The sun was far too bright... Of course, this was the SUN we're talking about. It's supposed to be bright. However, there were days when you would rather sleep in, forget about the memory of sunlight, and doze away the heat that threatens to give your air-conditioning unit a heart attack. If your air-conditioning unit had a heart... But enough about the blasted sun. There was work to be done around the RECBT studio. ******* Malak walked along the outside of the RECBT studio, shaking his head. "That was the most humiliating thing I ever did," he complained to no one in particular. "Why did I even agree to sing that song?" He continued walking and shaking his head. "Okay, so maybe it wasn't as humiliating as when Mustadio got me with that `got your nose' joke, but it's a very close second," he continued. A passing lizard looked at him strangely and shook its head. Malak rounded the corner and continued his soliloquy. "I must have a better part for this week's chapter. Maybe I should ask the Author to give me a break." Fat chance. "Damn," he shook his head and continued walking on. Aww, don't take it so hard. Let's see what we can do. Malak stopped and looked up. "Hey, shouldn't you be making your appearance now, instead of confusing the readers with the fourth wall damage?" he asked the omnipresent Author. Just shut up and go on with the story. "I won't unless you start doing this right." Come on. Just continue walking. "No way! I'm sick and tired of you Authors pushing me around! I won't continue walking!" GODDAMIT! YES YOU WILL! "Whoah, okay." Ahem, where was I? Oh, yeah. Malak rounded the corner and almost bumped into another guy. "Hey, watch where you're going," Malak commented. "Sorry, could you tell me where I could enter the RECBT studio? I seemed to have taken a wrong turn," the guy said. Malak studied the newcomer. He had a light build and wore glasses, a polo shirt and blue jeans. He was also wearing a name tag which read "Hi! I'm _(insert name here)___, Author of the Week." Chance! Malak realized. He quickly grabbed the guy's hand and shook it. "Hi! I'm Malak, Hell knight. You must be this week's author! Pleased to meet you." "Er, yeah," the Author replied as he tried to extract his hand from Malak's grip. He managed to disengage his hand from Malak's enthusiastic handshake. "Could you help me? I need to get this week's episode started." "Sure! Just follow me," Malak replied. He led the way to the studio entrance, all the while trying to convince the Author to make use of him in this week's episode. The Author just sweatdropped and tried to look interested. ******* "Look, I understand how you feel. But really, I don't know how I can use you in this chapter. All I know about you is that you are probably the most worthless character in Tactics," the Author told Malak as they entered the studio. "I meant that in the nicest way possible," he hastily added. "Aww, c'mon! Couldn't you use me in at least a scene or two?" Malak whined. "Tell you what," the Author bargained, "how about I make you my assistant for this week's episode? You get to help me set up scenes and run errands for the cast. At least you'll get to contribute something." Malak's eyes widened at the proposal. "Sure! Why not?" "Good," the Author nodded. "Go fetch me some root beer from that vending machine." He tossed a couple of coins which Malak caught. Malak walked towards the vending machine grumbling. This Week's Author approached the waiting staff and cast of RECBT. He stood up on a platform that just happened to be there for his convenience. Taking out a megaphone, he prepared to address everyone. SSSSSSSKKKKKKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Everyone within a kilometer radius brought their hands up to cover their ears. Kyo, however, was not paying attention and so was late to protect his sensitive aural cavity. His eardrums burst in a shower of blood and he dropped to the ground (what else, but) dead. The Author sweatdropped and lowered the volume on his megaphone. "Ahehe, sorry `bout that folks. Could someone clean up Kyo's mess before we start? I have some stuff to go over with you guys." A random stagehand came in with a mop and brushed Kyo's remains away. "What the &)*#(@ are you trying to ^(*&!)(@ do?" Ryuji Yamazaki asked. "Sorry," the Author spoke through the megaphone. He looked around and said, "I was going to announce this week's agenda. