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Post by wwjbcd on Sept 15, 2014 6:05:34 GMT
Once upon a time, there was a vast Missourian kingdom sprawling with production and guarded by the greatest warriors gathered from the four corners of the world. It prospered. It prospered even when jealousy cultivated a swath of detractors. It prospered, because it was ruled benevolently and its warriors were beyond compare. But then... A disease spread throughout the lands. Madness. The Plague of Madness. It called forth the evils lurking in the underground, the chaotic forces of nature of elsewhere, and, against an invisible enemy, the Missourian kingdom slowly crumbled, at first. Then, faster. Faster still. Soon, there was nothing. But that's not true. Not entirely. The warriors were protected from The Plague of Madness. When they awoke, their kingdom was no more, but they remained. As they always would. But... Doomed to wander aimlessly, in search of a new home. In search of a new kingdom to protect. To learn from the mistakes of the past to better fight them, should they manifest themselves in the future. They soon discovered a new realm that needed their allegiances. Their might. Their skill, speed, agility, experience and fortitude. The migration commenced. But... The Plague of Madness managed to corrupt one amongst the warriors. One who had fallen victim to it, in the Once Upon a Times. Susceptible to its malefic emanations, this veteran of countless wars embraced the insanity, unleashed berserk ramblings and curses for the world to witness, strange and impossible portends uttered, and then... nothing. An uneasy calm.
Which is where we are today. In the deep South, at the Georgia-Florida border to be precise. The Okefenokee Swamp to be even more precise. A disheveled man mindlessly sits atop a lot, legs dangling in the peaty swampwaters. He's dressed in a suit, but it's dirty and torn. Alligators eyeball the strange sight (for them, anyway) but uncharacteristically keep their distance. "Now, Johnny B. wasn't a Cajun, he lived by his self in the swamp. He hunted alligator for livin'; he just knocked 'em in the head with a stump - YOU HEAR THAT, YA GATOR FUCKS YA?!"And, of course, the man is none other than Johnny Bonecrusher, who hasn't taken the news of Missouri State Wrestling's abrupt closure and subsequent liquidation very well. "The best laid plans of mice and men, ladies and gentlemen! Missourah State Wrasslin' hasn't even BEGUN to see the best of me yet! I got plans, BIG PLANS, to leave my indelible mark in the territory for years to come, decades to come, CENTURIES to come!!! First stop was announcing 'Highlight' Lucy Wylde as my first-ever MSW-based protégé, big deal, big-time gossiping about THAT announcement, I'm telling you!"He cocks his head slightly to the side and upwards, looking up and chuckling at nothing and no one. He shakes his head in a manner than indicates he thinks he's just too much. Well, he certainly is right now! "Kaiser Dynasty! You've done the ONE THING NO ONE could do at Unstoppable XV: you brought down the Bonecrushing Phailous and took our titles clean away. CLEAN AWAY!!! Like the vulture you are, Peyton ol' pal, you swooped in and gunned for The Johnny's Achilles' heel, the same arm your bastardly machinations had part in injuring the previous show. Ya beat me ONLY because my self-preservation instincts took over, sadly, and I didn't feel like you breaking my arm, WHICH YOU WOULD HAVE DONE IF GIVEN HALF A CHANCE!!! Scum. Pig. Trash. Trash! TRASH!!!"Each accusatory comment and insult comes paired with accusatory finger pointings. Oh, that's right, his right arm. The very right arm he said wasn't injured at all but clearly was. It's much worse now. Not broken, so not in a cast, but still, he's done in the ring for a good while, regardless of whether he admits it or not. "So Peyton, bask in your chicanerous victory. Celebrate doing the impossible: derailing the Pain Train. But know this - trains get repaired and put back on track, and when The Bonecrushing Phailous returns one day, we'll be upgraded to a bullet train, and with many a sonic boom behind us, utterly obliterate everything in our wake... until we get back to the Kaiser Dynasty, and overthrow it, once and for all and for always and forever!"An alligator swims dangerously close to Johnny, who responds by looking like he wants to dive in and go after it. This is enough to scare the reptilian beast off... somehow. "But until that time, live in fear, Kaisers! LIVE