Monday, May 23, 2005

Killer Mules of Tokyo, Chapter 7, "The Horripilation"

Then Sue passed the white chocolate cookies to Mr. Rossman who stubbed his cigarette into the pack which he held in his starboard hand, and proceeded to chart the history of Revolution. A fecund stench rose from the head of the cognoscentoire, as ideas bounced from wall to wall, like contagious laughter that eventually filled the entire state, or so it would seem. Of course the mules were long out of mind, and thus their approach came all the more sudden. A good thing Patrick's uncle was there to sort things through his amelioraton.