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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: username who wrote (8340)	3/1/1998 7:20:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (4) \| Respond to of 71178

Bub's entertainment was terminated by a clamor coming from outside. The guards came awake with a start, and the uniformed human yam stumbled to his door, desperately trying to overcome his somnolent state. The front door burst open, and the three goons who'd gone into the jungle were dragging a semiconscious form between themselves. Black wetsuit, night vision goggles, suppressed German subgun. The apparent corporal of this ragged squad was holding the smoking remains of a small radio. Juan went over and sought to encourage the wetsuited prisoner with repeated kicks to his groin. The intruder finally came around long enough to gasp his defiance at Juan. This infuriated the little warlord, and he issued a terse pair of orders in a choked voice. The thugs laughed out loud and dragged the prisoner out the door. Bub suppressed a sneeze, and the sloth made a soft thunk against the spongy floorboards. Suddenly, the four men in the room were acutely aware of each other's presence. Juan was outraged. The guards were fumbling to get their rifles, rejects from a Mongolian resistance movement, into battery. They were beaten to the punch by Juan and Bub, who simultaneously had their respective handguns leveled at the bridge of each other's nose. Bub stared at the pitted muzzle of the cut-budget Somoza's Artillery Luger. He said "Iffen yall value your laahfe, call off yer trained possums." Just then the woman spoiled the scene by bursting from her bedroom. She had not had the opportunity to dress, or perhaps had chosen not to exercise it. The guards were completely and effectively distracted by the sight of a ripe feminine body wearing... less even than the blonde guerrilleta, but it took more total yardage of black lace. Bub was also caught off guard, to some extent by the sight, but more directly by the musky scent of a tall and aroused woman. Juan was quite unaffected by this familiar and thus despised sensual assault. This gave him enough time to step under Bub's gun hand, pull back the hammer on his antediluvian sidearm, and declare a tactical victory. The guards had regained their composure and now led a silently furious Bub into the courtyard at the ends of their bayonets. Juan was delightedly clucking to himself and twirling his new prize, a truly large single-action revolver with velvety-fine engraving covering every available surface. The motley procession halted at the welded steel enclosure, where the recon party had finished stripping their earlier victim of his gear and dress. With obvious trepidation, they opened the outer door of a double gate. This was perfectly oiled and made almost no sound. Even so, there came a disturbingly low thumping sound from the impenetrable scrub in the back of the cage. The naked intruder was flung into the forepen - and the gate was immediately shoved shut with a high metallic clang. The thicket exploded, and a massive fowl appeared. His crimson eyes burned in the firelight, and the distant floodlights glinted off the foot-long spurs on his telephone-pole legs. Old blood darkened the enormous chicken's throat feathers. The prisoner threw himself backwards against the unyielding gate and screamed "** HOLY ING !!!! ZOMBIES, ANY ING ZOMBIES THAT CAN HEAR ME, GET ME THE * OUTTA THIS **HOLE!!!" By now, the whole camp was a wake and casting savage cheers toward their monstrous avian champion. The inner gate was slid back by a team of six airstrip laborers. The naked white boy tried to run along the inner edge of the fence, but a previously-unseen spike caught and held him by the meat of his thigh. The chicken came at him then, and with onw wheeling kick exposed the man's intestines. The screams lasted another full five minutes. Juan roared at his worthies:" "And presently now being is time for Bubbiwubbi to becomes fingers licking good! No! Yes!" Four more guards appeared at Bub's side and rear, and they began herding him toward the steel gate.