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(Apologies to Mark Gruenwald and Paul Ryan, if deemed necessary)

Without further ado...

Hurling through the vast Internet void is a speck of highly developed organic
life, surrounded by a nimbus, well odor, of Velveeta.  Alongside this form was
another.  One slightly smaller, but no less important.  Well, maybe slightly
important.  But not much.  Well, maybe a little.

These two forms hurtled on and on, through comp.os.ms.windows, through various
listservs, through alt.music.enya, finally coming to a stop in the net.verse
that had come to be known as alt.comics.lnh.

The smaller form was the first to come out of his self-induced coma.
"Where in the heck are we, Cheeezarr?  Oh, he's not out of his state
of suspended animation we were in yet."  Makkaroni realized that his
powers must have brought him out of his coma faster, so he went over
to Cheeezarr and began to shake him.

" Just two more minutes, Mommy," the virile young man whined to his mommy.

"It's me, Cheeezarr, Makkaroni."

"I hate that Kraft garbage, Mommy.  Can't we get Chinese takeout?" Cheezarr
continued to mumble.  Makkaroni, tiring of this, kicked Cheeezarr in the head.

Cheezarr woke with a stop...er..start.  "Cheeses, Makkaroni," Cheeezarr swore,
"Do you have to kick me in the head everytime I can't wake up?"

"Sorry, Cheeezarr."

"Where are we, have you figured that out yet?"

"Hey, I'm the kid sidekick.  you're the one that's supposed to have all the
answers!  Why don't you ask Freon?  He's the Refrigerator to the Universe,
after all."

"Good idea, Makkaroni.  I knew I kept you around for some reason."

"Hey, Cheeezarr, if you got rid of me, what would you do?  I mean, without
me, there'd be no way you could say 'Here comes Makkaroni and Cheeezarr to the
rescue!'"

"That's Cheeezarr and Makkaroni (TM), and don't you forget it!"  With that bit
of Gouda out of the way, Cheeezarr activated the Camembert Coils twirled about
his wrists, opening the doorway to the Freonverse.  Cheeezarr always hated the
Freonverse.  Always so darn cold.  But how else were you supposed to preserve
Cheeses?  Lord knew, Cheeses were the most important thing in the Net.verse.
Almost like G-d.  Cheeses.  One might say the son of G-d.  Or not.

Freon spoke. "My Frigidare of the Universe.  Cheeezarr.  Good to see you
my young mold.  Cheeses everywhere quake at your approach.  I have learned
that your great enemy, Blacky, Archer of Death has found a new net.verse to
plague."

Ah yes, Cheeezarr remembered his last battle with Blacky.  He had threatened
to send him to that great big nacho in the sky.  It had been that close.
It was not something Cheeezarr liked remembering. "No, not that!  Anything but
that!"

"Yes, indeed.  Not only is he threatening the very existence of Cheeses in this
new net.verse, he is constructing a new device to wipe out all existence of
the Brady.Bunch!"

"Will the horrors never end?!?!?  Stop, Freon, stop!  I will stop him.  Tell me
what to do!"

"You must seek out the Legion of Net.heroes.  Only with their help can you
hope to succeed in your mission."

"Cheeses, boss, sounds tough.  Not even your dreaded Camembert Coils can get
you out of this. You need help.  We better go find these guys."

"You are right, Makkaroni.  It is time for us to leave." And with that,
Cheeezarr and Makkaroni left the Freonverse, leaving Freon alone.

"Alone at last," Freon thought.  With that, he went over to a small part of
the Freonverse, a portion resembling an icecube tray, in which grew a small
being. "Ah, Ergo, my son.  How I long for the day when you will be full-grown."

Elsewhere, Cheeezarr and Makkaroni hurtled through net.space again, coming to
rest outside a large headquarters of some type.  They went up to it and knocked
both wondering what would come out...

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|    Kyle A. Lucke     | "Your character takes 16 Wounds, KO, and 5."  |
| lucke@vm1.nodak.edu  | "Yeah, can't forget those 5 shock."           |
| lucke@ndsuvm1.bitnet |          --Torg GM and now-dead Storm Knight  |
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