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Post by Machaeus on Jun 7, 2006 0:28:39 GMT -4
"Alright. We'll visit the bookstore and download a few mythology books into her. But I want full re-imbursement for each book I buy, plus 50% of the reciept. That clear? And if not, we're going to have a little 'chat', if you get my drift."
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Post by Champ on Jun 7, 2006 0:29:20 GMT -4
Skyway rep:Fine by me
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Post by Machaeus on Jun 7, 2006 0:37:16 GMT -4
"Good. Urufu out." He hangs up. "Jen, we're hitting the bookstore." About 12 minutes and $95 later, Urufu is muttering, "I can't believe how many books you grabbed, Jen." "Well, I just figured I'd need all I could spare."
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Post by Champ on Jun 7, 2006 8:28:12 GMT -4
Champ:How many of those are URBAN mythology?
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Post by Machaeus on Jun 7, 2006 10:52:03 GMT -4
"3 or 4, why?" Jenny queries.
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Post by Champ on Jun 7, 2006 16:49:36 GMT -4
Champ:That may help more
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Post by Machaeus on Jun 7, 2006 17:59:34 GMT -4
"I got her whatever I could to stop her need for explanations every two seconds."
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Post by Champ on Jun 7, 2006 18:16:34 GMT -4
Champ:And that guarentees Inez won't bother us
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Post by Machaeus on Jun 7, 2006 18:23:38 GMT -4
"Exactly."
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Post by Champ on Jun 7, 2006 18:46:38 GMT -4
Champ:Perfect
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Post by Machaeus on Jun 7, 2006 18:51:07 GMT -4
It's night. Urufu currently has a huge electric lamp in the middle of the city. "Why?" Jenny asks. "MOTHman," Urufu says curtly. "They should head for the light."
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Post by Champ on Jun 7, 2006 20:23:14 GMT -4
Ruri:No,Mothmen aren't actually related to moths, but...*watches as a toxic waste truck parks down the street*That should do just fine
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Post by ultramattdroid on Jun 7, 2006 20:32:13 GMT -4
Harold: I hate pollution.
Nora: Me too.
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Post by Champ on Jun 7, 2006 21:15:27 GMT -4
Ruri:But it's the only provenly effective bait
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Post by Machaeus on Jun 8, 2006 0:58:49 GMT -4
"Seemed like a good theory at the time," Urufu mutters. "Alright, but the lamp stays on. This thing is killing more mosquitoes than I knew existed, which, in my book, is a good thing." He lunges in front of the truck, and it screeches to a halt. "We need to borrow that stuff," he shouts to the driver over the rattling motor, "It's bait!" "I'm getting paid $250 to haul this!" Nora grumbles, then pulls out her wallet and hands the money to the man. He leaves with a flourish. "This had better work, Ruri," she snaps.
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