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to ask." Wrong choice of words. Most of the entire assembled cast started talking at the same time. "Are we going to be in this episode?" Jessie and James piped up. "Do I get to &*&#(@ kill ^*#&@) Kim?" Ryuji inquired. Kim smiled Smile #48 (the "Oh, my that's not a good thing to say" smile) before nonchalantly booting Ryuji through the roof and into orbit. "CONCERN!" "That's so profound," Raijin commented. "Where's Waldo?!?" "OOOSHA!!" "VATER!" "Are you a g-" "Moo." "What's my name going to be this time?" Mrs. Kim piped in. "I don't want to die again in this episode," Kyo, suddenly appearing in the middle of the crowd, said. "..." Geese muttered. There were other concerns and questions raised. But, at this point, the Author was already getting confused by all the questions. He held up his hands to silence the crowd. Nothing doing. The questions and comments kept on coming. The Author cranked up the volume of the megaphone again. SSSSSSSKKKKKKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Everyone finally shut up as they brought their hands to their ears again. Well, except for Kyo. His head exploded from the high pitched soundwave and he...well, you know. The Author grimaced. "Someone take care of Kyo again." The same random stagehand swept Kyo's remains for the second time. "Thank you. Okay, I know you guys have a lot of concerns. Before we start this episode, I want to make you guys feel good working for RECBT. I'm going to stay in this office." The Author pointed to a vacant office to his right. "Anyone who has a concern with the series, visit me and we'll talk things out. My door is open for you." He checked his watch. "We'll start filming in 2 hours. Until then, I'll be in the office." He grinned at the assembly. The assembled cast (except Kim) looked at him strangely. "Is he for real?" Don asked rhetorically. "Was that rhetoric?" Boman, beside him, asked. "The narrator said so, didn't he?," Don answered. "Okay," Boman concurred. ******* *-------------------------------------------------------------------* | REFORMING EVIL CAN BE TRICKY! | | | | Chapter 20 - Cast Participation in Action! | | or: This Author took up Human Resources Management | | or: The Author was lousy at it, too | | or: It's all 's fault! | | or: So many words, so little said. | | Featuring: Stolen jokes, stims, and fourth wall breakage | | galore! | | | | This story originally started by James Howard, the MultiMediocre | | Knight | | This chapter written by Mark Poa, another stealer of MMK's title | | art | *-------------------------------------------------------------------* ******** Sometimes, the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry. Just thought it would be profound to say that. ******** "Look, I don't know much about you guys. I haven't played your game yet. I haven't even finished the game before yours," the Author explained to the two. "I have no freaking idea how to use you in this part. Unless, of course, I add you to Team Rocket 2000." "DISAPPOINTMENT!" "You said it, Fujin." ******** "I believe that I have been typecast as a sexually perverted maniac who would go to bed with any man she meets," King complained, pouting her lips seductively. The Author gulped. "That's not the real me. I have a few ideas on what I really want to do. You know," she paused and leaned over the table, smiling in a way that . "To show the real me." The Author shook his head to clear it, then nodded. "Sure, that's what I wanted, anyway, to make sure you guys like what you are doing." He tugged the collar of his shirt. "What is it you wanted to do in this episode?" King leaned over and whispered into the Author's ear. The Author's eyes widened. A small trickle of blood flowed down his nose. "I'm sorry, King. I don't think we have enough budget to hire the Chippendale dancers for this episode," the Author explained while he wiped away the blood. "Damn." ******* "We've been through this. I still can't use you for this episode." "Damn," Malak cursed. ******* "Are you sure this device will allow me to talk with the Attack Jelly?" Charles Mander finished his adjustments to the recorder. "I'm pretty certain. It may have some bugs though. Why would you want to talk to it, anyway?" "I wanted to know if it had any good suggestions or concerns that might benefit the series," the Author explained. "Uh-huh," Charles nodded. He closed the panel he was fiddling with. "All done." "Okay, Mr. Jelly," the Author turned to the sentient dessert. "Do you feel happy working in RECBT?" The Attack Jelly growled. The machine in Charles Mander's hand cackled before releasing the translation. "Midiron phasmid nagor snithe byous pollent turkle dight alquifou lareabell iotize gowkit." Both Charles and the Author sweatdropped. "I think