So, they decided to use one hundred rats running frantically in one hundred wheels to generate the necessary current.
Ridnir Tecth manned the capacitor, urging the rodents to faster and faster revolutions.
Electricity began to arc across the infernal rodent-driven machine as Dr. Tetch cackled maniacally.
The restrained patient began jerking spasmodically as 50,000 watts of electricity ran through his frontal lobe.
Dr Tetch grinned and pushed the capacitors right up to Maximum Flux.
The music they danced to was Kiss' "God of Thunder".
Then Spiro Agnew and Eugene McCarthy got into a stylized knife fight dance number like they were in a bad production of West Side Story.
Dr Tetch looked at his galvanically-jerking patient and wondered what was going through his mind besides 50,000 volts of rodent-generated electricity.
Patrick Curtain became addicted to word games, pumping his post count up significantly.
He did, and now he adds one more post to his tally chastising the Kruel one for mistaking his last name for something that is hung around windows.
But not a word was spoken.
Unfortunately for two of them, they did not realize the third had been following them, at a discrete distance, since departing from the University of London.
Why the Holy Ghost had been taking a Humanitites course there was anyone's guess.
The two gentlemen found an empty cabin and sat down, the third jumped aboard just as the train took up speed and moved down the tracks.
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Suddenly, an elderly and somewhat confused-looking actor by the name of Sean Connery - once the famous star of the James Bond films, which undoubtedly took some inspiration from the books by Ian Fleming but also took some liberties with the character; most notable of issue was the characters treatment of death and sardonic sense of humour, mostly absent in the books in which he is a cold killer - but who was now looking for work in some kind of train-car-murder-mystery of the kind penned by Agatha Christie or perhaps the late Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - who had not in fact actually written any train-car adventures but probably would have if given the chance or if he developed a predilection for trains and their absurb metaphoric relationship to human sexual relations - as a result of his run-in with a gang of stock brokers to whom he owed a staggering amount of money lost during a heroine-laced night of gambling along the Barbary Coast, and who even now were pursuing him by any means at their disposal, including the use of highly-trained assassins masquerading as mystery-novel authors with lucrative movie contracts.
"Tickets, please! Tickets!"
The coach lights glinted in his cracked spectacles and he continued down the length of the car....grinning....for the time was nigh.
In the aftermath, a faint eerie and unnatural sound could be heard emanating from the twisted debris.
Poor Thomas, he and the little engine that could, would huff and puff no more.
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Then, very suddenly, Emily and Gordon (whom Emily quite fancied), managed to guide Harold as he flew Cranky the Crane along the southern end of the Culdee Fell; and presently, Thomas was saved, pulled from the rubble and debris, and Sean Connery happily road back to Barrow-via-Vicarstown, smiling all the way!
Roger Moore, on the other hand, maintained his surly demeanor.
Jaws was in a large clear tank, carried on a massive, perfumed sedan chair, hefted by dozens of burly shoulders beneath it, marching in a slow steady rhythm.
Jaws pondered on his varied and ever-changing identity, first as a large assasin with a steel-toothed smile that chased the version of James Bond played by Roger Moore in such films as Moonraker and The Spy Who Loved Me, then as a murderous enormous example of the shark species Carcharodon carcharias that swam around in the waters of the mythical New England island community of Amity and fought Chief Brody, Quint and that scientist guy from the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute (I can never recall his name) in the now-classic famous Steven Speilberg directed movie known as Jaws, which quite coincedentally was the name he was known as in the James Bond movie franchise, and perhaps why he had suddenly found himself amalgamated into a bizarre steel shark-toothed man/shark hybrid of the two movie characters being carried in a large glass tank on the shoulders of an unruly mob that was chasing the hapless former Bond actor Timothy Dalton through this one sentence thread in the Word Games Forum.