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gardentraveler** leaves the hairstylest headed for the library when suddenly… *
EarthStone777 dashes from the back room where he was having <censored> waxed, grabs the ball and sprints down the street with it. He turns back to see if anyone is following and manages to trip over his own feet. The ball goes rolling off into a dark mysterious allyway…
Sternvogel, who is hiding in a trash can because he heard the approach of ominous footsteps, peeks out from under the lid and sees the ball. He picks it up and throws it into an abandoned warehouse, only to hear the door of the ancient building suddenly swing open…
…where Feydeau in a totally black bodysuit leaps from the shadows, grabs the ball and SCORES!!!
With his Uppercase Club now up by a 4-2 count, Sternvogel enters a seedy dive and gives the Doperball to the barmaid on duty. Telling her that the password to claim the ball is “Lemur”, I order a beer, and am startled to hear the voice of…
twickster, of course. She tightens the belt of her trenchcoat, and throatily orders “Diet Dr Pepper – hold the umbrella.” Toasting Sternvogel, she takes advantage of his distraction (c’mon, you think I can’t tell you’re wondering what I have on under the trenchcoat?), to slip the ball to …
Sternvogel, whose recovery from distraction is aided by the fact that there are only three people in the bar, and the barmaid is obviously not a Doper. Ah, but suddenly the door opens, and in sweeps…
twickster. Wait a second – wasn’t she just standing here talking to you?
While the two/three of you try to decide which is the real twickster, **Snakescatlady ** quietly slips the ball away and out into the street, where…
Sternvogel takes the ball from Snakescatlady and looks for a third member of the Capital Gang to catch this pass…
but, nooooooo, it is I, gardentraveler, who has snuck into the bar (is it me, or is it getting crowded in here?) and intercepts the pass, throwing it up into the air and behind her, hoping against hope that a couple of lower-case Dopers will wander by…
However, her hope is thwarted when Sternvogel catches the ball and throws it at the jukebox. In a twist reminiscent of Fonzie’s “hitting it” at Arnold’s, the strains of “Rock Around the Clock” begin to emanate from the Wurlitzer. All of a sudden, the music stops, and…
well, twicks is back – the real twicks, this time, not the twick twicks. She does some twicky sleight of hand to pass the ball off to …
dammit! twicks grabs the ball and runs into the laundromat next door. Throwing the ball into one of the gigundo washers, she slams the machine shut and starts pumping in quarters. Running out of change, she turns to the next person to ask if they can break a twenty. Imagine her astonishment when that person is…
Sternvogel, who makes a predictable joke about “laundering money” before stealing the ball from the easily amused twickster and passing off to…
gardentraveler, who says, “Sure, and also I’ll reserve this dryer for the next lower case Doper to use as a goal…”
or alternatively, I’ll take the ball from Sternvogel. I’ll laugh at the laundering money joke and…
hand the ball off to twickster, who dunks it in a wheely cart, jumps in the cart, and rolls out of the laundromat…
Apparently, you’ll hand the ball right back to me. Wondering if any of my teammates are in the laundromat, I walk over to the Coke machine and select Cherry Coke for my refreshment. As I inset the coins into the slot, however, I my arm is grabbed by…
Okay, I actually steal from you, and pass to…
danceswithcats who is rather perturbed by the drubbing of we lower caser types. Feeling a touch of PP&M coming back from his youth in the 60’s
Where have all the lowers gone
long time passing
Where have all the lowers gone
long time ago
Where have all the lowers gone
I will Pit them, every one
Oh when will they ever learn?
At the close of the song, he sees that the doper ball was stolen from the guitar case, and the person responsible had to be…