The CEO was an avid collector of Star Wars

The CEO was an avid collector of Star Wars memorabilia & this was his prize catch. He had it installed in his office. He sat down in the Emperor's throne & paged Ms. Beazly
"You have failed me Ms. Beazly, I will now crush your spirits with this mind trick that I do." "Sir are you pretending to be the Emperor from Starwars?" replied Ms. Beazly. "Grrrrr
anola Tigrendum!" she muttered sotto voce so as to focus the force. He ran away screaming. Ms. Beazly had few tormentors but regretted that her friends were also afraid
of her, so she was certain they wouldn't come to her rescue. Or maybe they would, fearing what she'd do if they didn't. She held her hand out so she could mirror the spell back to
gnarled gnome. But the gnome's walking stick absorbed the spell. His eyes turned red. He sent Devil's Breath from his nostrils into her mouth. This powerful spell caused her
to achieve the greatest pleasure possible. Her loins errupted: she was free. When she realised with embarrassment what had happened, she
apologized to the villagers of Pompeii for having to endure a second cataclysmic eruption. She promised to help find someone other than herself to clean it up. Red Cross declined
, but the Tzu Chi Foundation nuns came to the rescue, praying feverently as they picked up the aftermath of the disaster in Pompeii. She was so grateful, she became a nun herself &
found herself in a remote mountain convent. Tragically, she had selected the wrong order. Her beauty made her the subject of gossip; in their envy, she was mistreated; the Mother
Superior called in a peasant to brick her up in her small cell so she could contemplate the nature of vanity, the transience of all things and the very nothingness of this world.

Started: 2011-11-29 07:51:04
Finished: 2013-12-28 05:22:55

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