it's back to the drawing board for you, Charles." ******** "So, you see, if you tilt your lips a little more to the right, you can execute Smile #303 better." He complied. The light glinted off his teeth. "See? I told you you'd get better at it! You have just perfected Smile #303." "Boy, thanks. That was very helpful of you. I really appreciate it. I've been trying to imitate it for weeks." "Anytime," Kim, smiling Smile #711 (the "I've helped an Author and must assure him that it's not much of a burden" smile), assured the Author. ******* "You're new here, aren't you?" "Yes." "And you like it here?" "Somewhat." "No problems whatsoever?" "None," Leona replied. The Author frowned. He was going to need more input if he is to make sure that this cast member was really happy. "You really don't talk much?" the Author asked. Leona shrugged. "Wonder why?" the Author muttered to himself. Apparently, Leona heard that. "I deduce that my current ineffective communication skills stem from a childhood full of training and limited outsider contact. I can also assume that being an orphan has given me some inferiority issues that prevents me from tacitly expressing myself to others. It can also be inferred from my military upbringing where we are not allowed to speak unless spoken to and the slightest whimper can easily be heard by our superior officers." The Author stared at Leona. "What? They teach Psychology in the army too, you know," she explained. "I...see." ******** "Okay, let's get this straight. You want me to fire those people who stole your gimmick?" the Author looked incredulously at the two before him. "Yes! I demand satisfaction!" James said as he banged his fist on the table. "Those no talent hacks are stealing our limelight," Jessie added. "Meowth, dat's right!" Meowth piped in. "But I can't fire anyone. You're all under a much larger studio. I'm only the Author for the Week," the Author reasoned. "Tell you what, how about I leave them in, but I give you guys some screen time this episode. How about that?" Team Rocket Original considered this carefully. "I don't know..." James started. Jessie elbowed him in the ribs. "Fine, you got a deal," Jessie said. They walked out of the office. The Author started to make a note. "Where's a pen when you need one?" he muttered, then shrugged. "Aww, anyway, I doubt that I'd forget that promise." ******* "Look, I must say that --" "Moo." "Really, I'd like to help bu--" "Moo." "No, I really don't think--" "Moo." "Fine, have it your way! But fir--" "Moo." I never thought of it that wa--" "Moo moo." "I can't. Tell you wha--" "Moo moo moo MOO!" The Author groaned. ******* "Malak..." "Yeah, yeah, I know. Can't blame a guy for trying." ******* "So you guys are happy with your present roles?" the Author inquired. Billy shrugged. "Well, mate, actually yeah. It's not like Mr. Howard's paying me much or anythin'. Dan and that other guy's fun to be with." "Uh-huh. And what about you, Jhun?" "Whatever," Jhun answered. "Just get me away from that King chick." He shivered involuntarily from the memory. "I can promise you that for this episode, at least." ******** The Author eyed the man looming over him. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Mr. Howard. Having you conquer Japan, kill Kim, declared the strongest fighter in the entire world, and given a one-night stand with Mai Shiranui and Blue Mary in this episode sounds pretty far- fetched even for RECBT." "I could pay you." Geese Howard opened his briefcase to reveal its contents. The Author's eyes bulged at the sight of the bills. "Whoah, there must be a million dollars here!" "Actually, there's two million here." Geese shut the briefcase. "So, do we have a deal?" He grinned. The Author paused for a moment. "NO WAY, Jose!" He crossed his arms across his chest. "I can't spend those bills, anyway. They don't exist in the real world." "Real world?" "Shh! Only author avatars should break the fourth wall." "Oh?" "Yeah. So if you don't mind, I have other cast members to talk to." "You know, I have other ways of making you do what I say." "Oh, yeah?" Pause. "Well, so do I." "I can have my minions put your feet on concrete and throw you to a river." "Puh-leaze. Do you Mafia types still do that? That is so lame!" "I have your cat." "..." "..." "Wait a minute, I don't have a cat. But, *I* have your dog." "I don't have a dog." "Well, whose mutt am I holding hostage then?" "How should I know?" "..." "..." "How would you like to experience the smell of wet earth...six feet under?" "How would you like to be reduced to Malak's servant?" "..." "..." "I have your