Mercury 19
Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 2:28 amMysterious title, I know--this is the nineteenth of a series of sometime-related questions (Many more before I switched to the 'net) that I ask a few friends once a week--usually on Wednesdays. Figured I may as well see what you peoples thinks, yes? A short one, it is--ah well.
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Wednesday 19
With a final Spwaaaaaaaang! you fly through the air like a very distressed mongoose, landing--finally--on the back of the gigagntic floating bear, it's titanic amounts of fur coming up to your unclothed knees, still marked by the gypsy runes. You take a moment to breath in that old scent of lilac one last time, and then break into a frantic dash across the undulating hills--it was finally time to end this. You just hoped that the fight doesn't go on for too long...you're down to your last tube of mustard, and the Mesiter would be only too happy to take advantage of that, even if he does have your brother's lungs.
After moment, you hear the sound of his theme song, and you know that you've arrived. You wish it didn't have to be here, but he'd forced your hand. Standing there, in the very bald spot of the bear, you fix your glare on the Meister, his familiar grin forming at your rage...
What to do?
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Wednesday 19
With a final Spwaaaaaaaang! you fly through the air like a very distressed mongoose, landing--finally--on the back of the gigagntic floating bear, it's titanic amounts of fur coming up to your unclothed knees, still marked by the gypsy runes. You take a moment to breath in that old scent of lilac one last time, and then break into a frantic dash across the undulating hills--it was finally time to end this. You just hoped that the fight doesn't go on for too long...you're down to your last tube of mustard, and the Mesiter would be only too happy to take advantage of that, even if he does have your brother's lungs.
After moment, you hear the sound of his theme song, and you know that you've arrived. You wish it didn't have to be here, but he'd forced your hand. Standing there, in the very bald spot of the bear, you fix your glare on the Meister, his familiar grin forming at your rage...
What to do?
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