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[[Failure to Deliver (Alternative Method) - EEP Applicable - Emissions Annex Provision|Picture the scene]]: {{icds}} as a group of ghost-hunting kids, miles out of their comfort zone, poking around with a flashlight in a dark, cobwebbed cellar, not sure whether they’ll find an imprisoned maiden down a well or Pennywise the Clown, opening doors, dragging themselves further away from the comfortable mark-to-market world, ever more gingerly, and when they got to the Failure to Deliver (Alternative Method) - EEP Applicable, there is a desperate last-minute lunge, they throw in a handful of [[improvised expository definition|improvised expository definitions]], hoping this might scare away whatever unspeakable evil lurks in the shadows, but alas, they wink out, snuffed out by the suffocating darkness.
[[Failure to Deliver (Alternative Method) - EEP Applicable - Emissions Annex Provision|Picture the scene]]: {{icds}} as a group of ghost-hunting kids, miles out of their comfort zone, poking around with a flashlight in a dark, cobwebbed cellar, not sure whether they’ll find an imprisoned maiden down a well or Pennywise the Clown, opening doors, dragging themselves further away from the comfortable mark-to-market world, ever more gingerly, and when they got to the pit that is — would become — {{euaprov|Failure to Deliver (Alternative Method) - EEP Applicable}}, there are gasps of despair, a desperate last-minute lunge, they throw in a handful of [[improvised expository definition|improvised expository definitions]] hoping this might scare away whatever unspeakable evil lurks in the shadows, but alas, they wink out, snuffed out by the suffocating darkness. To be featured in a forthcoming [[Opco Boone]] adventure:
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“G... g... guys?” stuttered [[Algernon Farquhar|Algy]]. “I th ... th ... think we better get outta here.”
:“G... g... guys?” stuttered [[Edd Sweeney|Edd]]. “I th ... th ... think we better get outta here.”
 
:[[Roly Punchface|Roly]] snorted. “What’s ''wrong'' Eddy-boy? Scared like a — ” The tubster yawped and clucked and duck-walked around Cadet Sweeney, a fierce, brittle enjoyment squalling in his pink little eyes.
[[Roly Punchface|Roly]] snorted. “What’s ''wrong'' Algy? Are you scared? You a ''chicken''?” He squawked gently, and mimicked a chicken.
:“I’m not yeller!” Edd squeaked.
 
:“Are too! —” Roly’s little apple cheeks flushed with brimming petulance.
“I’m not yeller!” Algy squeaked.
:“Cut it out Roly,” barked [[A.J. Paul|AJ]]. Don’t pay him no mind, [[Edd Sweeney|Sweeney]]. You carry on.”
 
:“Lads! ''Quiet''!” hissed Squadron Leader [[Opco Boone]]. “I have to finish this determination dispute trigger. I need bit of quiet. It’s — fiddly ... multi-lat ... ” Boone jabbed his screwdriver into the mechanism, and spluttered as a shower of rust sprinkled his face.
“Are too! —”
:“Don’t forget the double counting, Opco,” said [[Georgia Apathy|George]].
 
:Boone wiped his face and adjusted his goggles. “I got it, G. Just a little further —”
“Lads! ''Quiet''! I have to finish this dispute arrangement. It’s — fiddly ... multi-lat ... ” [[Opco Boone]] jabbed his screwdriver into the mechanism, and a shower of rust sprinkled his face.
:The Eagle Squad leader reached into ancient contraption again, but as he did so, deep in the bowels of the [[ETS]] there was a deep, subsonic moan, as if a God, or a monster, was finally stirring from the slumber of aeons.
 
:''What the fuck was that?''
“Don’t forget the double counting, Opco,” said George.
:Nearby, a vigorous flutter, an explosion of limbs, like a scrambling bird escaping from its predator’s clutch.
 
:“Roly! ''Roly''! Come back! Where are you going?”
Boone wiped his face and adjusted his goggles. “I got it, G. Just a little further —”
:But the young [[squadsman]] had gone. A righteous sneer curled [[A.J. Paul|A.J.]]’s lip.  
 
:Boone stood up. “C’mon gang, this is a dead end. No-one will read this, or understand it, much less ever use it. We better find [[Roly]]. Let’s get out of here.”
Deep in the bowels of the ETS there was a deep, subsonic moan, as if a God, , stirred from a sleep of aeons.
 
What the ''fuck'' was that?
 
There was, nearby, a vigorous flutter, like a scrambling bird.
 
Roly! Roly!
 
But the young [[squadsman]] had gone.  
 
“C’mon gang, this is a dead end. No-one will read this, or understand it, much less ever use it. Let’s get out of here.”
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Latest revision as of 14:56, 5 October 2022

Picture the scene: ISDA’s crack drafting squad™ as a group of ghost-hunting kids, miles out of their comfort zone, poking around with a flashlight in a dark, cobwebbed cellar, not sure whether they’ll find an imprisoned maiden down a well or Pennywise the Clown, opening doors, dragging themselves further away from the comfortable mark-to-market world, ever more gingerly, and when they got to the pit that is — would become — Failure to Deliver (Alternative Method) - EEP Applicable, there are gasps of despair, a desperate last-minute lunge, they throw in a handful of improvised expository definitions hoping this might scare away whatever unspeakable evil lurks in the shadows, but alas, they wink out, snuffed out by the suffocating darkness. To be featured in a forthcoming Opco Boone adventure:

“G... g... guys?” stuttered Edd. “I th ... th ... think we better get outta here.”
Roly snorted. “What’s wrong Eddy-boy? Scared like a — ” The tubster yawped and clucked and duck-walked around Cadet Sweeney, a fierce, brittle enjoyment squalling in his pink little eyes.
“I’m not yeller!” Edd squeaked.
“Are too! —” Roly’s little apple cheeks flushed with brimming petulance.
“Cut it out Roly,” barked AJ. Don’t pay him no mind, Sweeney. You carry on.”
“Lads! Quiet!” hissed Squadron Leader Opco Boone. “I have to finish this determination dispute trigger. I need bit of quiet. It’s — fiddly ... multi-lat ... ” Boone jabbed his screwdriver into the mechanism, and spluttered as a shower of rust sprinkled his face.
“Don’t forget the double counting, Opco,” said George.
Boone wiped his face and adjusted his goggles. “I got it, G. Just a little further —”
The Eagle Squad leader reached into ancient contraption again, but as he did so, deep in the bowels of the ETS there was a deep, subsonic moan, as if a God, or a monster, was finally stirring from the slumber of aeons.
What the fuck was that?
Nearby, a vigorous flutter, an explosion of limbs, like a scrambling bird escaping from its predator’s clutch.
“Roly! Roly! Come back! Where are you going?”
But the young squadsman had gone. A righteous sneer curled A.J.’s lip.
Boone stood up. “C’mon gang, this is a dead end. No-one will read this, or understand it, much less ever use it. We better find Roly. Let’s get out of here.”
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