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

To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (8563)	3/5/1998 8:15:00 PM
From: username	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Bub called for backup... home.sol.no

To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (8563)	3/6/1998 9:31:00 AM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Rambi watched as the body of Juan slid slowly under the slime of the leech pit. It seemed an appropriate end for such as he, but certainly not for William. She felt the tears spring to her eyes again, and glanced swiftly at Bub to make sure he hadn't noticed, but he was observing Sal's luxurious enjoyment of durian and mud with polite intensity. She had a sneaking suspicion that Bub was not all he appeared. As the last murky bubbles, all that was left of Juan's existence in this story, popped, a wave of dizziness overcame her and she heard William's voice... Odzookins!... speaking from somewhere in her head... She had no idea how long he talked, but when he had gone,leaving her comforted and wondering where she could purchase clotted cream at DAR for their next tea party, Bub was still observing Sal. He turned and spoke, something about a Citation-they were giving him a ticket? No wait-a plane was ready..did she want to leave? Yes-oh yes-she wanted to return home, but..penni would be most upset if she didn't express her gratitude to her hostess; she was so insistent about proper manners that Rambi wouldn't want to have to admit she had shirked any of the niceties. "Do I have time to thank Eemelda?" She asked. "I mean, I feel a little bad. I just killed her husband, after all. And I guess he's a little harder to replace than a vase. Although we did clean up." "AH think she's headin' this way raht now." Bub nodded to the women approaching with Gregorio. Eemelda was clutching some papers and smiling broadly. A pang of conscience smote Rambi as she informed Eeemelda that her spouse was no longer with them but Eemelda's smile grew, if possible, broader. She waved the papers. "You was right, Gregorio! That double eendemnity clause ees going to pay off beeeg!" She showed Rambi the insurance coverage she had only an hour before purchased on Juan from Gregorio, who must be the only legitimately employed man in Paraguay. "Man who all thee time play with beeg cheekens and leech peets good bet, si? Eemelda very reech woman!" She turned to Vagina. "You like to spend few days eeen Rio? My treat." "Ah think we're gonna hayave to hurry it up. There were some strange guys around heah in uniforms talkin' about Zombies that ah'm not too sure about." Rambi hugged Eemelda and Vagina, looked affectionately toward the rowdy crowd which had gathered around DryGulch, who was attempting to play Oh Susannah with a tango beat on his harmonica. "He's such a party animal after a few beers," she smiled. She held out a hand to Bub, "Shall we?" As they walked away into the dying embers of the exquisite Paratour sunset, she pulled a walkie-talkie from her thong. [Zombie 5,This is Zombie 1. Do you read? Mission accomplished. Heading for home. Over and out.]