The Tacoma's rear wheels skidded and fought

The Tacoma's rear wheels skidded and fought for traction against the red earth of Diablo Canyon. A half moon shed light on the bits of falling rock. Then a loud 'thump' followed

as the body in the trunk shifted with the truck's movement. Sweat beaded Angelo's monolithic brow as he wrestled with the wheel. He realized too late that leaving Vegas had been a

mistake without a shovel to bury the body. Angelo drove for a while and then pushed the body over the edge of the Grand Canyon. It got stuck in a wizened tree above a mule track

and hung there like a scarecrow in the moonlight until morning when the first mule train trudged down into the valley loaded with tourists. Guido's body with 2 vultures for company

being found. That's when I realized I forgot to take down the laundry hanging up to dry. Guido's tighty whities would be ruined out in the elements before I could retrieve them.

Guido's tighty whities were a totally necessary component to this critical equation. There's no way to adequately explain this. That's why I needed to get those undies off the

President's personal assassin. It wouldn't be easy. Guido was born hyperaware and had trained with the best, until he surpassed them. But his tighty whities might still be obtained

at JC Penny's regardless of his increased stature and increased size. The president knew Guido's humility was equal to his hyperawareness and that's why he kept him around for

negotations with North Korea. After all, if anyone could convince the Dear Leader that he wasn't really a god among men, it was this guy. Too bad he was drunk all the time.