IN FEAR! And SPEAKING of living in fear, after last week's announcement, I'd BETTER be seeing Decaine's li'l buddy Bryce Manning shaking in his boots, because he now KNOWS he can't hide from Yours Truly! Those two half-wits - I guess that'd make them quarter-wits a piece - thought they'd lay down the law on me - on ME! - and that'd be that, no more Johnny, no more worries for our illustrious champion. Well... LEMME MAKE ONE THING PERFECTLY CLEAR, YA NUMPTIES!"He nearly explodes off the log and falls into the swamp, but manages to maintain his balance despite having only one healthy wing. This might have been a BAD locale to cut some mental-case promo... "The Johnimant Species is ♫ coooooooooomin' for your tiiiiiiiiiitle ♫ !"Johnny laughs sadistically, coughs a bunch as a result, which causes him to favour his poor damaged arm. "You see? YOU SEE?! MSW's doing just FINE! Everything's FINE! See?? MSW ain't dead! I TOLD you it wasn't, it isn't, now back to your regularly scheduled program, thanks a lot, and good night."Wildlife agents, who were trying to get close enough to Johnny to nab him finally are able to, what with his guard temporarily down. They drag him off to safety as he curses their names, shrieks suicidal promises, all the while laughing like a man possessed. THE END. |
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Post by wwjbcd on Sept 17, 2014 0:48:11 GMT
Days later, a new locale, a new environment. Florida State Hospital. Johnny Bonecrusher's arm has been further tended to (after his forced sedation), and now, for his own sake, is being kept here indefinitely in the civilly-committed wing of the building. The Johnny's been - for lack of a better word - complacent but taciturn during his stay thus far. But then, one day... "Jesus, Christ, he's WHAT?!"The doctor who sent him to the civil ward in the first place did so only because Johnny was known in the wrestling world as well as his lack of criminal record. But he did not like Johnny Bonecrusher. "He's uh, well, he's talking some more, so there's that!" responded the daytime caretaker. She was trying to diffuse the situation before it became one, but she was being so obvious about it. "You said he was wearing a mask?" the doctor exclaimed. "And you're dwelling on his level of talkativity?!"The caretaker fumbled for words, but before she could utter anything else, the doctor power walked towards Johnny's room. She followed right behind. The doctor knocked on the door, but no answer. He could hear Johnny going on some sort of tirade, but most of what he said was muted by the thickness of the door. What was clear, however, is that he appeared to be putting on some other voice. After knocking louder and more prolongedly, he just exhaled sharply and swung open the door, fed up with playing the waiting game. Sure enough, once he did, there he was: Johnny Bonecrusher wearing some old-timey wrestler mask, shades of Mr. Wrestling or The Destroyer. "I'VE BEEN THE REAL WORLD CHAMPION FOR 47 YEARS NOW; I DESERVE MY PRIVACY! THIS TITLE-"It should be noted that he holds up a title belt, but there's not actually a title belt there. "-MEANS I'M THE VERY BEST THIS WORLD HAS TO OFFER! YOU SNOT-NOSED PUNKS THINK YOU CAN WALK INTO MY PLUSH SUITE IN MY PALATIAL ESTATE WHILE I'M TRYING TO WARM UP BEFORE MY FIGHT AGAINST ZBYSZKO?! I OUGHTTA WRING YOUR PENCIL NECKS FOR THAT!!"This would prove to be an ordeal. The caretaker was trying to calm the doctor down more than Johnny, though! He did NOT like Johnny Bonecrusher. "Look, Johnny-""JOHNNY? WHO'S JOHNNY, YOU DISRESPECTFUL PUNK?! YOU'RE IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MASKED CRUSHER! YOU THINK YOU'RE CUTE PRETENDING YOU DON'T KNOW WHO I AM?! GET OUTTA HERE BEFORE I THROW YOU OUT THE WINDOW!"He points at a small barred window that no one could possibly pass through, bars or no bars. "It's not a credible threat of violence, sir, it's not!" the caretaker blurted out, trying to assure that Johnny's just not in his right mind right now. The Masked Crusher was a gimmick Johnny ran about eight years ago, which was that of a masked wrestler, super old-school, and claiming to be a World Champion for a nameless promotion, always changing the amount of impossible years he's held said title. The doctor closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. "Where did he even get that mask from anyway..."He walks off; regardless of his loud and rude temperament, he's not causing anyone any harm, and he just honestly can't be bothered dealing with