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GPF Archive: Friday, October 5, 2001 Skaboola: Quit stalling. Let us, how do you say? "Get it on"? / Trudy: Er, there *is* one more problem, your majesty... / Trudy: While I am quite fertile, this male, unfortunately, is unable to perform. He is *impotent*. / Fooker: *WHAT?!* / / Fooker: Ow! I mean, yep! The flag don't even fly half mast! / Skaboola: So? You can still perform the mating act. Just... / Grey alien: Acturally, sire, that means he can't (whisper, whisper...) / Skaboola: *OH.*
GPF Archive: Saturday, October 6, 2001 Grey alien: The female is lying, sire! They are merely looking for an avenue of escape! / Skaboola: Perhaps... / Skaboola: To be certain, subject the male to a full battery of tests. I want every measurement possible, *especially* the invasive ones. / Grey alien: Yes, sire! / Fooker: I *hate* you... / Trudy: I know... / Grey alien 1: I'm going to *enjoy* this... / Grey alien 2: I'll put on some popcorn!
GPF Archive: Sunday, October 7, 2001 Trudy: My buddy Bill sent me a copy of his new operating system... he heh... I *love* blackmail... / Trudy's computer: Windows XP has detected a new CD writer. Your configuration has changed. Please reactivate your copy of Windows XP. / Trudy's computer: Windows XP has detected new sound card drivers. Your configuration has changed. Please reactivate your copy of Windows XP. / Trudy's computer: Windows XP has detected that you have adjusted the brightness of your monitor. Your configuration has changed... / Trudy: I want Linux, and I want it *now*. / Fooker: Heart... Stopped.... Beating...
GPF Archive: Monday, October 8, 2001 Hours pass: / Trudy: Your Eminence! I am honored by your-- / Skaboola: Dispense with the platitudes. Your act may fool the drones, but not *me*. / Skaboola: I can tell by your manipulations that you are a human of questionable character. I have a *proposal* for you. I shall set you and the male free... / Skaboola: If *you* do something in turn for *me!* / Trudy: Okay, Trudy... To what depth will you *not* stoop?
GPF Archive: Tuesday, October 9, 2001 Trudy: S-something for you? / Skaboola: Unlike the drones, who think only for "the greater good," I look out for only one thing: *me*. / Skaboola: This 'zoo' does more than 'enlighten the galaxy.' It fills my coffers. I have exquisite tastes, which also tend to be... *expensive*. / Skaboola: Yet for all my wealth, there is one thing it cannot buy. I have searched long and hard, and only on earth have I found the one thing I truly *desire*... / Skaboola: Please... How do I get more *cheese?!*
 
GPF Archive: Wednesday, October 10, 2001 Trudy: You... want... *what*?! / Skaboola: I want *cheese!* By Zoron, I cannot help myself! I *must* have more! / Skaboola: We first discovered it on an early expedition to your world. Ever since, it has become my purpose, my reason to sexist! / Trudy: Good grief... / Trudy: Why can't you just make your own? / Skaboola: We cannot! We have tried! Something about the environemnt of our ship makes it impossible! / Trudy: Oh, come on... / Skaboola: Do you recall several years ago in your media news stories about 'cattle mutilations'? / Trudy: Yes, but... *OH.*
GPF Archive: Thursday, October 11, 2001 Trudy: So, all I have to do is get you all the cheese you want, and you'll set me free? / Skaboola: *Yes!* You can go. I swear. / Trudy: You know, I *do* know how to get you all the cheese you want... But I *don't* think I'll tell you... / Skaboola: *WH-WHY?!* / / Skaboola: Because... I am desparate, and you can swindle me for more than just freedom...? / Trudy: As we say on earth, "bingo."
GPF Archive: Friday, October 12, 2001 "So I told them to use their teleporters to steal gold from Fort Knox, selectively so it won't be missed... / "Then they could buy large quantities of cheese from the American Dairy Association (which would have to explain where the gold came from)... / "In turn, the aliens released both me and fooker, as well as a crate of supplies, my 'payment'... / "Which contained alien weapons, so I could conquer a small nation and complete my C.R.U.D.E. membership..." / Trudy: Behold the power of cheese.
GPF Archive: Saturday, October 13, 2001 Chuck: Wow... all that sounded so *bizzarre*... / Trudy: Not *exactly* how I planned to torment Fooker, but it was still fun. / Chuck: So did you give all the alien weapons to CRUDE? / Trudy: Of course not! I gave them a sample, but the big stuff I'll keep for a rainy day. / Chuck: And the "information" you sought from fooker? / Trudy: Right here. / Chuck: A lock of his *hair*? / Trudy: Yep. / Trudy: Now all my preparations are complete. The final cog is in place. Soon, the others will be powerless to stop my plans for Nick... /
GPF Archive: Monday, October 15, 2001 A lot can happen in the course of a single day...especially when run through the GPF Plot Line Multiplex! / [[Outside the GPF Office]] / Sharon: Are you sure you're OK, Dwayne...? / Dwane: <> Shhure... / [[Sharon and Dwayne enter the office]] / Nick: So, another movie tonight? / Ki: How 'bout we try something different..? / [[Nick and Ki enter the office]] / [[Trudy enters the office, whistling loudly.]] / Fred: You're about two hours late... / Fooker: Well, if you hadn't slept on the alarm clock... / [[Fooker dashes into the office, with Fred on his back.]]
