Date: Thu, 1 Sep 1994 21:27:17 -0500 Reply-To: Highlander TV show stories Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Conner Macleod Subject: Friends Will be Friends, (A Parody) Friends will be Friends: A tale of Two Swords. A Short Story By: Jonathan Shimkus comments: connerm@ripco.com connerm@omega.wwa.com <593 BC, Somewhere in Japan> " Kurgan" " Ra-Mir-Ez" " Why do you insist on calling me that, I have never used Ramirez as a name!" " I just like the name, your one of the only immortals I am Friends with." " So... kinda wierd we got together again..." " Yup.. Your Quickening has grown since last we met.." " As yours has, Friend.." " Have you been following the rules?" Kurgan slurrs as laughing Profusely. " Yes..." Ramirez says while trying not to laugh as hard as the Kurgan " Have you?" " But of course, It is tradition" as the Kurgan speaks those word's he is unable to control himself any longer and falls to the ground. " Look, you've muddied yourself..." " Muddied myself?????" " Really, you should keep up on the mortals vocabulary" " Well I'll show you who muddied themself" Suddenly the Kurgan Lunges at Ramirez and drag's him to the ground. " Now we have both been muddied" " Was that really necessary?" " Yes" said the Kurgan as he plowed a handful of mud into Ramirez's face. " Well, true colors come to the surface.. Care to see who is a better swordsman?" "Sure", Kurgan then pulls out a Rusty Lame excuse for a sword. " Wait, I must assemble mine." Ramirez stands up and goes to a table by the the shade tree in the middle of town. Ramirez then opens his Breifcase and pulls out various sections of his sword. Kurgan then sits on one of two chairs by the table. Ramirez continues to lock and snap his very LARGE broad sword together. After 5 mins Ramirez is done with his sword, pushes a button on the sword, and two slivers of metal protrude out from the connection of the sword and handle at a 45 degree handle. "Ready?" " Yup" " What kind of sword is THAT?????" " Well, I haven't found a better one..." " And you cut peoples' head of with THAT?" " Yes.. It just takes a couple of swings to completely sever the head from the shoulders." " I cannot spar with a piece of junk like that!" " Well What do you want to do then?" " One Man" " One Goal" " One Mission" in unison. " One heart, one soul, just one solution, one flash of light " " YEAH!" Both Ramirez and Kurgan start to get into the Song, a large crowd, mostly young maidens, start to circle the duo. " One God, One Vision......Just Gimme gimme gimme , ONE VISION" " WOW!, that was great" Yells Ramirez " You know it" screams Kurgan, in his best Kurgan Voice. The crowd begins to chant, "MORE", "MORE", "MORE" " Well It is better.." " To BURN OUT, THAN TO FADE AWAY!" Both Kurgan and Ramirez Scream. " It's a kind of magic, IT'S A KIND OF MAGIC" " One dream, one soul, one prize, one goal, one golden glance of what should be... It's a kind of magic." " Ooh ,ooh, pain is so close to pleasure, oh yeah....Pain-Pleasure..." " What's next?" ask's the Kurgan " I am tired, do a solo" " Here I am, I'm the master of your destiny.......Gimme the Prize" Sings the Kurgan, in another Kurgan voice. Ramirez then stands and Says " One More, Lets make it a good one!" " HERE WE ARE, BORN TO BE KINGS, WE'RE the Princes of the Universe,Here we belong, Fighting in a world......I am Immortal, I have inside me blood of kings. I have no Rival......." " That was good" Ramirez states as they both sit down. A Young Japanese Maiden, Jumps onto Ramirez's Lap. " Well, what's your name?" " Shakiko" " What a pretty name, for a pretty lady." " Thanks, want to come see my house?" " What is your fathers line of work?" " He is a expert Sword Maker!!" " Ok, I will Come to your house." Before leaving to see Shakiko's house, Ramirez whispers to the Kurgan " Maybe I can get a sword out of this! If I Do, I will give you my present sword." END. =========================================================================