this idiot right now. The caretaker appears to be relieved, and eases up. She shakes her head as she carefully nears Johnny- erm, The Masked Crusher. "Jo- Mr. Crusher, you should really settle down a bit. Come on, sit down and relax for a while!"Her voice lacked authority, and had a calming, almost melodic tone to it. This is what made her good at her job; being able to speak to most any mentally unstable person in the ward without having a chance to incite them to violent outbursts. Other than that, she was a bit too lax and quick to discombobulate. The Masked Crusher's gritted teeth made way for a slow-creeping grin. The slow-creeping grin made way for chuckling. The chuckling made way for unnerving laughter, followed by a backward butt-leap onto the bed. He bounced for a bit as he continued to laugh for a bit. The caretaker backed up a bit. The Masked Crusher, however, abated his laughter, and beckoned the caretaker to come closer. She edged forward, and he beckoned her more exaggeratedly. When she got close enough that he could whisper, well, talk in a hushed tone, at least. "Psst, hey, you know I'm just playing, right?"The caretaker looks confused at first, but her visage softens, and she chuckles albeit a tad nervously. "R-really?"Johnny chuckles a bit and shakes his head. "Yeah! MAN that doctor's too easy to mess with!"The caretaker - Jesus, let's give her a name, already! The doctor too! How about... oh... I don't know... Amy and Weston respectively. Anyway, Amy sighs in relief; maybe Johnny will be okay, after all! Johnny nods, then takes off his mask. "No, I'm not The Masked Crusher - well, I WAS, I mean, it was just another persona, you see. We wrestlers tend to do that once in a while when things get stale for us. No, I'm not The Masked Crusher anymore."He then dons a pork pie hat, Hawaiian shirt and thin red tie. "I'm The Rude Boy Johnny B.!"Amy narrows her eyes and proceeds to once more back off. "Aww, shit, look at that, Amy's backing up, folks! Where does she think she's going?"Some more needed exposition: two years after The Masked Crusher gimmick, Johnny had been out of professional wrestling for a while, and his return was under this modification of his regular Johnny Bonecrusher, only dressed more like a typical Rude Boy. He was a Face commentator for local British Columbian promotion All Star Wrestling, calling matches for such wrestlers as "Gorgeous" Michelle Starr, Disco Fury, The Mighty I-Ton, Raven Lake, Dan "The Beast" Severn, Tatanka, and many others. Dr. Weston walks past, but does a double take when he sees the maskless Johnny. "Oh, good, you've taken that ridiculous thing off-""OH MY GOD, IT'S DOCTOR WESTON! HE'S COME TO AMY'S AID, THANK GOD FOR THE GOOD DOCTOR! MAYBE JOHNNY BONECRUSHER WILL FINALLY GET HIS COMEUPPANCE, THE RAT BASTARD!!!""I... don't... even... NO." Dr. Weston says as he just walks away. "Johnny! settle down! Dr. Weston might put you on a stronger sedative if you don't!"The Rude Boy Johnny B. cups his ear like he's listening to something. "The fans are popping for that decision, folks! They want to see Johnny Bonecrusher punished!""Johnny! Stop already!" Amy exclaimed. Even her attempt at an authoritative tone came out more whiny. "Good for her!" The Rude Boy Johnny B. says proudly. "Amy's finally standing up for herself! Oh, but The Johnny doesn't appear to like that one bit! DON'T YOU PUT YOUR HANDS ON HER YOU GOOD-FOR-NOTHING PIECE OF CRAP!!!"He then rushes at her, but she's close enough to the door to just slam it, causing a loud thud to be heard coming from the other side. You can hear groans of pain coming from Johnny's room. Amy props herself up against the door, looking like she just dodged a man-sized crazy bullet. "Uh, Dr. Weston, I think the patient' going to need sedation and pain killers!" she calls out. Dr. Weston slowly makes his way back up to Amy, and smiles almost sinisterly. "Maybe in a few minutes..."THE END. |
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Post by wwjbcd on Sept 19, 2014 2:04:28 GMT
