Franklin had had enough of John's tepid peevishness

Franklin had had enough of John's tepid peevishness and self-importance. Tonight he was going to lose this albatross around his neck and be alone in Paris so that he could

I could find the holy grail?" Ben sighed. Darn Adams and his religious obsessions! "Well, I think you should go to Asia or something. I heard some hermit keeps it hidden in his cav

alier, though why he would store a Grail in an old Chevy is beyond me." Ben would not join the search for the Grail, so said the runes carved in the obsidian plinth. His destiny

was to search for the lost transmission clutch synchronizer for Gramps old '46 Chevy 1500 pickup. The obsidian plinth said Ben would find the part in an abandoned junkyard in

Minsk. So Ben visited the nearest mink farm & gave each little varmint an ipecac. Grampa wanted his truck back though, so Ben had to tell the bad news to the Obsidian Plinth. "I

saw a shiney pebble on the road and swerved to miss it. After I escaped the inferno from the truck wreck I went back to the pebble but it was just a piece of broken glass" Ben expl

oded right before our very eyes. Perhaps the top-secret organisation that Ben worked for had hidden explosives under his skin. After all the truck crash was top-secret info.

And nobody could know of either. Ben's paranoia at the idea that one slip up would tell the whole word began to consume him.

No one ever did find out, though, & Ben became known as "Uncle Ben." Strangely, he was consumed...