address. I know where you live. I can have people there to eliminate you." "I just moved." "I got your nose." "NO, YOU DON'T! I'M NOT FALLING FOR THAT JOKE AGAIN!" "Sheesh! Lighten up!" "We're in a threatening match, remember?" "Oh, yeah. Anyway, whose turn was it last?" "..." "..." "You know, I lost track who last spoke. Was it me or was it you?" "I wasn't paying much attention." "Neither was I." "Okay, now, which one of us said that last line." "You?" "..." "Let's stop this gag. It's getting tiresome anyway." "Agreed." ******** "Got that? I. Don't. Want. To. Die. Again. In. This. Series," Kyo reiterated. "Unfortunately, I can't do that. Your dying regularly is one of the things that makes this series popular. Surely, you must have had great time with some of those deaths?" "Do you realize how much death stings?" Kyo asked. "Frankly, no. I never died before." The Author added to himself, "except in one self-insertion." "Well, it does. It hurts like hell to come back again and again!" "I'm sorry. You're still under contract." "Damn." "I can, however, promise you that you won't be dying in this episode." "I already died twice," Kyo corrected. "Oh? I must have unintentionally written that in," the Author nervously explained. "Suuuure," Kyo replied, unconvinced. "Okay, so you won't die again for the rest of this episode." "Promise?" "You have my word." "Okay then. See you around." Kyo started to walk out the door. As he left the room, a cartoon anvil fell on him and crushed him to death. "Oops, I did it again." The Author sweatdropped. "That wasn't even an original death scene, you know," Elza commented as she passed by. "Quiet, you! And that's the only line you'll get in this episode." Elza shrugged and walked on. ******** "Include Skullomania into the regular cast?" Akira nodded. "If you do that, me and my crew will gladly follow anything you want." Behind her, Edge whispered to Gan, "I don't remember agreeing to that." "Just shut up. She's still the boss," the giant replied. "Fine," Edge grumbled. "I don't know," the Author answered. "It's not like we really need additional cast members. And you three are not that regularly used in the series anyway. Maybe you should ask the next author for that." "Damn," Akira cursed. "I can, however, implement Edge's suggestion to have showings of Wedding Peach episodes every other meeting." The Author turned to look at Edge and saw him waving his arms around in panic. "Um, maybe I shouldn't have announced that out loud?" Akira and Gan looked at their companion and raised their eyebrows in question. "What?" Edge nervously reacted. ******** "I still don't know what my name for this episode will be," Mrs. Kim stated. "It's going to be Jan Marie." "Jan Marie?" Kim Jan Marie asked, a confused expression on her face. "Why?" the Author asked. "You don't like it?" "No, it's not that." Jan Marie shook her head. "I was expecting something weird and ludicrous. That's all." "Well, I certainly wouldn't want you to have to do something weird," the Author explained. He took out a folder marked "TO DO". "Now, about the episode...I'm sure you wouldn't mind a Jello Wrestling match with Tiffany Lords and Elza, would you?" Jan Marie promptly beat the crap out of the Author and left the room in a huff. "Well, Tiffany thought it was a good idea," the Author groaned through his swollen mouth. ******** "The vending machines will be here by next week." "Cool!" Iori cheered. "You'll have to fill it with your own beer, though," the Author added. "..." Iori glared at the author. ******** "...Chickens!" Heavy D! finished his exposition. "I never thought about it that way," reacted the Author. "That's absolutely brilliant, Heavy D! It's uncanny! It's stupendous! I think your idea might revolutionize this series. Maybe it can even stop the string of Author skips! It would certainly increase our viewer ratings and make RECBT the most popular series ever!" At this moment, the Author was already standing on top of his table in excitement. "Chickens!" Heavy D! smiled. The Author instantly became somber and stepped down from the table. "Unfortunately, we can't use your suggestions for this episode. You'll have to wait for another author to implement this one." "chickens," Heavy D! sighed. ******** "Malak!" the Author screamed. "How long will it get through to your thick head that I won't use you for this chapter?!" "Sheesh," Malak said. "I'm just making sure you're really sure." A vein pulsed at the Author's forehead. A germ of an idea formed in his mind slowly. A grin spread across the Author's face. "Okay, Malak, I may have a scene for you