Nah! It was just the failsafes kicking in. [That’s muh story and ah’m stickin’ to it!]
Baloo scavenges parts from the Electronic Monster® and fixes the Doble. Shortly thereafter a long, cream-colored phaeton glides almost silently from the IS’s garage. towing a large trailer. He uses a winch to load the now-motionless robot onto the trailer. While he’s working a contractor’s van pulls up. The contractor leans out the window of his vehicle.
“The usual?”
“Yep.”
The contractor drives off to the IS’s house to commence repairs. Meanwhile, Baloo throws the last pile of inert robot parts onto the trailer. A policeman taps him on the shoulder, then hands him a ticket.
“You know, I should get a volume discount on these.”
“What makes you think you aren’t?”
Baloo gets into the Doble and pulls the trailer into the barn out back of his house. Next day, an add appears in the paper:
[ul]For Sale:
Beech Staggerwing in partially-assembled condition. Many like-new parts.
Must sell. Serious inquiries only.[/ul]
Alright, I’m the 20-something college grad, working both as an apprentice piercer in the tattoo shop and as a DJ in Nen’s new nightclub…I’ve got a few visible piercings and tattoos, and seem able to get along pretty easily with most subcultures in town…I have contacts with most of the “alternative” lifestyle folks in town…You want to hook up with pagans, gays, S&M, polyamory, body modification, etc., just talk to me. Fairly quiet, easygoing, not too much is known about me…other than as a DJ, I rock!
taking down the wreath, placing the portrait of WallyM7 in a position of honor above the pharmaceuticals
Looks like we got a bumper crop of trolls in the community this week. Better lay in a large supply of Putzco Troll-B-Gon. The Mods’ Council got their work cut out for 'em.
Nen, I don’t think Eve would have much opium left over for club usage - she’s got the amount pretty much accurately calculated by the week. Stop by today and drop off a list of what you need - if I can’t mix it I can order it.
Other than that, let’s get down to business… seems a couple bottles were knocked over in the pharmacy, fortunately nothing volatile or deadly. I wonder if it had anything to do with that giant footprint in the road out front?
. Shod or unshod?
. Spiked heels or Birkenstock?
. Human or Troll?
. Bloody or bare?
. Beer or Michelob?
. Other footprints walking off into the distance?
. any signs of murder, mayhem, or debauchery?
. any mangled and mutilated, ahem, dead bodies?
Is this Dopeville’s first crime scene?
Kiffa Treadlightly
Murder, She Writes: Jessica Fletcher wannabe at your service
Olentzero, I think the following should suffice (supply on a bi-weekly basis until the clientele’s tastes are confirmed):
[ul]
[li]14g opium[/li][li]5000 µg 3-4-methylenedioximetamphetamine[/li][li]2500 µg lysergic acid diethylamide[/li][li]7g cocaine[/li][/ul]
I could still use a couple more DJ’s and some dancers. Is anyone interested?
Consider it done. My next project will not be a town-destroying monster (I may be an irked scientist, but I ain’t stoopid!)
Strange sounds and lights emit from the irked scientist’s abode, ending only in the wee hours of the morning when the cops show up to explain that the neighbors have been complaining. A case turns up on Coldfire’s porch next morning. The label reads:
Welcome to the shop. I needed some assistants, and now i have one. I think after piercing, I might teach you some tattooing skills also just in case. I’m off to the bar…
I think I’ll be all the one with all the pink flamingos in her yard who stays up into the wee hours of the morning, making mysterious sounds with her art tools… can I? can I?
I’m the wealthy playboy gadabout, showing up fashionably late to this thread. Say, who’s that librarian? I read a book once, maybe she’d like to discuss it…
