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To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (42244)	11/19/1999 6:17:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

LOL. that's a toe tapper. And a groan injury. eom

To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (42244)	11/20/1999 12:38:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Respond to of 71178

(installment 3) At least that is as much as I could figure out. I missed the whole thing ... I was crazy rich myself, and I was treating myself to a well-deserved vacation, if ya know what I mean. <coughing> . After renting a dozen genuine Earth girls and applying great effort to making that kind of thing boring <laughter>, I got an invite from some well-heeled Sebrini. Now those folks know how to party, and they invited me to do some gravitational bungee jumping. Pretty nice social step for a monkeyboy if I say so myself. So I must have been in a temporally insulated sub-continuum when the cosmic debris hit the fan. All I know is I came back, and there was no Crash, which was just getting good and hot as I dropped below the event horizon and lost my newslink. When we popped back up, there was no Crash ... but there was no Boom either. And the weirdest and worst thing was, there were NO humans . Not a one. There were always some to be found at every two-bit space dock, running a diner or three. And my credit, all glorious billions of it, were GONE, without a trace. Damned machine ate my card first time and said “no such account”! The nerve, can you believe it! Luckily I had a fat wad of cash, Mama didn't raise no dummy here. I couldn't find a human. In fact I couldn't find out anything about anything that mattered. I had no credentials, and nobody recognized Human as a registered sentient species, so I had to do some fast talking a few times to stay out of some blue trash's meat locker. This all really bothered me, and I got mad. I couldn't find the Weasel, but I had the locator codes for some of his pussy opposite numbers. Showing up at Junior's business address almost did me in right then and there. It was a death trap, and I was lucky to escape. I ambushed Junior a week later, and before he died I extracted the important details from that stinking bag of pus. Eddie had given the pussies the keys to the Galaxy, but the keys were hot. Once Core Command came in on a chance audit, just rotten luck really, the whole thing began to come apart. Not pretty either - but like a supernova. The entire regional economy was being sucked under, and the pussies stood to be set back ten million years in terms of punitive damages alone. Their solution was as elegant as it was really heart-stoppingly illegal. The only way to make sure that Eddie wouldn't sink them was to make sure there would be no Eddie. And the best way to do that was remove all those pesky devious humans, period. What the pussies did in their totally humorless efficiency was to arrange for a complete absence of Earth life, badda-bing. The crazy friggen squid-rapists stole the Kronos Device.