He had nerves of steel. He'd been busted

He had nerves of steel. He'd been busted for selling unlicensed boradcast credits to the Pleasure Maffia on an off-moon base and spent forty rotations in the Pit Barns, so
he was careful and kept to the shadows of the energy tunnels. When he heard footsteps, he stepped back until he saw
James Dallas Egbert III, who vanished in the tunnels in 1979 with a bottle of methaqualone. He was about to reveal himself when something in Egbert's demeanor made him hesitate.
That hesitation ultimately cost him his life. Samantha Patricia Simone, expert pickpocket, wanted murderer, and long-time lover of James Dallas Egbert III shot our hero in the
Hooter's restaurant in downtown Boise. Samantha smiled at the suprise on James Egbert's face when the bullet appeared as he was reaching for
the last chicken wing. "Gah!" he cried in alarm. "Did you see that?" She smiled awkwardly. "Oh, well... my superpower is to make ammunition appear at socially awkward times, so
I suppose this is going to get slightly more dramatic, isn't it?" as if on cue, thirty-seven pounds of .308 rounds flew out of his well-worn bum, with such force that they
punctured the dealership's moon bounce. The well-dressed patrons cried as it deflated. "Well that's just perfect," said his boss. "Now whose gonna buy a new Rolls-Royce?"
"I will," said Dakota Fanning, emerging from the red Nike Air Team Training medium duffel bag on the ground behind them. "Everyone should own a Rolls," she cried, and started
to yarn as she noticed it was all a dream ( bigge smallss )

Started: 2011-02-26 16:33:25
Finished: 2011-08-11 12:05:58

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