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« Reply #120 on: May 12, 2007, 10:15:36 PM »

"Framed -- oh, yeah, I've been framed--" - Gordon snarled in the general direction of his last remaining rat and friend -- Tinkle's brother, Jet.

"All because a filthy little assistant knew that I knew where her precious professor boss hid a worthless statue .."

"Oh, yeah -- I'll break out of this hell hole, if it takes a riot or ..."



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« Reply #121 on: May 13, 2007, 01:05:13 AM »

nasal sniffles.  Waiting' snot a problem, he punned.  At which point....
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« Reply #122 on: May 13, 2007, 11:38:28 AM »

he attempted to lift Jet from the table to enphlegm his fur (Tinkle swore by it) but there was something...
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« Reply #123 on: May 13, 2007, 01:02:58 PM »

...amiss.  Gordon couldn't quite put his finger on it, but the room had suddenly grown a shade darker and there was a sinister air about the place along with the stench of ,,,
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« Reply #124 on: May 13, 2007, 01:19:18 PM »

punkzbane .. or was it .. no .. could it be ..
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« Reply #125 on: May 13, 2007, 01:22:59 PM »

Getting a little jumpy, Gordon took a long, hard...
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« Reply #126 on: May 13, 2007, 01:41:26 PM »

Getting a little jumpy, Gordon took a long, hard...

swig of the punkzbane he had hidden in the toilet bowl, and clutched his head.

"Sometimes I feel I and Jet are mere pawns in the hands of some cruel author who considers himself God and has no qualms about toying with his characters in a heartless, meaningless way ..."  "Oh, God"  "Through some dim haze, I sense someone watching, is it the cruel God or gods?  Is it my cousin, poor old Harold, that dreamer and schemer .."



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« Reply #127 on: May 13, 2007, 01:42:36 PM »

Gordon's jail cell grew darker still, and the stench increased, until ..
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« Reply #128 on: May 13, 2007, 01:48:13 PM »

out of fear that he could smell a rat he began stroking Jet's furry head. "Who's a nice little rat...What's a decent little rat like you...
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« Reply #129 on: May 13, 2007, 01:53:15 PM »

out of fear that he could smell a rat he began stroking Jet's furry head. "Who's a nice little rat...What's a decent little rat like you...
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spinning around in that little wheel I built for you at a time like this.  Listen up Jet -- you've got to help me come up with a plan -- we've got to get out of here but fast ..
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« Reply #130 on: May 13, 2007, 02:04:49 PM »

...if only Aunt Gloria was here - she'd know what to do...
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« Reply #131 on: May 13, 2007, 02:10:39 PM »

...if only Aunt Gloria was here - she'd know what to do...

She used to scatter pearls of wisdom to Harold (who used to be the narrator) and me when he was a teen and I a child, mused Gordon, scratching his head, as if attempting to revive a couple of those pearls, the two of us eagerly awaiting the golden loaves of bread whose aroma filled the warm and cosy kitchen -- nothing like the aroma in here --.  "What are you doing Jet?"  "Whaaaa?"  Jet had bolted out of the wheel as if on fire and scampered using his tiny claws to the top corner of the jail cell ceiling, whereupon he began to gnaw in an apparent frenzy ..
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« Reply #132 on: May 13, 2007, 02:40:13 PM »

Jet had spotted Bruiser sheepishly crawling out from under Gordon's bed. "What the hell...
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« Reply #133 on: May 13, 2007, 03:09:50 PM »

do you think you're doing here," shrieked Gordan, terrified.  "Why, you have no business stinking up my cell like this, and as for hiding under my bed!  What are you thinking?"

"I have a cunning plan,"  giggled Bruiser.
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« Reply #134 on: May 13, 2007, 09:33:06 PM »

do you think you're doing here," shrieked Gordan, terrified.  "Why, you have no business stinking up my cell like this, and as for hiding under my bed!  What are you thinking?"

"I have a cunning plan,"  giggled Bruiser.

"Oh?" said Gordon, with arched eyebrow.  (Jet continued his digging above ...)
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