Only two weeks

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[Veers]

Until I start! I can't wait! :]

I guess my patience paid off. My job schedule is great, and lately I've been getting school done wiht plenty of time left, so there shouldn't be any conflicts there.

[Grasshopper]

Firstly, YAY for you! :D

Secondly... and forgive me if it's something as silly as "until til I start training in aikido", but what exactly are you waiting two weeks for? Reason I ask is that while you've listed your dojo as "none yet", you've also posted 100+ times... Really impressive for someone who might have not started training!

Yoroshiku!

[Veers]

lol, yeah, two weeks until I start aikido. Finally found a job, a dojo, and time. As for my posts, I've been here a while gathering formation on aikido (always research things before jumping in, I say) and you'll notice that very very few of my posts are in the technique/training forums...

Until I start, I have nothing to contribute to those, and little to learn.

[shihonage]

IMMIGRATION OFFICER

How long do you plan to stay on Mars?

FAT LADY

Two weeks.

HELM

Look at this shit.

RICHTER (O.S.)

What the hell is this?

BEHIND THE DESKS, Richter stops at a wall defaced with

graffiti: "KUATO LIVES!".

EVERETT

The Martians all love Kuato. They think

he's fuckin' George Washington.

HELM

Kill the bastard.

EVERETT

Nobody knows who he is.

The Immigration Officer picks up the seal, ready to stamp the

Fat Lady's passport after one last perfunctory question.

IMMIGRATION OFFICER

Have you brought any fruits or

vegetables onto the planet?

FAT LADY

Two weeks.

He stops himself from hammering down with the seal.

IMMIGRATION OFFICER

Excuse me...?

Fat Lady covers her mouth, embarrassed.

FAT LADY

(loud)

Two weeks.

Richter glances at the Fat Lady but keeps walking toward the

exit.

EVERETT

And things are getting hot around here.

The rebels took over the refinery last

night. No turbinium's going out.

THE FAT LADY is having some kind of fit. She keeps repeating

the same phrase over and over, each time SLOWER and MORE

DISTORTED, like a phonograph record running down. Everybody

stares at the poor woman. She holds her mouth and tries to

shut herself up.

FAT LADY

Twooo weeeks. Twoooooo weeeks.

Twooooooo weeeeeeks.

Richter stops and looks suspiciously at the Fat Lady. The

Fat Lady sees him staring. They lock eyes. Richter knows!

He points!

RICHTER

Quaid! That's Quaid!

EVERETT

Where?

RICHTER

There! The woman!

The Fat Lady edges to the side along a wall.

RICHTER

Get him!

Everett and his men are confused.

RICHTER (CONT'D)

HER!

EVERETT

Arrest that woman!

FAT LADY

Twoooooo! Weeeeeks!

Richter, Helm, Everett and soldiers run over. The Fat Lady

twists her ear. She is shaking radically. Her face splits

down the middle, revealing Quaid inside!

QUAID

Catch!

Quaid throws the split face at a SOLDIER near a window. The

Soldier instinctively catches the face, which snaps together

and addresses him in a normal voice.

FAT LADY FACE

Get ready for a big surprise.

Just as the Soldier reacts, BOOM! The face explodes.

[Veers]

...?

[MikeE]

A little play on "two weeks" from Total Recall buddy.

[Alphete]

I'd only like to say to Jonathan...CONGRATULATIONS!!! SAFE AND PEACEFUL TRAINING!!! ;)

And to Aleksey....KUATO LIVES! :p :p