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To: epicure who wrote (8273)	2/27/1998 2:28:00 PM
From: BlueCrab	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Oh, God, this is so SAD! Let me see: -Rambi is on her way to Portugal to rescue the only man she loves, Drygulch Dan, from the clutches of the evil chickentator, Juan etc. etc.; -Dan, unbeknownst to Rambi, has already escaped the evil clutches (by repeatedly using them to brake, burning them out) and is off trying to find the Amazon Valley gold mining play; -Juan etc. etc. is rubbing his soft, pudgy, oleaginous hands together in glee, waiting for the appearance of the Rambesque gringa, with whom (we assume) he wishes to have his way; meanwhile -Eemerelda yadayada, Juan's esposa, has sent the kids to Ma's house in Este City while she prepares a suitable reception for Rambi, whom she fears is out to steal her hombre. It gets no better than this. A movie resulting from this sordid yet touching screenplay would undoubtedly make the MST3K Hall of Fame. Continue...

To: epicure who wrote (8273)	2/27/1998 4:41:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

The way was long and hard. Her body glistens with the effort she has made to get to her DryGulch. Stopping in the dense undergrowth, she raises her arms, golden from the sun, and lifts the damp heavy weight of her hair from her shoulders. As she does so, she is aware of a peculiar feeling-the unmistakable sensation of eyes upon her. Slowly she lowers her hands, the curtain of gold shimmering down around her now alert face. She stands immobile and listens-her instincts as finely tuned as any wild creature, she sniffs the still hot air and a slight frown crosses her perfect features. That smell-where has she encountered it before? A hint of beargrease, and woodlands, smoke and yes-under it all, the odor of a real man. Her acute hearing picks up the slight snap of a twig behind her and she whirls, the Uzi lifting to her shoulder, ready. THere! Behind those trees-yes. With a graceful, catlike movement, she leaps, her arms grasping the damp hard muscles, tackling the trunklike bronzed torso to the ground where she looks down and into the embarrassed eyes of.. "Bub????"