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

To: Janice Shell who wrote (8404)	3/3/1998 12:46:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

As Bub crossed the trophy room, a familiar dull glint caught his eye. His trusty, beloved handcannon! Wait. It was in the hands of ...another woman. This one was tall, taller than Rambi even. Designer jeans - in taht so-hard-to-find half size that fit like fresh paint. Raw silk blouse - a bit much for this climate, but certainly a great look. Perfect straight hair epoxied into an immaculate beehive. She slowly turned the gun over in hands which had once been impeccably manicured, though there was a bit of pecc evident now. Bub remembered her from earlier - when he was about to defeat the giant chicken against all odds, before the now-snoring Eemelda made his life a little easier. Angina Pectoris, her name was, or something equally heartstopping. For some reason, he could not get the word "clitoris" out of his mind. She looked at him with a disturbingly toothy smile showing from behind heavy, fleshy lips. "This what you're looking for? Alan...?"