Knight Rider...
When we were small, I was fortunate enought to be close friends with Michael Knight (or so little bro believed). Close enough even to have an invisible communications microchip implanted into my wrist (roughly under my barbie watch) whereby i could talk to Michael Knight whenever I needed to. Michael and I were arranging for my brother to have his very own 'Kit' to get to and from school in... but of course, whenever my brother displeased me, I would talk furtively into my wrist cancelling delivery arrangements, causing my brother of course to panic, apologise profusely and agree to give me all his toys/let me fill my barbie swimming pool with his ghostbusters ectoplasm/ dress up as the damsel in distress in our 2-person roleplays and let me fire arrows at him. It kept on fooling him until he was in his mid-teens or something. (OK - 7 praps!)
(me'n'my monkey, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 15:14, Reply)