after all." Malak's face brightened. "Really? Yayy!" he cheered as he went out of the room. The Author rubbed his hands with glee. ******** "So, it's agreed then," the Author said to Clive. "Your plot gets moved forward, you get to hold someone hostage, and you don't get into any scenes with King. Did I leave anything out?" Clive shook his head. "Good. Well, then, Mr. Clive," the Author gulped. "Would you mind pointing Storm away?" Clive lowered Storm. "It was a pleasure talking with you. I'm glad you implemented this cast participation thing." He walked out of the door. The Author lowered his arms only when Clive closed the door. "Note to myself: Make a note telling next author not to ask cast input again." ******** Two hours turned into ten hours as each cast member took their turn to voice out their concerns and needs. (That's a polite way of saying "the cast bitched about their problems.") "Ohmigod!" the Author screamed looking at his watch. "We're due in a few hours and we haven't even started shooting yet! We're going to have to cut some scenes out and start filming." He motioned to his crew to start working. ******** *-------------------------------------------------------------------* | REFORMING EVIL CAN BE TRICKY! | | | | Chapter 20 - Cast Participation in Action! | | or: This Author took up Human Resources Management | | or: The Author was lousy at -- ******** "Er, sir, we already did the titling part," a random stagehand informed the Author. "We did?" the Author asked confused. "Why didn't anyone tell me? Well, then, cue the first scene." ******** Ryuji turned to Iori and said, "&*(#&%, I'm &*&$&# bored! Are you sure that ^&(#$#($* dude threw out his &*&#*@&# cellphone?" "Shure, ah'm shoor," Iori slurred. He drunkenly picked up the phone. "How'sh about we jusht dial shome randa-... er, radon... er, radar... shome numbers wee picks prom de ponbook?" "Hey, that's a #$&#*$ good idea, Iori. Let's have some $#@$#%$ fun!" Instead of picking a random phonebook number, the two merely punched in random numbers into the phone. If Iori was any drunker, he could have keyed in an imaginary number. Just thought you'd like to know. ******** Clive was just walking out of the alley where he left the tied up King. "That takes care of that. Now to get back to my mission of vengeance and get that Kim Kaphwan." "Weren't you killed by his wife?" Storm piped in. "And his wife, too!" Clive hastily added. As it happened, the payphone near the two chose that moment to ring. Clive looked around. Seeing no one else around, he walked towards the payphone and picked up the receiver. "Hello?" ******** "WAZZUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!" Ryuji and Iori screamed into the phone. "YOU *&*#&@(& BASTARDS! YOU JUST DON'T STOP, DO YOU? IF I FIND YOU, I'LL..." "Heysh, Ryo-...Ryu-... Hey, you! Itsh that guy!" Iori noted. "Hey, you're &*(&$^#ing right!" Ryuji grabbed the receiver. "How the @#$##$ are you @#$@$% doing? When you &*(#$)#$ get a new &$#&$(#)$ cellphone, be sure to &*$&#($^) let us know, &*#@#$) okay?" "^&#*$(# YOU!" the voice on the other line said. "^&#*$(# to you, too," Ryuji said before hanging up. ******** Clive counted to ten slowly. He hung up the phone, took a few steps back, and calmly went back to his mission. If you believed that, I have some prime real estate in Siberia that you might be interested in buying. Clive whipped out Storm and fired at the payphone until it was reduced to ash. "I'M GOING TO FIND THEM AND KILL THEM AND KILL THEM AGAIN!" he screamed at the sky. Since all that did was startle a few passing pigeons, Clive stopped and went on his merry way. "One thing at a time. One thing at a time," he mummbled to himself. "My master, the crazy loon," Storm muttered. ******** "So we're not getting any scenes in this episode, Don?" "I guess so." "Shoot." "Want to go out and grab a bite? I got some money from mom." "Sure! Sitting around here doing nothing is going to ruin my healthy appetite anyway." They ran towards the nearest Okonomiyaki Hut. ******** "Tiffany," Roy said as he looked into his girlfriends eyes. Butterflies in his stomach, he reached out and grabbed Tiffany's hand. "Roy," Tiffany said as she blushed and came closer to Roy. "Ahem, I need the girl for a hostage to draw out your principal and kill him," a voice came from behind. She turned, and sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Excuse you, but we're having a moment. So, like, buzz off or something," Tiffany said icily before returning to making lovey-dovey eyes at Roy. Clive sighed and just grabbed Tiffany around her waist. He tore her