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Pastimes : Muffy's Story: A Short Story Game for Would Be Authors -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: TEDennis who wrote (429)	6/5/2001 10:36:30 PM
From: Roo	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 766

Yes, there. On the bottom shelf and definitely not on any of the upper shelves, and carefully, perhaps lovingly tucked away in its brass trimmed mahogany case with plush velvet insert and glass top lay the biggest shiniest water pistol Rear had ever laid his eyes on. "Hoooooooboy!" he chortled to himself, "I didn't know these things were ever made of anything besides plastic. Why... this looks like it could fire armor-piercing water from a distance of 500 feet or more!" Because he had seen it done this way numerous times during Saturday morning cartoons, Rear glanced around furtively before stooping down and scooping up the shiny marvel of engineering genius. He flipped it up to look down the barrel and then glanced at the underside where the ammo clip hung like a giant pendulous water balloon aching for release. He thought he was surprised, but then realized that he actually wasn't when he discovered tiny print etched into the butt reading "H2cOrp Model #S.M.E.G. (Shiny Marvel of Engineering Genius)" Rear was suddenly pulled out of his reverie by the screams of a passing horde of teenage girls- "49 to be exact, 53 if you count the 3 pre-teens and the little old lady" stated Precious matter-of-factly as though responding to his thoughts. It took only a few seconds for Rear to assess the situation and realize that the common objective of the horde was to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the FRICKEN(tm) Hamster Tank that was rumbling towards them. No wait... it was actually the iguana and octopus keeping pace with the tank that had so thoroughly spooked the teens and sent them in a screaming stream for the exit. Rear was fairly certain he had heard one of the girls yelling "It was... like... Soooooooo gross! I was... Y'knowwww... like... trying on these shoes at the mall and then... like there's this big slimy tentacle thing and that dinosaur with the giant tongue. I was like... SO out of there! and- EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! There they are! There they arrre!!" All the screaming and panic and general chaos was beginning to take its toll on Rear and he soon found his attention reverting back to the S.M.E.G.(tm) and wondering whether it had a setting that would annihilate a Hamster Tank. "No guts no glory..." he grumbled to himself mustering up his best gravelly Patton voice and raised the S.M.E.G.(tm) until the Hamster Tank was squarely in its curiously ornate sights. He counted to three and noticed from the corner of his eye that Precious had stopped counting momentarily as a courtesy, then closed his eyes and squeezed the trigger and...