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Chapter 2

The Story The Authors

Septemebr 16, cut the above from story.txt file "Oh shut up you stupid man, we're just doing Martinis and these are my good good friends Vasily and Katrina or whomever darling," chirpped the delectable Diana, "really Trevor, you and little Dodie over there sulking are always talking security and then ravaging my fun just like HRH, I shall not have it at all!" "Oh let’s have another Veroncia they’re just too delish!," chortled Diana. "Sho ‘nuf hohnay but it’s Vashondra sweethart," cooed she of the legendary doo as she poured another round. Kate began to be aware of the pursuing Fiat Uno and a passel of motorcycles. The tunnel beneath the Alma Bridge loomed. Pod

Somehow, This Whole Situation Seemed Slightly Familiar To Kate. She Had The Strongest Sense Of Deja Vu, And Couldn't Think Clearly In That Direction. She'd Press Up As Close As Possible, Waves Of Morbidity Flowing Past Her, But Eventually She'd Lose Her Train Of Thought And Start At The Beginning. Vashondra's Martini's Weren't Helping Much Either. After About The Third Trip Into The Recesses Of Her Mind, She Decided To Open The Sunroof And Stand Up, Letting The Wind Rush Through Her Hair. She Saw The Bridge, And Remembered. She Had To Stop The Car, Or At Least Get it To Slow Down! She Was Just Ducking Down To Get her Head Back In The Car When A Large Ford Truck Plowed Into The Side Of The Car. Luckily, It Hit Off Center, And Just Sent The Car Into A Spin. The Driver Immediately Hit The Brakes, And They Stopped Just Short Of The Bridge. The Disaster Had Been Diverted By Xerxes And Sophocles In A Stolen Car, And They Were Pissed! Jesse

At least it felt like a large Ford truck but then there are precious few Ford trucks in Paris so why would one be running into them now? Kate’s faculties were clearly compromised by the deceptive clarity of Vashondra’s muscle bound martinis. She slumped down into the car and then realized that it wasn’t a truck it was the little Egyptian friend of this Diana woman, in a drunken stupor, trying to change the track on the CD player. "Stop trying to run up my skirts you little shit," snarled Kate, "get back in your corner you spineless weasel person." At just this moment the Fiat with Xerxes at the wheel and Sophocles in the back with his mortar pulled up on the right. Henri Paul reacted instinctively and pulled hard to the left to cut of the econo-box Fiat and forestall the consequences of a mortar round in the tunnel they had now entered. Except of course that the Fiat was on the right and now Henri Paul realizing his error, pulled back across the lane and into the Fiat. "Yo nuts l’ll funny talkin man… what ‘n hell yo trying to do?" raged Vanshondra, "I do the martini mix’n hohnay yo drive!" And with those final words the now seriously unbalanced Mercedes hit the post in the Alma tunnel and spun to a stop! Xerxes and Sophocles were stunned as they came to a stop. Kate and Vashondra emerged from the steaming wreck- each with a perfectly mixed martini. Ignacious

Sophocles Gibbered To Himself In The Backseat Of The Fiat. His Already Strained Little Backwoods Mind Was Now Being Pushed To The Breaking Point. It Wasn't Clear To Him What He Was Doing Anymore. Until Scant Seconds Ago He Had Thought He Was In The Ford Truck, But Now He Was In A Completely Different Car. And Instead Of Them Hitting The Mercedes And Sending It Into A Spin, Something Completely Random Had Happened, And Suddenly It Was Something To Do With An Egyptian And CD's. Life Had Simpler Before Xerxes Had Dragged Him Into Whatever The Heck Was Going On. At First He Thought the Business With The College Girls And Japanese Businessmen Had Been Fun, But All The Blatant Plot Holes And Deus Ex Machina Were Beginning To Stress The Limits Of His Reality. Jesse

Xerxes had concussed his head against the C pillar of the Fiat Uno and was only now comprehending this new reality. He’d seen these two women before and now they were standing next to this smoking wreck in front of him. Then it was clear. There were photographers all around them now and it looked like the other folks in the Mercedes were in bad shape. At least he could hear the emergency vehicles in the distance. Kate and Vashonra tottered over to the Fiat, "Hi boys, yo go’n somewhere?" murmured Vashondra, "we kinda need a lift." Sophocles without thinking much, as was his pattern, opened the rear hatch and Kate and Vashondra tumbled inside. Xerxes knew that they could not be found here. Clearly there were going to be too many gendarmes for comfort. How he wanted to be back home. He gunned the Fiat and with its legendary Italian fuel economy they raced for Marseilles arriving late in the evening of the following day. The guard at the container terminal was pre occupied with some funeral on his LCD pocket television (SECAM) and didn’t notice the Fiat enter the compound. There standing with its doors open was a container emblazoned with the message, "Toxic America Inc. return for deposit" They drove in and Kate pulled the big doors shut behind them. Eight days later they drove out of the container at the Toxic America facility in Botulism County. Xerxes was home. The French authorities would never find the white Fiat which was now dissolving in the bottom of an environmental friendly containment lagoon behind the Toxic America plant. Xerxes, Sophocles, Kate and Vashonra were free at last to start over. Ignacious

