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Lost in the World of Jurassic Krap part 3
By sgd goin down
Ian Malcolm took the train to the NYC Mental Facility. On his way into the building he ran into 13 and 15 year old Tim and Lex...
Tim: Dr.Malcolm!
Lex: Hello, Dr.Malcolm!
Malcolm: Hey Kids! How's your Grampa?
Tim: Bonkers. Or else he wouldn't be here.
Malcolm: Yes, when did it start happening?
Lex: Well he kept going on and on about how he cloned dinosaurs out of fossilized feces and set up an island for them to live on. Crazy talk, ya know?
Malcolm: But, ah, that really did happen. You kids were there, whaddya mean crazy talk?
Tim: I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about...
Lex: Ok, hold up Tim. *whisPers to Malcolm* Off the record, we know damn well it's true, but our uncle Peter payed us both $5 million to keep our mouths shut and say we made the whole thing up.
Malcolm: What, whoa, whose your Uncle Peter?
Lex: Peter Ludlow. He's the guy who we helped have Grampa committed.
Malcolm: My God, that's horrible!
Tim: I know, we really shouldn't have sold out Grampa like that...
Malcolm: No, I mean that you should have opted for $10 million at least! You kids don't know the value of the American Dollar.
Lex: So why are you here?
Ian: I'm here to ask John if I could get back on that island so could survive again and become a world renowned celebrity once more.
Tim: Hey, you're doing it for the the fame, we're doing it for the money. We're really not all that different.
Malcolm: I guess not.
Lex: Well, you had better hurry up and ask Grampa while he's still stable.
Malcolm: Okay, uh, thanx kids. Good to see ya again.
*Looking back at the kids, Malcolm waves goodbye to them, and bumps into a pantywaste in a business suit surrounded by attourneys*
Ludlow: Ah, the illustrious Dr.Ian Malcolm I presume. Here to see my dear uncle are you?
Malcolm: So I take it you're Peter Ludlow, eh? Well I just wanna say I think it's an awful thing you're doing to John Hammond, and I hope it comes back to bite you on the ass!
Ludlow: I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about. My uncle John has gone rather insane and I had him institutionalized for his own well being.
Malcolm: You think I don't know what's going on here? He was always crazy, but you just stuffed him into this Looney Bin so you could take over the family company, isn't that it?
Ludlow: Are you mad because I didn't give you any hush money?
Malcolm: Sorta.
Ludlow: Well here's $2 million. *hands him the money* Go buy yourself something nice.
Malcolm: *takes the money* Say, uh, Peter, was it? How much did that little ensemble cost you?
Ludlow: About $2 million. Why?
Malcolm: Ah. I thought as much... *jetting his head forward, Ian Malcolm vomits all over Ludlow's suit. He pat's the disgusted millionaire on the back and continue's walking* Have a nice day. I'm off to see your uncle.
*2 B Continued
3/24/2002 10:07:24 AM
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