Even more days later, the more manageable patients in the civil wing of the ward are in the commons room, some socializing, others commiserating, others still deeply hypnotized by the flashing glow of the television. Occasionally, Amy will pop in to see that everyone's okay, and indeed they are and remain so. But just when there seemed there was a chance at lucidity-acquired peace... "MUTHAFUCKAS, SAY WHAAAAT?!!!"Someone jumps into the room as reckless as it was dramatic. This startles the other patients, this madman dressed in a Great Milenko hockey jersey, wide-legged baggy jeans, oh, and a face painted up like a Juggalo's! "Dis is tha wicked shit right here, trick!" the nut says. "Y2Jugga-lugga-lo up in dis piece! And what!"Once upon a time, in a wrestling promotion named the UWWE, there were two troublemakers, two JUGGALO troublemakers, aka The Dark Carnival or something, comprised of Super Juggalo... and this man: Y2Juggalo! Only, we all damn well know this is Johnny Bonecrusher, manifesting yet another of his personas and also not helping his case any. He mean mugs everyone in the room, especially the person on the side of the couch he wants to sit on, until they get too uncomfortable with a man in insane clown makeup staring at them that they move. He dives into the seat, snatches up the remote, and switches it to Nickelodeon, which is currently playing Spongebob Squarepants. He laughs wildly moments later, "Aww, Patrick, dat's mah BOY, son!"He looks to the left and the right, as if he was about to do something shifty, which he does in the form of somehow pulling out a bottle of grape Faygo out from inside his jersey. He takes a messy swig from the bottle, then mean mugs the person sitting next to him. "That's contraband, definitely contraband." they say in the worst Dustin Hoffman as Rain Man impression you've ever heard. "No jerseys, loose-fitting clothing, no paints, no face paints, acrylic paints - you can have watercolours during arts and crafts time - and definitely, DEFINITELY no pop. DEFINITELY no pop... Yeah...""You know, this bit isn't about that, man." Y2Juggalo says in a normal voice. "Mental health's a serious issue, and not every person in a psych ward's an idiot savant. In fact, it's unlikely there'd be any people considered differently-abled here.""Oh." The guy says in a regular voice, clearly caught off guard by the comments. "Uh, sorry?""You should go." Y2Juggalo says as he points at the door. And, without another word, the man slowly gets up, looks around at everyone else in the room as if expecting some explanation as to what just happens, gets none, and finally leaves. Y2Juggalo looks out the door for a few moments, shakes his head in disgust, then shrugs and takes another sloppy swig of his Juggalo-approved beverage. He looks on at the television show, laughs, and slaps the chest of the other person on the couch, laughing right in his face until the person catches on and laughs as well. Y2Juggalo then stops laughing, looking at the person very seriously. He then turns back to watch the show. "Is he in here? Oh my God..."The voice belonged to none other than the overworked Dr. Weston, who appears to just about be at his wits' end with the latest patient far from his native home of British Columbia, Canada. "Where does he even get a hold of this stuff?? He was searched before he got admitted!"He turns to ask this of the person who just now is revealed: Amy the caretaker. "Uhh,..." is all she can say. She's not that great at this job. "Johnny!" Dr. Weston calls out authoritatively. No response. The other person on the couch nudges Y2Juggalo who glares at him menacingly. They point towards the doctor, and Y2Juggalo looks on expectantly. "Now I KNOW you ain't callin' ME no Johnny, cuz! Y2Juggalo represent, son!"Dr. Weston clenches his hands and bares his teeth. "I... am... NOT referring to you as ANYTHING but the name you were signed in under! Now, contraband notwithstanding, Tommy told me you were bullying him to the point where he had to leave the room. Is this true?"Y2Juggalo sucks his teeth, "Doc, yo, check it, dude used the n-word on me, what'm I suppose ta DO 'bout dat, huh?""I didn't!" Tommy popped his head in to shriek. "Okay, okay, okay, well, that's just about enough of that. Johnny,-""Y2Juggalo." Amy quietly chimed in. Dr. Weston shot her a look icier than Pluto's core. "JOHNNY, you need to come with me now, please.""Bitch, please, I'm watchin' mah homie Spongebog and shit!" Y2Juggalo said defiantly. "Holla atcha boy afterwards."Dr. Weston sighs and shakes his head. He beckons two strong men to enter the scene. "Alright, guys, bring him to the exam room, but TRY to be careful with him; his right arm's suffered some considerable damage."They nod, and without a word, begin to advance on Y2Juggalo. "Remember, I said 'TRY'."Scene change, and a certain amount of time later, we're inside the examination room, where Y2Juggalo sits in a chair, as Dr. Weston is just shaking his head in disbelief. "Two