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Post by jkazoolien on May 3, 2009 15:05:01 GMT -5
Sacky had just begun to dig his first grave when a man approached him. He handed Sacky a small white envelope. "God told me to give this to you." the man said. "Who are you?" Sacky asked. "Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners? Name's Steve." "Hey, Steve." Sacky said "Want to help me dig this grave?" "No thank you, I have rheumatism." Steve replied, and walked away. Sacky turned his attention to the small envelope. Sacky opened it, and found inside a business card.
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Post by dph on May 4, 2009 21:49:41 GMT -5
The business card read "Tired of a crap load of characters being invented and replacing you in the story. Have them killed." It was then that Sacky realized that Steve had given him a Mafia business card.
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Post by Captain Hygiene on May 5, 2009 8:17:53 GMT -5
He turned it over and read "Mafia Frequent Whacker Club- Buy ten hits and the next is free"...and all ten spots were initialled already!
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Post by dph on May 5, 2009 8:22:49 GMT -5
Sacky then realized that this was a way to triple the business of the grave yard and give him more work.
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Post by jkazoolien on May 5, 2009 23:15:55 GMT -5
First on Sacky's list: The dreaded Detective Frank Incense and his bloodhound Goldie.
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Post by dph on May 7, 2009 21:26:30 GMT -5
Sacky discussed the rates with the hit man. He was going to charge him $5 per pound and Sacky made 9$ per pound when digging graves.
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Post by jkazoolien on May 9, 2009 5:27:48 GMT -5
"You look oddly familiar, hit man!" Sacky said. "Um, no I don't." the hit man said. "Yes, you do." Sacky said. "No, I don't." the hit man said. "Yes, you do." Sacky said. "No, I don't." the hit man said. "Yes, you do." Sacky said. "No, I don't." the hit man said. "Okay, maybe not!" Sacky said.
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Post by dph on May 10, 2009 9:25:02 GMT -5
As Sacky's dementia increased the hitman set about to his task.
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Post by jkazoolien on May 11, 2009 0:35:53 GMT -5
As he pulled the gun from his shoulder holster, the hit man slowly loaded the bullets into it. He then clicked the trigger, turned off the safety, and pointed the gun...RIGHT AT SACKY!
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Post by dph on May 11, 2009 8:22:28 GMT -5
Sacky turned and saw the gun aimed at him. It was then he realized that the hit man in actuality was Detective Frank Incense. The Detective was hoping to take Sacky's place in the story.
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Post by jkazoolien on May 12, 2009 2:53:26 GMT -5
Frank Incense fired his gun, and herd a yelp. Goldie, in a change of heart, had knocked Sacky over and taken the bullet for Sacky! As Goldie breathed her last breath, a guilt-ridden Frank Incense stuck the barrel of the gun in his mouth.
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Post by Captain Hygiene on May 12, 2009 9:35:21 GMT -5
"I'm holding myself hostage," he said. "Get me a jet to Cuba, or I'll pull the trigger!"
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Post by dph on May 12, 2009 21:26:02 GMT -5
Sacky, now annoyed with the how absolutely ludicrous these events had become, flipped off the Detective and walked out the door. Sacky heard a shot ring out from behind the door. He still didn't care.
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Post by jkazoolien on May 13, 2009 6:03:06 GMT -5
"Two down, one to go!" Sacky grinned maliciously. He began to walk down the street, then down the alley, trudging his way to Goodie's Bowling Alley, where Myrrhry was bowling with his league: The Messy-anics.
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Post by Captain Hygiene on May 15, 2009 12:48:59 GMT -5
Suddenly, a silver lunchbox screeched to a halt in front of him. Sacky's old friend Dr. Brownbag poked his head out and shouted, "Get in! We've got to back to fix the past!"
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