The Story	The Authors
Septemebr 16, cut the above from story.txt file "Oh shut up you stupid man, we're just doing Martinis and these are my good good friends Vasily and Katrina or whomever darling," chirpped the delectable Diana, "really Trevor, you and little Dodie over there sulking are always talking security and then ravaging my fun just like HRH, I shall not have it at all!" "Oh let’s have another Veroncia they’re just too delish!," chortled Diana. "Sho ‘nuf hohnay but it’s Vashondra sweethart," cooed she of the legendary doo as she poured another round. Kate began to be aware of the pursuing Fiat Uno and a passel of motorcycles. The tunnel beneath the Alma Bridge loomed.	Pod
Somehow, This Whole Situation Seemed Slightly Familiar To Kate. She Had The Strongest Sense Of Deja Vu, And Couldn't Think Clearly In That Direction. She'd Press Up As Close As Possible, Waves Of Morbidity Flowing Past Her, But Eventually She'd Lose Her Train Of Thought And Start At The Beginning. Vashondra's Martini's Weren't Helping Much Either. After About The Third Trip Into The Recesses Of Her Mind, She Decided To Open The Sunroof And Stand Up, Letting The Wind Rush Through Her Hair. She Saw The Bridge, And Remembered. She Had To Stop The Car, Or At Least Get it To Slow Down! She Was Just Ducking Down To Get her Head Back In The Car When A Large Ford Truck Plowed Into The Side Of The Car. Luckily, It Hit Off Center, And Just Sent The Car Into A Spin. The Driver Immediately Hit The Brakes, And They Stopped Just Short Of The Bridge. The Disaster Had Been Diverted By Xerxes And Sophocles In A Stolen Car, And They Were Pissed!	Jesse
At least it felt like a large Ford truck but then there are precious few Ford trucks in Paris so why would one be running into them now? Kate’s faculties were clearly compromised by the deceptive clarity of Vashondra’s muscle bound martinis. She slumped down into the car and then realized that it wasn’t a truck it was the little Egyptian friend of this Diana woman, in a drunken stupor, trying to change the track on the CD player. "Stop trying to run up my skirts you little shit," snarled Kate, "get back in your corner you spineless weasel person." At just this moment the Fiat with Xerxes at the wheel and Sophocles in the back with his mortar pulled up on the right. Henri Paul reacted instinctively and pulled hard to the left to cut of the econo-box Fiat and forestall the consequences of a mortar round in the tunnel they had now entered. Except of course that the Fiat was on the right and now Henri Paul realizing his error, pulled back across the lane and into the Fiat. "Yo nuts l’ll funny talkin man… what ‘n hell yo trying to do?" raged Vanshondra, "I do the martini mix’n hohnay yo drive!" And with those final words the now seriously unbalanced Mercedes hit the post in the Alma tunnel and spun to a stop! Xerxes and Sophocles were stunned as they came to a stop. Kate and Vashondra emerged from the steaming wreck- each with a perfectly mixed martini.	Ignacious
Sophocles Gibbered To Himself In The Backseat Of The Fiat. His Already Strained Little Backwoods Mind Was Now Being Pushed To The Breaking Point. It Wasn't Clear To Him What He Was Doing Anymore. Until Scant Seconds Ago He Had Thought He Was In The Ford Truck, But Now He Was In A Completely Different Car. And Instead Of Them Hitting The Mercedes And Sending It Into A Spin, Something Completely Random Had Happened, And Suddenly It Was Something To Do With An Egyptian And CD's. Life Had Simpler Before Xerxes Had Dragged Him Into Whatever The Heck Was Going On. At First He Thought the Business With The College Girls And Japanese Businessmen Had Been Fun, But All The Blatant Plot Holes And Deus Ex Machina Were Beginning To Stress The Limits Of His Reality.	Jesse
Xerxes had concussed his head against the C pillar of the Fiat Uno and was only now comprehending this new reality. He’d seen these two women before and now they were standing next to this smoking wreck in front of him. Then it was clear. There were photographers all around them now and it looked like the other folks in the Mercedes were in bad shape. At least he could hear the emergency vehicles in the distance. Kate and Vashonra tottered over to the Fiat, "Hi boys, yo go’n somewhere?" murmured Vashondra, "we kinda need a lift." Sophocles without thinking much, as was his pattern, opened the rear hatch and Kate and Vashondra tumbled inside. Xerxes knew that they could not be found here. Clearly there were going to be too many gendarmes for comfort. How he wanted to be back home. He gunned the Fiat and with its legendary Italian fuel economy they raced for Marseilles arriving late in the evening of the following day. The guard at the container terminal was pre occupied with some funeral on his LCD pocket television (SECAM) and didn’t notice the Fiat enter the compound. There standing with its doors open was a container emblazoned with the message, "Toxic America Inc. return for deposit" They drove in and Kate pulled the big doors shut behind them. Eight days later they drove out of the container at the Toxic America facility in Botulism County. Xerxes was home. The French authorities would never find the white Fiat which was now dissolving in the bottom of an environmental friendly containment lagoon behind the Toxic America plant. Xerxes, Sophocles, Kate and Vashonra were free at last to start over.	Ignacious

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