men, Johnny." Dr. Weston says with an eerie calm. "Two innocent orderlies you beat down!! They were just doing their jobs, taking you in at my behest, and you endanger them - my EMPLOYEES!!!"Y2Juggalo slinks in his chair like he just don't care - and he doesn't! The good doctor composes himself and continues, "First off, wipe that paint off your face in that sink."Y2Juggalo sucks his teeth at Dr. Weston, but eventually props himself up and lazily makes his way to the sink, then washes off the Juggalo makeup. "Now, Johnny-""I TOLD you, I ain't Johnny, see?"Dr. Weston pounds his fist on the counter, "I already said, I'm NOT calling you Y2Juggalo, so you can just forget about that!!""Y2Juggalo?" Y2Juggalo asks, "What're you TALKIN' about? I ain't no Y2Juggalo, ya doity rat!"Dr. Weston groans and looks up to the ceiling. "Who, pray tell, are you now, then?""Don't get sassy with me, copper! I ain't called Canada's Most Wanted because I wanted ta be cute!"For a very short period of time, The Johnny ran a gimmick where he was part of a gang of bank robbers. After one big heist, everyone from the gang managed to escape, save the slower-moving buffoon that was him. He was given a shot at freedom on the unheard of and preposterous condition that he makes a difference in his community in the form of entertaining crowds by wrestling in front of them. "If we had a hole, GOD, I'd put you in it right about now..."Canada's Most Wanted's eyes widen, and he drops down onto his knees, pleading, "Naw, not the hole, flatfoot, not the hole! I'll be good from now on! I'll keep on the straight and narrow, you'll see! Just don't put me in the hole!""Get up!" Dr. Weston says disgustedly, "And stop your crying, you're a grown man!""I'm not cryin'..." he says as he snorts and wipes away his tears. "This is the LAST time you pull any stunts like the ones you've pulled today, understand?" the doctor says sternly. "We are within our rights to up your dosage at any time, isolate you from the rest of the wing, or even discharge you and suggest criminal charges. Don't be stupid and-""Stupid?" Canada's Most Wanted said, clearly offended, not to mention putting on another voice already. "ME, Johnathan I.Q. STUPID? A man with a 120 PLUS I.Q. is HARDLY stupid, you half-witted boor! You, you pedestrian troglodyte! I could do your job with both arms tied behind my back AND power my way through War and Peace, all without breaking a sweat! You'll hold your tongue when you're in my presence, lest I thrash you conclusively!"It's not the doctor's turn to have himself a seat, already exhausted at the antics of the insane Canadian. Is he playing us? Is he really unwell? He's clearly suffered some mental breakdown, that much is evident, but to what extent? Could he REALLY be manifesting these gimmicks of wrestling's past consciously or otherwise? "I think we need to bring in an expert in this field..." is all Dr. Weston could utter before he rested his face in his hand. THE END. |
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Post by wwjbcd on Sept 21, 2014 3:18:54 GMT
Even more days later still, the scene returns to the whatever it is I called that place, which is a real place in real life! Look it up! I did my research! Anyway, our scene today takes place inside the prestigious albeit mysterious Doctor S.'s office. An alleged world-renowned psychiatrist, he's been brought in special to deal with the extra-special case of the sudden bout of madness in the man known only as Johnny Bonecrusher, which should be pointed out that, that's not his real name. Discovering that will cost you several pounds of flesh permanently. Still want to know? NO YOU DON'T, SHUT UP. Lying on the couch looking well-rested but deeply concerned is our hero The Johnny. Our of view from the ever-seeing eyes of the cameraman is the genius doctor himself, Doctor S. Well, I mean, the cameraman can see the good doctor, but the camera itself is set up to keep him off-camera, as he is a famous doctor and doesn't want people bothering him on the street. "I don't get it, I just don't get, doc." Johnny said frustratedly. "Why do these people insist MSW is dead, when it's clearly not?""Mr. Bonecrusher, you're going to have to accept the fact that the continued existence of Missouri State Wrestling is all in your mind: the company is truly no more." The voice is clearly being edited via voice-editing software which edits his voice to sound different. How does it work? Magic! "Yeah, but," Johnny says, clearly only half-listening. "Then why did