"Really? It can only take a 2 GB memory card?

"Really? It can only take a 2 GB memory card? Sorry, dude, you got rooked," I said, shaking my head. "I don't think you're going to be able to retrieve those photos."

"Fuck." He replied, saddened by the discovery. "Without those pictures we'll never be able to topple our shadow government oppressors." He sat despondently on a nearby bench.

A hobo sat on the other side of the bench. He possessed a synthetic eye that resembled a camera lens. He ogled an old lady walking her dog while eating his

delicious pizza. I asked him "There's a pizza restaurant around here?" He said "Yes, its in the 1337 street". Instantly i run'd to the pizza restaurant. But i didn't have money. So

quickly mustered up the best fake British accent I could and

introduced myself as "Reginald Bifocals, bookbinder extraordinaire!". Damn it! Was that really the best I could ad-lib? I really wasn't cut out for the life of a

suave spy. Sure, I had a top hat and a snazzy suit, but no charm. They stared at me and I realized I had to make my escape now, no second later. My grappling hook was ready to

shoot through the window and swing onto the streets below. I did so and laughed out loud as I looked at the suprised faces of my former captors. However, one of them pulled out a

a sniper rifle. I ran in a zig-zag line until I ducked behind a car. Coaster-size holes popped into the hood. The car sped off. I guess it was occupied. Without cover I had