Little men

[Webmaster 20]

Subject: Little men

Date: Thu, Dec 26, 1996 7:25 PM

From: LtHerel

 

 

   "Ahh, Mademoiselle Herel!  Let me see the dough, how she turns out!  Oo!  Perfect.  She is just stiff enough to roll now.  I let you use my very special rolling pin.  It was my father’s you know.  It will guarantee perfection!"

   Herel takes the old wooden pin from him.  "Oh, Monsieur Mimart, it’s beautiful.  Thanks!"

   "Ahh, for you, Mademoiselle, anything.  Oh, I almost forget!  I have cutters here somewhere."  He putters under the counter.  "Here they are, my little friends!  Many for you to chose from.  You let me taste the first batch, no?"

   "I wouldn’t have it any other way!"

   He smiles broadly.  "You just call for Prosper if you need any help!"  And off he goes, humming.

   She coaxes the stiff dough with the big old pin into a huge flat pancake and then picks up the pile of old metal cutters.  "Ok, let’s see what we have here.  Ah.  A little miniature Republic.  Nice, but not appropriate.  A battle cruiser.  Oh, now that’s festive.  What’s this?  Looks like something Schroedinger dragged home last week.  Oh m’Lord, what’s this?" she quickly looks around for Prosper as she stuffs that particular cutter back to the bottom of the container.  She pokes around a bit more

and finding nothing appropriate for a holiday event, puts the container back under the counter.  

   "Ok, Holly, it’s up to you now.  Check the old memory banks for cookie cutters.  I need one shaped like a little man."

   "Hello, Lieutenant Herel.  Don’t you think that is politically incorrect?"

   "Huh?  Oh, ok.  How about a little person?"

   "What species?"

   "What sp… ?  Who cares?  Generic.  Humanoid.  I just need a #### cutter."

   "Unable to comply."

   "Oh, geez, now I’ve insulted it.  Ok, Holly, I’m very sorry I lost my temper, now will you please replicate me a cookie cutter shaped like a little generic person?  Please?"

   "I have one cookie cutter in my files."

   "Okaaay…  May I have it now, please, Holly, please?"

   The little cutter materializes in the replicator.  Herel picks it up.  

   "A sheep?!  You gave me a sheep?  I want a man!  I’m making gingerbread men, not gingerbread sheep!"

   "If you wish to program a new file, please begin with a two dimensional representation of the desired shape, along with size and material specifications.  Materials must be approved for food service prior to replication.  The shape must support guidelines appropriate for terms of service.  The…"

   "I’ll use the sheep!"

   "As you wish, Lieutenant Herel.  Let me know if you need further assistance."

   "AAAH!"  Herel stops just short of flinging the dough at the wall panel.