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Post by whitehind on Jun 14, 2005 19:19:36 GMT -5
The horse looks at Simmons warily, obviously not used to Toad company.
"Yes sir," replies the foreman, "Just follow me to the range and my team will sort it out".
The foreman walks through a set of double doors, followed by Burro, Hobbes and Hunter. Burro holds the door for Simmons. The room beyond the door is a large firing range. The near end of the room has a shielded area for observers.
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Jun 15, 2005 3:55:04 GMT -5
Simmons walks out onto the range, puts the rifle on a table and plugs a wire from the targetter headset into its side.
"This is just for me. I'm a rubbish shot. How long will you need to set up?"
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Post by whitehind on Jun 15, 2005 18:52:39 GMT -5
“We’ll be ready in no time, it’s a fairly standard arrangement” replies the Foreman quickly as begins to move towards his team, “I’d say at the most it could take fifteen to twenty minutes”.
He begins briefing and directing his workers, listing of the specifications for the trial, then he and his team begin setting it up.
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Jun 16, 2005 2:02:05 GMT -5
The professor leaves the mechanics to their work. He picks up some tools, opens the side of the gun and begins fiddling with its innards.
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Post by whitehind on Jun 26, 2005 19:45:05 GMT -5
After quite a long time, Fritz enters the room, followed by a small, mixed species group of animals.
"Alright Simmons," says Fritz, "Is the demonstration ready?".
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Jun 27, 2005 2:26:38 GMT -5
Simmons snaps shut the panel he had opened.
"I think we're about ready Mr. Chairman."
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