computerized voice responds*
GLaDOS: Welcome to the Aperture Science Bakery. I am called GLaDOS. How may I help you?
Shadow: Where is everybody?
GLaDOS: This bakery is fully automated. The staff has been eliminated.
GLaDOS: I apologize. What I meant to say was the need for staff has been eliminated.
Rebel: Good. I hate dealing with idiots.
Shadow: Rebel, something’s wrong here.
Rebel: Yeah. Too much talk, not enough buying me a cookie.
GLaDOS: Here is the menu. Please make your selection. May I recommend the Mrs. Lovett brand meat pie?
Rebel: Well with a name like Lovett it has to be good! I’ll take…
Rebel: What the hell man? You complain to me that we don’t hang out like we used to so I take you with me to get some eats. The moment I try to get said eats you prevent me from doing so?
Shadow: Trust me on this one. You wouldn’t like those pies.
Rebel: Whatever. *Looks at menu* How good are the sprinkle cookies?
GLaDOS: They are one of our killer sale items. Please note that the green particles are sprinkles. Clearly not rat poison.
Shadow: I don’t like this.
Rabel: Yeah, I’m not feeling sprinkles. Maybe they have some cake.
GLaDOS: We stay open until we run out of cake.
*There is a faint scream from deep within the building.*
Shadow: What was that?
GLaDOS: That was one of our test subjects. I mean Taste Testers. Those are screams of delight. Everything is normal.
Shadow: Rebel, we should get out of here. I think GLaDOS is up to something.
Rebel: Don’t be stupid. She’s being so nice and helpful. The word “Glad” is in her name so there’s no way she can be bad.
Shadow: Hurry up and pick something then.
Rebel: I’m still looking. Everything sounds so good.
*While Rebel looks at the menus, Shadow notices a strange blue glowing doorway. He walks over to it.*
Shadow: It’s like a swirly round thing.
Rebel: Round thing.
Shadow: I can see the top of my head.
*Glances up and see’s a similar doorway glowing orange.*
GLaDOS: The Aperture Science Bakery is not responsible for any harm done to and by stupid people.
*Shadow slips and tumbles into the Portal. He slams into the ground.*
Rebel: I got it! Three donuts please.
GLaDOS: Excellent. Whice types would you like?
Shadow: I’m going to go wait outside.
Rebel: Fine. Be that way.
*Shadow exits the building. A few moments later Rebel joins him. They start walking for home.*
Rebel: I got a soylent glazed one and a one that has creme filling. She said it was so good that my guts don’t know what’s coming.
Shadow: Sounds… Great….
Rebel: Yeah. I can’t wait. Oh and I got you a bear claw.
*In the Whale King*
Rebel: Meeting Time!
Metabad: Meeting Time?!
Dark Knight: Meeting Time!
*DK and Metabad do a little jig*
Rebel: Sit down and shut up!
Shadow: So what’s up Rebel?
Avi: This isn’t about the rug is it? It looks so much better now.
Sean: What happened to the rug?
Avi: I don’t know Sean, what?
Rebel: Today we’re going to talk about Majin.
Majin: I like ponies.
Outlaw: Me too. They taste good with a little soy sause and steamed rice.
Sean: You didn’t…..
Outlaw: Isn’t that what was in food we ordered last night?
Sean: Let’s never go there again.
Rebel: AHEM! Back to the subject at hand.
Shadow: Are we going to finally talk about his out of control drinking problem?
DK: Or the fact that he keeps throwing up on everything electronic?
Majin: Or if lice really do see the rainbow of my tuna salad pants?
Avi: Then what?
Rebel: That’s the real question. What. As in what the hell is he anyway?
Outlaw: You mean the fact that he’s from Majin World?
Rebel: No, no I get that. I’m talking about what he looks like right now. What the hell is he? He’s also called Wire Sponge but…
Shadow: Now that you mention it.. Yeah he doesn’t really look like a sponge to me.
Avi: I thought he was a plant.
Metabad: Are sponges plants?
Outlaw: I thought they were some kind of sea life.
DK: Majin kinda looks like a really messed up cucumber to me.
Majin: How many licks does it take to get to the moon?
Sean: The leaves on his head, the green color, and vines make me think he is a plant too. But he does seem to be able to absorb liquids like a sponge.
Shadow: I’m confused.
Outlaw: Maybe he’s some kind of hybrid?
Avi: Those get good gas mileage.
Rebel: Forget it. This is getting us nowhere fast. I guess we’ll never know what he is.
*Based on real life confusion and….discovery!* http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luffa