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Chapter 2

The Story The Authors

"Well, Hi to you too. Just what the... Hey!" screamed Officer Pencilthinmoustache as Bertram hit the gas and sprayed he and Mike with gravel. Mike whirled into action and knocked the distracted officer off his feet with a clumsy flying kick to the head. For all his knowlege of kung fu techniques it seems that with Mike's rather flaccid reflexes the best that the Shrapnel could manage was the fighting style of Wilt Chamberlain in that post-mortem Bruce Lee movie. But at least it worked. Officer Pencilthinmoustache was on his knees and another kick to the head put him moaning amongst the weeds along the chain link fence. Mike didn't need the shrapnel's urging to beat a hasty retreat up the alley. It was definitely time to flee. Away from the downed cop, away from Meredith, away from his job, his sorry sex life, and away from Bertram and his shape distorting spycar, It was time for Mike to start afresh in a new city. he could change his name. He could finally start life over free from the inhuman bondage of his own personal hell. He could barely feel his legs as he ran. His reefer addled brain swirling in thoughts of a sorely bought freedom. he could do it. He still had most his looks and charm. And a few credit cards. he could He could make it. "But first," soothed the still rather mellow Shrapnel,"we've got some business to attend to." Lanark

He was them maimed by anal-probe welding aliens...leaving him unable to sit for 3 weeks. Jason

Which he thoroughly enjoyed, being homosexual. He was then murdered by homophobic nazis. ~La Fin~ Mojeaust

The Story	The Authors
"Well, Hi to you too. Just what the... Hey!" screamed Officer Pencilthinmoustache as Bertram hit the gas and sprayed he and Mike with gravel. Mike whirled into action and knocked the distracted officer off his feet with a clumsy flying kick to the head. For all his knowlege of kung fu techniques it seems that with Mike's rather flaccid reflexes the best that the Shrapnel could manage was the fighting style of Wilt Chamberlain in that post-mortem Bruce Lee movie. But at least it worked. Officer Pencilthinmoustache was on his knees and another kick to the head put him moaning amongst the weeds along the chain link fence. Mike didn't need the shrapnel's urging to beat a hasty retreat up the alley. It was definitely time to flee. Away from the downed cop, away from Meredith, away from his job, his sorry sex life, and away from Bertram and his shape distorting spycar, It was time for Mike to start afresh in a new city. he could change his name. He could finally start life over free from the inhuman bondage of his own personal hell. He could barely feel his legs as he ran. His reefer addled brain swirling in thoughts of a sorely bought freedom. he could do it. He still had most his looks and charm. And a few credit cards. he could He could make it. "But first," soothed the still rather mellow Shrapnel,"we've got some business to attend to."	Lanark
He was them maimed by anal-probe welding aliens...leaving him unable to sit for 3 weeks.	Jason
Which he thoroughly enjoyed, being homosexual. He was then murdered by homophobic nazis. ~La Fin~	Mojeaust

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