I see Chris Williams working? That Badger dick? I think I even saw Marie Porter! MSW ah-lum-niiii, JACK! Explain that to me!""You do realize that wrestlers you worked with in MSW were free to wrestle elsewhere, right?" The voice seemed forced into this way of talking, as if it's not how the doctor usually speaks. I'm specifically talking about the words he's using. We've already established that the voice itself is being modified via spells and potions. "All the guys I know from MSW in the same place?! Yeah. Right. Like that every works out that way!"Doctor S. sighs, "There's a perfectly reasonable explanation for that, Mr. Bonecrusher: Travis Rech - oh, you remember him as the manager and friend of Robert 'Badger' Garland - he bought up MSW's wrestlers, title belts, and staff. That technically means you're still under contract with a... semblance of MSW, only it's called RWD now: The Revolutionary Wrestling Division. I'm sorry to say that the MSW you once knew is gone forever, but on the bright side, it's been replaced with the RWD."Johnny slams both fists into the couch and gets up. He forgot his right arm is in a bad ways, but hes so jacked up on pills and emotions that he barely felt the jolt of pain blast from his arm to his brain. He points accusingly at the doctor. "Bullshit to YOU, DOC! I'm not gonna get tricked by jerks like you! I'm not crazy, I know what I know! You jabronis can't keep me in here forever, and when I finally break outta here, you'll see - The Bonecrushing Phailous'll get back on track and fuckin' KILL those Kaiser dicks!" "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" The doctor continuous said during Johnny's diatribe. "You're making being crazy out to be something bad!"
Johnny narrowed his eyes and grabbed a old of the closest thing he could find, which turned out to be a candlestick. "I'M NOT CRAZY!!! NOT CRAZY!!! NOT!!! CRAZY!!!"There's a pause as Doctor S. lets Johnny seethe. When he feels it's safe to talk again, he does so. "Are you done?"Johnny eventually and begrudgingly puts the candlestick down, but he remains standing and alert. "Yeah, for NOW.""Good." the doctor replied. "Now, as I was saying, why consider madness as a detriment? Perceived insanity can be utilized to your advantage; imagine the people unwilling to interact with you because they too believe you're insane? YOU can decide who messes with you from now on! YOU can choose to play the 'sane' card at any time and switch between truth and fantasy as it suits your fancies. People can suspend disbelief when you speak lucidly, garner their trust with sensible words, then lash out at them when you're tired of their faces. You, Johnny Bonecrusher, don't have a disability, you have a gift: a madness tempered with intelligence and emotion, the ultimate balance, the ultimate power! All at your disposal, and all just for you! Make with it what you will!"Now while this sounds all well and good, it's also pretty clearly something else too. Something inside him snapped back into place: events, peoples, times, friends, enemies, bosses, injuries, hatreds, loves, plans and ideas, all coming back to him in the order they should be in. MSW IS dead: long live RWD! "Waaaait a minute..." Johnny says, becoming all too aware of the situation. "YOU'RE insane, AREN'T you?!"The camera finally pans over to a familiar sight sitting there in a tattered and dirty suit. The man holds a megaphone up to his lips - the source of his distorted voice! He lowers it now, however. "Insane?" he asks. "Insane?! Mister, you clearly don't know who yer talkin' to! I'm 'Perfectly Sane' Maxwell Schneider! Note the 'Perfectly Sane' bit there; you'll be quizzed on it later! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAA!"Schneider throws the megaphone at Johnny, who barely dodges it. He then gets up, uproots the water cooler from its spot, hurls it out the window, and flies through it, laughing all the while. The noise incites the bursting into the office by Doctor Weston. "What is going on he-" he says before seeing the broken window, then seeing Johnny. "Oh. Damn."Johnny pats the doctor on the back, "It's okay, doc, insurance can cover the damage, but on the plus side, I'm CURED!""It's not that..." the doctor says, his voice ever so slightly trembling. "I was just hoping he'd have kicked the shit out of you..."MAXWELL'S STORY WILL BE CONTINUED IN: "Running For the Border" or "The Only Ten I See... and Strangle!" |
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so quickly so sad!
