"Hello, is this Dominos pizza? I've been trying to guess some obscure Monkees song on the Name that Tune thread and was suddenly overcome by an urge for a pizza. But it sounds like some serious grubbing has been going on over there. Are you Tom Dietz, by any chance?"
The young cop grimaced. He was addicted to the Questions Only thread, but he was the law and would ask the questions, dammit. "Who's this?" he growled.
Sensing that her efforts to co-opt Muffy into the Satinists would be shelved by endless hours of tete-a-tete with the coppers, Janice decided to terminate the conversation before the young officer could pump and dump her. "Oops," she squealed,"I must have the wrong number!" She giggled as she slammed down the phone and heard the questioning cop emit a series of expletives. Satinists like that sort of thing, you know.
Meanwhile Muffy, clad only in her imitation satin, was hunkering along the outer perimeter of the fleabag hotel in search of some means of escape. Suddenly, a shot rang out from room 6 and the less than pristine MM was high tailing it across the courtyard, looking for all the world like someone who had sunk his entire life savings into Cendant the week before it announced its accounting improprieties.
In hot pursuit of the MM was Muffy's love, Mex, brandishing a Glock pistol in one hand and a cigar in the other. "But Monica liked cigars", he shouted as he strode after the fleeing MM...... |