 
GPF Archive: Tuesday, October 16, 2001 [[Inside the GPF office]] / Nick: Something different? Sure. What did you have in mind? / Ki: I don't know... something we don't do every weekend... / [[Fooker rushes past]] / [[Dwayne's office. Dwayne is asleep at his desk; Nicole is standing over him angrily, holding Sydney. Nick and Ki stand in the doorway looking puzzled.]] / Nicole: Dwayne! Wake up! I said you need to watch Sydney today! Oh, good grief... / Ki: Is Dwayne okay, Nicole? / Nicole: Yes...we're just both exhausted. I need to return to work today, but someone needs to watch Sydney. / Nick: We'll watch her 'til Dwayne wakes up... / Nicole: You sure you won't leave her alone and defenseless in a crisis? / Nick: Um...? / [[Nicole hands Sharon to Ki.]]
GPF Archive: Wednesday, October 17, 2001 [[Fooker and Fred sit at Fooker's desk at GPF]] / Fred: I didn't sleep on the alarm clock; YOU slept right through it. / Fooker: Shh, forget it. You hide... Here comes Trudy... / Trudy: Oh, Fooky... / Fooker: Do NOT call me "Fooky". / Trudy: My aren't WE touchy today... / Fooker: [[Thinking]] I'll touch YOU in a minute... / Fooker: You're obscenely cheerful. Did you run over a cat on your way to work today? / Trudy: No, but everything is going my way today! / Trudy: By the way, the 'Net seems bogged down this morning... / Fooker: That's because someone's trying to ping-flood our gateway!
GPF Archive: Thursday, October 18, 2001 Nick: What was _that_ all about? / Ki: I think Nicole's still upset that you left her to save those kids while she was in labor. / Nick: Don't you mean _we_ left her? I thought she'd be fine with you... / Ki: And I left her with Fooker, who dumped her on Trudy. Okay, point made... / Nick: I would have never left her if I wasn't sure she'd be safe with you guys... / Ki: Maybe we should tell her that. She didn't know you thought that. / [[Ki is holding the baby, while the baby is grabbing Nick's tie]] / Ki: By the way, we still haven't decided what to do about tonight... / Nick: GHRK...
GPF Archive: Friday, October 19, 2001 Fred: Can you panic more quietly? I'm trying to write a test here. / Fooker: Excuse _me_ for averting a crisis... / Fred: What's going on? / Fooker: We're being bombarded by a denial-of-service attack. Our router's being flooded. / Fooker: If I can't stop it, GPF will be knocked off the 'net. All our customers' servers will go down, and we lose money. / Fred: Ah, a _bad_ thing. / Fooker: Fortunately for us, the little script kiddie responsible is about the meet the fierce hacking skills of Fooker, sys admin guru... / Fred: Ooh... I'm scared...
GPF Archive: Saturday, October 20, 2001 [[Dwayne is asleep at his desk, as Trudy walks past his office]] / <> / [[Trudy enters the office, stands in the foreground of the panel, and does something to sleeping Dwayne]] / <> / [[Trudy leaves Dwayne's office, whistling. She has given Dwayne a massive wedgie, rolled up his right sleeve and drawn a tattoo on his arm, put a "Kick Me" sign on his back, stuck pencils in his nostrils and right ear, and put a paper hat on his head.]] / <> / <>
 
GPF Archive: Monday, October 22, 2001 Fred: Bah. With the web down, I can't do my research. Does Dwayne have an encyclopedia? / Fooker: Huh? Wha-? Oh. Check the library. / Fooker: Lessee... classic DDoS, all right. It looks like a couple hundred zombies are ping-flooding us major. If I can filter enough TCP/IP packets... / Fooker: Bingo! Well, looky here... each packet contains the code telling the zombies who to attack. Sloppy. Boot up the wireless and see if I can get a clear path. / Fooker: Ah, here we go... If I can isolate the zombie code, I can find and track our culprit. And since I know where they're coming from, it ought to be a piece of cake...
GPF Archive: Tuesday, October 23, 2001 Ki: I don't know... It just feels like we do the same things over and over. Let's try something new this week. / Nick: Like what? Any ideas? / Ki: I don't know... Go to an amusement park, go hiking, find a convention... / Nick: We seem to have bad experiences with each of those... / Fred: Ah, the bloom is off the rose... / Nick: Fred... What are you doing here? / Fred: Research. Don't mind me. Please continue your lovers' spat.
