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 Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 9:30 pm
A shabby-looking figure stumbled out of the alleyway near the parking lot. He wore a ratty pair of blue jeans, half of a red-plaid flannel shirt, and a stained t-shirt that had the words "Pancho Villa" written across it. The significance of this wording had been lost to the shirt's owner several years ago.
"For cryin' out loud," he said, "'tain't necessary to yell. Were you raised in a barn or somethin?"
He took a swig from a bottle of something that was hidden in a paper bag. As he swallowed, a pleasant shudder shook his body.
"Ah, that's the stuff! I remember now why they call it Thunderbird."
He blinked and noticed the rather rotund individual standing before him.
"OK... are you really here or are you just a hallucination brought on by the booze? And if you're not a hallucination, can you or somebody else please explain why you're here and waking me up at 6:12 in the morning with your yelling!"
This, of course, was not the correct time. In fact, the hobo had not owned a watch in over 10 years so keeping track of time was no longer a concern of his.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 6:07 am
"Well I don't think I'm a hallucination, or am I?" wondered Largey.
"My dear God! Look at him! He doesn't even know the time! zzz..." Cincey managed to spit out "time!" just before he passed out.
"Does anybody have some water? I'm thirsty. Cincey, what are you doing? This isn't a time for a nap!
"Well are you coming with us, drunk guy that I don't know?" asked Largey.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 4:31 pm
"First of all, I do have a name. ...I'm not quite sure what it is, but all the people I know call me Bradford"
He sipped from his bottle and then scanned the crowd.
"Now who are all you folks and why are you making such a commotion out near the alley? Perhaps when I have all the info, I'll join you."
He decided to lean against the building and relax while awaiting an explanation from this motley crew.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 8:55 pm
Lance came out to see Largey talking to Bradford.
"I see you've caught the cat out of the bag, Fatty! Quickly, break his ASIS and throw him into the DUNGEON OF DOOM!"
Lance pulled his gun out and pointed it at Bradford, but it was also pointed at Largey since she was in the way.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 10:02 pm
Sam tapped Lance on the shoulder from behind. "Um, Lance, don't you think we should give this fellow a chance. I mean, he's just a drunk bum. What good would it do us to waste our energy on him?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 2:35 pm
"Yeah, come on Lance! Just give him a chance!" said Largey.
She quick bent down and slapped Cincey across the face. He woke up, and said the word,"ouch."
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 11:06 am
He smiled kindly at the young lady who stopped the paranoid, gun-wielding agent from ending his life. "I may have fallen on some hard times, ma'am, but I do want to reform myself. I've gotten the backstory from Largey here and... well... tell you the truth, I'm fascinated. As a matter of fact, I'd like to help you folks"
"There's just one thing I must ask you first", he said as he pulled an old and ratty backpack from out of the darkness of the alley. "Is there somewhere I can take a shower in this building? If I'm gonna be out in public and attempting to reform myself, I want to look presentable"
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 6:29 pm
"Yep! In fact go right in there on the left. Here's the key, and take a shower."
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 2:00 pm
The agent lowered his binoculars from his eyes, and spoke quietly into his cell phone.
"The bluebird has landed. The robin led them to the nest in time to incubate. Return the raven to his deck, and wait for the cowbird to sing."
He smiled to himself. They had taken the bait, thanks to that "robin" fellow. All was going according to plan.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 5:16 pm
"Should he be going in there alone to shower? I mean, not that anyone would watch him, but he might steal something or plant some evidence if he's alone. Lance, why don't you accompany him to the shower?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 5:49 pm
"NO! I WANT TO! BESIDES," now she whispers jumping up and down,"I have to go too!! I"M GONNA EXPLODE!! MOVE PEOPLE, MOVE!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 8:19 pm
"Errm, you know, I'll pass on this one. I'll take my turn watching when we have a chick suspect."
Lance pulled a comb out of his shirt pocket, and ran it through his hair.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 1:19 pm
Largey shot to the bathroom trying to hold it in. Bradford was already done when she got there. She was all hot and sweaty and her face was red.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 12:32 pm
Everyone was already in the car when she came back. there was no room left. So she hopped on someone's motorcycle, but it broke into pieces like little bear's chair when Goldy Locks sat on it -except it burst into flames
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 12:45 pm
Cincey sighed. He mumbled under his breath, "Oh grief. That was my motorcycle. I don't have money for a cab.and buses.uuuhugughewew. I am too handsome and good smelling for that. looks like I'm walking. I hate this job. I loved my old one. Killing people was so fun. If only they'd let me come back. I would get my revenge on Largey!" He laughed so loudly everyone heard, "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YES YES!! I WOULD-"
everyone was looking at him. good thing he stopped himself before he said,"KILL HER, BWAHAHAHAHAHA!! YES!! A BOMB MIGHT BE NICE BWAHAHAHAHA!! I'M NOT PICKING UP THE FLUBBER!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
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