Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Sept 30, 2008 22:19:32 GMT -5
"Dressed?" The Russian said through a mouth full of sandwich, "OH! I'm naked. That's just a side effect of the...uhh...well, that's best saved for another day."
The Russian took a swig of vodka to wash down the sandwich.
"Say, you wouldn't have seen a cat a bit younger than I. Shorter, balder, more goatee...Wears glasses, goes by the name of-"
It was at that inopportune and highly informational moment that the air outside was filled with the sound of a dozen people yelling "Whop", and the panicked scuffling of a man slightly shorter, significantly balder, and with much more goatee than the Russian in the presence of young Marcus.
"AND THATS MY CUE!"
With a tap on a small device wrapped around the Russian's ankle, and the now all too familiar whopping sound, the Russian, the sandwich, and the vodka, were all gone.
The front door, barricades and all, flew open, and a slightly balding short Russian man with a goatee tumbled through, carrying a large sack of needles and a modified DNA Scanner, standard issue.
"FUCK! Missed him again!"
The Russian took a swig of vodka to wash down the sandwich.
"Say, you wouldn't have seen a cat a bit younger than I. Shorter, balder, more goatee...Wears glasses, goes by the name of-"
It was at that inopportune and highly informational moment that the air outside was filled with the sound of a dozen people yelling "Whop", and the panicked scuffling of a man slightly shorter, significantly balder, and with much more goatee than the Russian in the presence of young Marcus.
"AND THATS MY CUE!"
With a tap on a small device wrapped around the Russian's ankle, and the now all too familiar whopping sound, the Russian, the sandwich, and the vodka, were all gone.
The front door, barricades and all, flew open, and a slightly balding short Russian man with a goatee tumbled through, carrying a large sack of needles and a modified DNA Scanner, standard issue.
"FUCK! Missed him again!"