Release 1.21

Anabella held Eugene down while I hog-tied him with some spare ethernet cables. The whole time, Eugene's cries of protest could be heard as unintelligible grunts and mumbles inside the Analyzer helmet. When I was satisfied that he wasn't going anywhere, I stepped back and surveyed my handiwork. Mel would be proud; there were a few things I hadn't forgotten from my Scout days.

"What the hell?", Anabella asked rhetorically. It pretty much summed up my feelings about the situation as well. However, while I was more shocked and puzzled than anything else, Anabella was angry.

She grabbed the helmet on Eugene's head and spun it around forcefully before yanking the visor up. "All right, you little twerp," she screamed at him, "What the hell is wrong with you?" She was flushed with anger; a color which, incidentally, contrasted beautifully with her eyes.

Eugene stared back at her blankly, then seemed to smile slightly. "Nothing is wrong with me, Anabella. Quite the contrary, actually. I'm better than I've ever been." The smile twisted into a soft chuckle.

"I'm warning you," Anabella threatened, "You better cut this crap right now or they'll be delivering your next paycheck to your next-of-kin."

Eugene's chuckle turned to a full-blown laugh. "You'll have to excuse me," he apologized, "I find your indignance extremely amusing. I suppose it is understandable, however, considering your ignorance."

Eugene had pushed her too far. Anabella reached behind her and picked up a telephone, and the look on her face made it very clear that the phone was going to have a few pieces of Eugene stuck to it unless I did something fast.

"Wait!" I yelled, as she brought the phone back for a good swing. "Ignorance of what, Eugene?"

He turned to face me, and the smile on his face had turned to a malicious grin. "Of your fate, of course," he said flatly. "You can do what you want with me, but it is sealed nonetheless. You can't stop us."

Anabella set down the phone and leaned down until her face was only inches away from Eugene's. "Us? What us?", she asked. "She glanced back at the phone. "Start making sense now, damn it, because you're really starting to piss me off."

Eugene found Anabella's words the funniest thing so far, and laughed a good, long time before responding. "Oh, now that was ironic. One of you asking one of us to make sense."

"All right," Anabella sighed. "This is just getting way too weird." She slammed shut the visor on Eugene's helmet, and spun it around so it was backwards again. She then turned to face me. "Biff," she said, "I don't know about you, but I'm starting to get a really bad feeling about all of this. What do you say we go to lunch?"