GPF Archive: Wednesday, October 24, 2001 Fooker: Sweet Linus Torvalds! I finally found a copy of the zombie trojan (in Trudy's inbox, no less) and this thing is a real monster! / Fooker: But with this, I can isolate exactly how it works and find the source... / [[Trudy pokes her head into Fooker's work station.]] / Trudy: Oh, Fooky...? / Fooker: Do NOT call me that. / Trudy: Where's the toolbox? / Fooker: Black cabinet, second shelf. / Trudy: Thanks! / Fooker: Even if I WASN'T hip deep in problems, I DON'T think I'd want to know why... / Dwayne [[who's voice is heard off-panel, coming from his office]]: WHO STAPLED MY TIE TO MY DESK?!
GPF Archive: Thursday, October 25, 2001 Ki: Why don't we go dancing? I haven't done that in years... / Nick: I can't dance to save my life. It's _not_ pretty. / Ki: How about a play? / Nick: They closed the old playhouse due to a rat infestation. / Ki: We could go rollerskating! / Nick: And be the oldest non-chaperones there... / Ki: I guess bungee-jumping is out of the question... / Nick: Sorry. No death wish. / [[The baby is grabbing Fred]] / Fred: HURK!
GPF Archive: Friday, October 26, 2001 [[Trudy has a toolkit and screwdriver, and is doing something to the restroom door.]] / Trudy: Uh-oh... / [[Dwayne, still showing the evidence of Trudy's pranks, reaches the restroom.]] / Dwayne: When I find out who glued paper clips to my finger nails, pink slips will fly... / [[Dwayne enters the restroom, while Trudy looks on from her hiding place around the corner.]] / [The door handle falls off the restroom door, locking Dwayne in. Trudy laughs.]] / <>
 
GPF Archive: Saturday, October 27, 2001 Ki: Oh, come on, Nick! Can't we agree on _one_ thing we can do with our weekend? / Nick: Sure, but... / Fred: HURK! / Fred: Air.. need air... <> / Nick: Fred... You don't even _have_ a windpipe... / Fred: {{weakly}} I knew that..
GPF Archive: Monday, October 29, 2001 [[Fooker's typing away at his laptop.]] / Fooker: (thinking) Hmm...by dissecting the trojan, I now know how it works. It's a sub-strain of sub7server, with a certain love for IRC. / Fooker: (thinking) It logs into an IRC server at this address and awaits commands. The "Boss" then issues commands to the channel and the zombies obey. / Fooker: (thinking) Well, now...let's see who this little runt is, shall we? Open IRC, log into the channel... / Computer hacker (dialogue on computer): |-|3110, F00|<3|2...1'\/3 833|\| 3>http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20011029.html
GPF Archive: Tuesday, October 30, 2001 Nick: Well, we've wasted most of today just trying to decide what to do tonight. / Ki: And we _still_ haven't decided. / Ki: Are we really so _boring_ that we can't come up with something fun to do? Is our relationship really that _lukewarm_? / Nick: No... I think we're actually so comfortable that we don't have to force an agenda on ourselves to enjoy each other's company. / Fred: {{large font}} WILL SOMEBODY TELL THIS KID I'M UNSANITARY?!
GPF Archive: Wednesday, October 31, 2001 [[Fooker is sitting at his lap top on IRC]] / Unknown Hacker: |-|4\/1|\|9 4 117713 7|20u813 4kk3551|\|9 7|-|3 |\|37? |-|3|-|... [['L33t translation: "Having a little trouble accessing the net? heh..."]] / Fooker [[thinking to himself]]: Dang... I hate reading "L33T." / Unknown Hacker: '/0u |23411z3 1 k4|\| |<33p 7|-|15 up 1|\|d3F1|\|1731`/ \/\/17|-| `/0u|2 53|2\/3|25 d0\/\/|\| `/0u|2 8u51|\|355 \/\/111 d13. [['L33t translation: "You realize I can keep this up indefinitely? With your servers down your business will die."]] / Fooker [[thinking to himself]]: That's it... keep yappin'... / Unkown Hacker: 17'5 411 83k4u53 0F `/0u F00|<3|2. `/0u`|23 0|\|3 0F 7|-|3 8357. 8u7 1`/\/\ 83773|2 7|\|4|\| 7|-|3 8357. 11k|< /\/\`/ |<3d5 [['L33t translation: "It's all because of you Fooker. You're one of the best. But I'm better than the best. Lick my Keds."]] / Fooker [[thinking to himself]]: While I trace your home IP... / Unkown Hacker: 1 k4|\| |-|4k|< 8-7|2335 4|20u|\|d `/0u, /\/\a|\|. 1 4/\/\ `/0u|r 90d... [['L33t translation: "I can hack B-Trees around you man. I am your god..."]] / Fooker [[thinking to himself]]: I think "god" is overdue for a spanking...
