Chapter XI

<BODY BACKGROUND="rdsbg.jpg"> <H2><CENTER>Typing Sucks, Huh Huh Huh</CENTER></H2><P><HR SIZE=5><P> <CENTER><IMG ALIGN=MIDDLE HEIGHT=392 WIDTH=521 LOWSRC="typeb4-low.jpg" SRC="typeb4.jpg"></CENTER><P><HR SIZE=5><P> Two weeks later, the Chairman acquired a non-functional typewriter from his employer. He rearranged the keycaps to spell out GRAVITY and placed a message in it: "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy... AAAAhhhhhhh!!!!!" He and The F**k enlisted the assistance of Remote Control and hiked to the CII. The drop went perfectly, with no sign of campus security and no deviation from its course. The typewriter, which weighed in excess of fifty pounds, shattered on impact. The bits scattered in a splash of black plastic. <P><HR SIZE=5><P> <CENTER><IMG ALIGN=MIDDLE HEIGHT=342 WIDTH=461 LOWSRC="typeaftr-low.jpg" SRC="typeaftr.jpg"></CENTER><P><HR SIZE=5><P> <A HREF=story12.html TARGET="story">Click here for the next chapter...</A>