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 Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 10:55 pm
"And we're back to the good doctor," said Autry, starting to get tired of this. How much more would it take before she cracked and told him everything? God, she was stubborn. Then again, so was he. "He designed this, you know."
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 11:03 pm
"What? Designed what?" She was nearly crying from vexation.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 11:07 pm
"The locator," said Autry condescendingly. Idly, he wondered if the thing could be reconfigured to pick up ESPN. He gave the little keychain device a shake for emphasis. The display in the air remained steady. "This?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 11:17 pm
"That's all right; I'm going to kill him," said Burgundia, nearly absently. "You may keep it."
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 11:20 pm
Flabbergasted, Autry disconnected the device and the display vanished. "But that doesn't make any sense! Haven't I just explained it to you? You can't kill the man! Your plan is unrealistic! So why don't you just give it up!?" His waved his arms around as he shouted.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 11:39 pm
"Because I am an extraordinarily stubborn woman of equally extraordinary anger," said Burgundia, just about tranquil. She was obviously psychotic. "And a woman scorned."
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 11:41 pm
"Scorned? A woman scorned? What, did your boyfriend leave you pregnant--" Autry stopped right there because that was a little dangerously close to his own history. Except that his mother had not, despite all the bad lovers, ever considered trying to kill someone.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 11:42 pm
"I can't get pregnant!" Burgundia threw her hands up. "Are you as dumb as a sack of rocks? I don't have a UTERUS! I don't even have a v****a!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 11:43 pm
"Then what the hell reason could YOU have to be scorned? Someone s**t on your macrame?" She probably did macrame, too. She looked the type.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 11:45 pm
"I hope your p***s falls off."
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 11:46 pm
"I can see yours already did!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 11:48 pm
That, unfortunately, prompted more abuse; Burgundia flew at his face again, kicking and punching like a small and angry Mike Tyson, beating him with her tiny fists. "I NEVER HAD A p***s! I IDENTIFY AS A GODDAMNED FEMALE DESPITE ASEXUALITY! GO STICK YOUR d**k IN YOUR MOTHER!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 11:51 pm
Autry forgot everything: his training, his vocabulary, everything. He dropped into a crouch and covered his head with his hands. "I WOULD BUT YOURS ALREADY DID!" Even he wasn't sure what that meant given the circumstances.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 11:58 pm
Burgundia kicked his head, which also was not excessively painful, and then paused as that totally stumped her. "..... WHAT? THAT MAKES NO SENSE!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 12:02 am
Autry broke out laughing. Hands still protectively over his face, he leaned back, tilting his head skywards, racked with hysterical laughter. He laughed so hard he fell on his side and lay there, shaking with mirth. He laughed so hard tears formed in his eyes. He could barely manage to get a word out through all the laughter. "I don't know what it means either!"
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