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  <title>Time Continuum Task Force HQ</title>
  <subtitle>Keep Moving Forward</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Wilbur Robinson</name>
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  <updated>2009-08-23T01:09:26Z</updated>
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    <title>[Prototype #01]</title>
    <published>2007-11-06T15:48:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-23T01:09:26Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Okay. So I &lt;i&gt;probably&lt;/i&gt; shouldn&amp;rsquo;t have been messing around in Dad&amp;rsquo;s lab. I get that. Fine. Though really, the way I see it? That can&lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; be pinned on me. I mean seriously. Dad&amp;rsquo;s got, like, a million and a half awesome things in there that just &lt;i&gt;beg&lt;/i&gt; for use. It&amp;rsquo;s a museum of Things That Want To Be Used But Haven&amp;rsquo;t. And how was I supposed to know that there was some door-making portal thing that would end up with me getting trapped in some&amp;hellip; hotel? Seriously. How is that &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Covered all my bases. Comm-link with Carl? Out of service. Gadgets? Gone. And when I say gone, I really mean &lt;i&gt;gone&lt;/i&gt;. Got absolutely no idea how that happened. So whoever took &amp;lsquo;em from me? I want &amp;lsquo;em back. They&amp;rsquo;re rightfully mine, and even more rightfully my dad&amp;rsquo;s. So-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hellip;Oh wait. I didn&amp;rsquo;t bring them here. Okay, false alarm, scratch that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s still a problem that I don&amp;rsquo;t have &amp;lsquo;em though. They&amp;rsquo;d probably &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; come in handy right about now. So if somebody could figure out what&amp;rsquo;s blocking out the radio signals in this place, that&amp;rsquo;d be great. Knowing Carl, he&amp;rsquo;s gonna be freaking himself out over this, will probably tell my parents, and then they&amp;rsquo;re all gonna &lt;i&gt;kill&lt;/i&gt; me. And I can tell you this: &lt;i&gt;it will not be done with mercy&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hellip;Y&amp;rsquo;know what? On second thought, maybe staying here for a little while isn&amp;rsquo;t such a bad idea after all.</content>
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