You thought you were safe. Nope. More Knight Rider summaries. Some of them crepuscular, in fact.

[valis2]

• [KITT]: "There are however, four species of Scorpions that are deadly poisonous. And they are all found in the Middle Eastern countries. There is not one indigestions to the United States."


• "You take it easy for at least twenty for hours." the doctor warned. "You lost a lot of blood."
  
  [Michael:] "Thanks."
  
  "Now drop those tight britches." He ordered.


• There's apparently a Knight Rider gathering, and they're hoping that people who have made replicas will come because they're giving them a discount. I'm interested in how many people own KITT replicas, to tell you the truth.


• [Author's note from chapter one:]Tell me if you want me to continue the story.
  
  Sadly, there is no chapter two. We can all infer what happened here...


• "I’ll tell you what Mr. Knight. I’ll take any help I can get. I’ve got three murders, probably four, a Deputy who’s wet behind the ears because my last Deputy ran out of town like a dog with it’s tail between it’s legs. And a town that’s ready to explode at a drop of a hat."
  
  I never want to visit an exploding town. Just thought I should mention that.


• As Kitt was considering the options, he was surprised to find that the link was suddenly
  established. Excited, he sent Bonnie a greeting.
  
  HELLO, KITT. I'M AFRAID YOU'RE MISTAKEN. MY NAME IS DAN.
  
  OMG NOES ANYTHING BUT DAN!


• [Devon:] "A woman named Clair Adams has asked for our help. Several men have died under unusual circumstances in the past three months and now her finance is missing.


• Oh, wow, one of the fics is actually suggesting that Devon might be going senile! Though of course in the end it will probably end up being some sort of nefarious plot or another.


• Kitt gave a soft, keening noise inside his CPU.


• On one site, there is this: Devon will welcome you if you click on his head. My heart be still.


• Garthe began to have the uneasy feeling that he should know this person, that there was something unaccountably familiar about him. He studied the image. The man was tall, perhaps as tall as Garthe's own 6'4". Dressed in jeans and a leather jacket, he appeared to be in excellent physical condition, and had a healthy crop of brown curls.
  
  Garthe sounds a leetle too interested in Michael's hair.


• [Unknown Bad Guy] hung up and pocketed the phone, then clicked on the T.V. Pouring himself some Scotch-on-Rocks, he informed the driver to head back to his office. Author's note: Story will be continued at .com. Look under the Topic: Arts - Fiction and Literature - Science Fiction and Fantasy


• Suddenly something intercepted his way and he had to break hard not to collide with it. It was a car, driven by a blonde woman. The black car seemed to stare malevolently at him and the cold stare of the woman added to that effect.
  
  "Welcome to your death, Kitt," she told him.


• The forest surrounding them was smothered in darkness, broken only by the weak moonlight. Crickets, frogs, and other crepuscular animals called into the night, singing their intricate songs.

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[todayiamadaisy]

Credit to the author for knowing what 'crepuscular' means, but it sounds odd in a fic. Then again, crepuscular is an odd-sounding word even by itself.

The doctor ordering Michael to drop his tight britches made me laugh.

[valis2.livejournal.com]

I was so surprised at seeing the word crepuscular that I nearly fell off my chair. I mean, seriously. Someone found a thesaurus, or just had a biology class, I would say.