It was a strange night, there seemed to be

It was a strange night, there seemed to be a chill in the air. I was walking home just at dusk when suddenly some one jumped out, grabbed me, and

whispered in my left ear "did you bring it?". The arms on my shoulders held me rigid and I could not turn to see who this gruff African sounding but strangely familiar voice

belonged to, but I knew it must be RZA of the Wu-Tang Clan. I told him, "Yes, I brought it," and pulled from my backpack a DVD showing my childhood martial arts practices. He

put it into his portable combination Data-DVD-reader/Projector and pointed the image at the wall. He watched for a minute, then sneered in disgust. He ejected the disc and threw it

into the maw of his malamute, Wowser. The DVD went down like Vienna sausage. "Dam, there goes my Red Box account." He ran after the dog, which spoke, "FBI Warning: Piracy Not OK"

His robo-dog was malfunctioning like crazy, playing random movies like Gone With the Wind and then switching to the middle of Dumb and Dumber. "Wowzer! Get back here!" But the dog

randomly exploded. I started to cry for i have only known him for so long. I started to pick up the

dry cleaning for my boss. The dry cleaner Asian lady saw my tears and tore off a

piece of his shirt and dabbed my eyes dry. This was the beginning of a torrid wordless affair with my bosses dry-cleaning lady who spoke only chinese