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Dude! I know Chris Manners. That guy's crazy!
We used to get work through the same labor bureau in Albany, which if you don't know is the capitol of New York State, and the locals call it "Sin City" because during the legislative season all the politicians from all over the state go there and, like, totally flip out. But not in a ninjistical way, in a purely sleazy polistical way. So me and Chris got gigs at a big downtown hotel, which I better not say the name of so as to protect Barbelith from lawsuits and whatnot, and we decided we were going to try and blackmail some of these politicians from like, Athens and Poughkeepsie and Rochester and so on. We tried to get some of the local working girls interested in working badger with us, but they all turned us down; they had regular things going and didn't want to get mixed up with a road crew. Fair enough. We needed to import some trim, and obviously this is my area, so I drove all night to Philly. Chris was supposed to stay at this Big Hotel and keep a handle on things. I show up two days later in a pulchritude-packed motor home, Chris is nowhere to be found. I find out he's hustled the 5th District Alderman's staff out of the entire fiscal budget in a marathon Magic: The Gathering session, and now he's cooling his heels in the Sheriff's hoosegow!
Fucking Chris, man!
I can't even go his bail because I've blown all my capital on the RV, but fortunately everything you hear about Philly girls is totally true--they are Empresses at heart. They go his bail and we get him into a Program--I mean, he's got problems, trust me--and to replace him I turn up Marc Ocana, champion of Warhammer Bloodbowl 32, and a mean-ass badger man in his own right. |
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