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"Yeah...." Bing said, looking at the man, "Tennis? You start it up, I'm going to check up on our murder victim"

The man looked at his developing paws, "I am what I am." He muttered, walking up to the latest victim of the notorious Wii remote. After a second of close observation, he slapped him in the face, a moment later, he smacked him again, for good measure. The fox man put a long ear to Alan's mouth, hearing the airy sound of breathing.

"Well, at least he's alive."

As the other islanders moved around him, Alan was far away, in a meadow of some sort. It wasn't on the island, the plants around him were suited to a more temperate climate, and it seemed like for the first time in years he was calmed, relaxed, happy...

To the others, however, it just looked like his eyes were rapidly moving around.

"I dunno." Bing said, noting the REM, "He looks like he's having a seizure or something."

He took up the controller, well, he seemed alright, he wasn't like, foaming at the mouth or anything like that. Yeah, he was sleeping. Bing hoped that was the case.

"Trouble talking usually comes with a stroke... he may be in shock though." Bress picked Left Arm Number 7 to scratch his chin and ponder. "Maybe we should bring him to the labs? Knowing them, they probably already have someone on their way..."


[[[[laughs at the fact that Alan's talking a** backwards...]]]]]

Bress rubbed his forehead as a quite depressing suggestion popped into it. "Do you think the labs would go so far as to alter a Wii? I suppose It'd just be a Wii adjustment." He then drummed a hand's worth of fingers, considering the aging man's condition.

"I bet the labs teamed up with Nintendo to make this thing" Bing said, sorely tempted to hit the man again to see what else head trauma can do, "No person in their right mind would actually stand up and wave around their controller around to play video games" This coming from the expert, "They probably just want to make us look like morons or something, or maybe it's some kind of weird reflex expirement, or there's some hidden camera... Or..."

Now normally, Bing would've have pinched himself right now, but at the moment, the temptation to hit Nala with the remote was pestering him to a great extent. So he did, not being one to think about things like that, besides, it was a lot better to cut off his ramblings than smacking himself. It seemed like an accident, a forehand return across the net, which translated into reality as Bing swinging his lanyardless remote, "Accidentally" letting go and hitting Alan square in the forehead once again.

If the guy started speaking Spanish, they might be here awhile.

Bress was positively puzzled! "I don't suppose that's Swahili. But given this instantaneous change, there is definitely something strange about the remote." Dr. Baltar stared down at this graying man, seeming to purr. "I wonder, Bing, what would the actual BUTTONS do while pointed at him? Surely if it was just physical contact you'd be affected too. Try the A button, if you please."

This was quite the fun experiment, and there would be no need for a report!