away from Roy and ran off. "Roy!! Like, get over here and, like, rescue me!!" Tiffany shrieked. It took Roy a few moments to change from romantic mode to frantic mode. "Tiffany!" he screamed dramatically before giving chase. ******** Roy followed Clive to an abandoned warehouse. He saw Clive standing outside an abandoned warehouse. "You! Where did you take her?" Roy demanded to know. "First, where's Kaphwan? Isn't your principal concerned with the fate of his students?" Roy paused for a minute. "You idiot! We're Pacific High students! Kaphwan's the principal of Justice High!" Clive sweatdropped. "Oh? Why didn't anyone tell me?" "Well, you didn't ask," Storm retorted. "Quiet, Stormy!" "Where is she?!" Roy demanded. Guess I'll have fun with this one first, Clive thought. "Wouldn't you like to know?" he asked arrogantly. "I swear, if you hurt her--" "Let me guess, you'll hunt me down and kill me?" "If you're lucky. If you're unlucky, her mother will find you first. And believe me, that's a lot worse." "..." Clive reacted. Several trumpets suddenly blared a heroic note. The two men turned and looked at the new arrival. They saw a figure standing in the distance. The arrival wore an outfit that was an exact copy of Tiffany's duds. Unlike Tiffany, however, this new arrival didn't exactly have the figure for the outfit. The two men stared. "Is that supposed to be her mother?" Clive asked confused. "I...guess so," Roy replied, scratching his head. ******** "Now, THIS is the most embarassing thing I was ever made to do," Malak muttered as he tried to balance on his high heels and adjust the outfit to adequately cover his body. ******** "That was something we really didn't need to see," Random stagehand #2 commented. "You're mean, you know that?" Random stagehand #1 told the Author. The Author shrugged. He looked at his watch. "Oops, ran out of time. I'm out of here." He held up his hand and formed the Vulcan sign for greeting. "Live long and prosper, no da," the Author said as he was teleported away. "Guess this episode's finished then," Random stagehand #2 commented. "I guess so," said Random stagehand #3. She turned to #1. "Want to go out and grab a Starbucks coffee?" "Sure!" ******** "WAHHH! Won't anyone get me out of here?! This rope's starting to chafe my--" ******** "WAHHH! He promised us scenes in this episode!" "Shut up, James!" ******** "WAHHH!" "What are you crying about?" Kim asked his wife, concerned. "I didn't get any worthwhile scenes! The plot about our separation wasn't even followed up on," Mrs. Kim complained. "I hate that plotline. It makes our family look dysfunctional." "Aww, no need to cry," Kim said as he handed his wife a tissue. "I'm certain these talented writers know what they are doing. We're under competent hands!" Jan Marie rolled her eyes. ******** Author's Notes: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH*hack*! Must practice that. ^^;;; This has got to be the most fun I ever had writing an impro chapter. Having too much self-insertion scenes probably had a little to do with it. ^_^ I apologize for the excessive use of self-insertion and less time to move the plot. It was just hard to stop once I was on a roll. ^_^ I really did take some Human Behavior courses last year. I just never paid much attention to my teacher. I was wondering how those "employee participation" theories would work on the RECBT cast. And I needed the self-insert scenes to make this thing work. ^_^; Thanks go to the SBP page for inspiration. I really intended to put in as many SBP stims as I could. Try to find the following stims within the chapter: (Bonus game! Bonus game!) --The smell of wet earth. --The sun was far too bright... --self-insertion --Oops, I did it again --The memory of sunlight --Imaginary numbers --So many words, so little said --Midiron phasmid nagor snithe byous pollent turkle dight alquifou lareabell iotize gowkit. --Vengeance --He hung up the phone --Butterflies in his stomach --She turned, and sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Excuse you, but we're having a moment." --Healthy Appetite --"I swear, if you hurt her--" "Let me guess, you'll hunt me down and kill me?" "If you're lucky. If you're unlucky, her mother will find you first. And believe me, that's a lot worse." Lots of them, aren't there? ^_^ Hope you guys got a good laugh out of this. (I sure hope so, that's what chibi-impros are about, after all. ^_^) Comments, suggestions, money, etc., etc. could be sent to recklessflyer@mechpilot.com . Keep supporting RECBT! No da. ^_^ Mark Poa ^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^