GPF Archive: Thursday, November 1, 2001 [[Dwayne is trapped in the bathroom, looking furious.]] / Dwayne: The door handle came off! Now I'm trapped! This is just perfect. / [[Dwayne looking at a ventilation window.]] / Dwayne: Well, maybe I can squeeze through the window... / [[Trudy, standing on a ladder outside the same window, has a steaming bucket in her hands.]] / Trudy: When Dwayne tries to squeeze through this window, this bucket of manure will finish off a perfect da-- / [[Dwayne opens the window quickly, knocking the bucket of manure over Trudy's head. Trudy looks at the bucket very worriedly.
 
GPF Archive: Friday, November 2, 2001 [[Fooker is sitting at his lap top on IRC]] / Fooker {{intently typing}}: Who is this? The Brotherhood of the Twisted Pair? / Unknown hacker: |\|0, 8u7 '/0u |<|\|0\/\/ \/\/|-|0 1 4/\/\... / {{No, but you know who I am...}} / Unknown Hacker: 1 4/\/\ 4 l337 |-|4k|<3|2, F4|2 5up3|210|2 70 '/0u, F00|<3|2. '/0u'11 |\|3\/3|2 570p /\/\3. 1 4/\/\ 1|\|\/1|\|k1813! / {{I am an elite hacker, far superior to you, Fooker. You'll never stop me. I am invincible!}} / Fooker {{typing}}: First rule of hacking, twerp: There's always a better hacker out there than YOU. / <> / [[Fooker smugly makes one finishing key press.]] / [[The hacker is revealled to be Ki's brother Yoshi. He is sitting in front of a Desktop PC with a single CRT monitor. There is an opened cola can behind his left elbow, which is moving as if he acidentally knocked against it.]] / Yoshi {{taken aback}}: H-HE TURNED MY OWN ZOMBIES AGAINST ME?! CRAP! HE KNOCKED ME OFFLINE!
GPF Archive: Saturday, November 3, 2001 Narrator: And so, another day, another year of GPF draws to a close. Here's to many more years of twisted confusion! / [[Nicole approaches Dwayne, concerned. Dwayne storms out of the GPF building.]] / Nicole: Dwayne, why is Sydney covered in green slime? / Dwayne: DON'T ASK. / [[Nick & Ki leave the GPF building.]] / Nick: So... Another movie tonight? / Ki: Let's just make out. That's what we'd end up doing anyway... / [[Trudy exits the GPF building covered in manure. Flies are encircling her.]] / [[Fooker leaves the GPF building, satisfied and whistling happily.]] / Fred: I'm covered in infant drool. Why are YOU so happy?
GPF Archive: Sunday, November 4, 2001 Muhahahahaha! Soon, the world shall be in my grasp! No one can stop me now! / Not so fast, Evil Trudy! We are the good guys! We will stop your nefarious plot! / Ha! As long as I have your buddy Nick, all the world is my toy! / Then suddenly, the omnipotent Mischief smites all the mortals with a simple flick of her finger! / Ahhh! / Could I be any more bored?
GPF Archive: Monday, November 5, 2001 [[Mischief is sitting on emptiness, facing right, her legs crossed at the ankles, looking at a planet cradled in her gloved right hand. Her chin rests on her left hand (also gloved).]] / Narrator: SOMEWHERE BEYOND OUR CONCEPTS OF TIME AND SPACE: / Mischief [[thinks]]: SIGH... WATCHING THIS LITTLE MUDBALL IS SO <>BORING... / Mischief [[thinks]]: HOW COULD ONE LITTLE PLANET CAUSE SO MUCH <>TROUBLE? OF ALL THE ANOMALIES THE BOSS AND I MUST FIX, THIS LITTLE ROCK IS USUALLY IN THE MIDDLE OF THEM ALL. / [[Mischief let go of the planet (which is now shown to be Earth, with the south-east quadrant of North America spotlighted and in a targeting cross-hair) and turned right, facing the reader]] / Mischief [[thinks]]: EARTH... MOST OF THE TIME, IT'S JUST ANOTHER WORLD... BUT EVERY NOW AND THEN...
GPF Archive: Tuesday, November 6, 2001 Mischief: [[in thought]] Ngh... Why do I get stuck baby-sitting this ONE universe while the boss has all the FUN? / Mischief: [[in thought]] So may other Earths are so much more EXCITING! Superheroes, alternate realities, different species... I could have EONS of fun watching each one of them! / Mischief: [[in thought]] But noooo... I get to wait 'til THIS one starts to go hay -- ... Um... UH oh...
 

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