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A few minutes later, Vince comes crawling back in, under the double doors, and cries out from the floor, "The hate...the vindictiveness in this saloon is part of Sheriff Cary's responsibility by letting the special few get away with whatever they want...and Gravis is at the top of the list. But as I see every day...the weak only follow the easy path..so ban me from this saloon."
Mephisto, slamming his beer down onto the bar, sneers, "Shut up, Vince."
Vince, trying to push his creaky body from the floor, "What am I guilty of besides annoying the FFXU elite..and pieces of shit? I make inoxuous statements about Michael Steele and all of you crap in your pants and over react. There are people like Gravis..RV and McPissed on that are tracking people's addresses..and for what purpose? WHy no outrage on real attempted violations of my privacy in this saloon?"
Vince continues, "Someone attacks my family...I attack back...it's simple. Now do I have proof it was him...no...I dont track people..I dont hide behind fake names....when it smells like a piece of shit..and walks like a piece of shit...it is a piece of shit....and Gravis is all over it. If that results in me being banned...personally Id be happy to see Sheriff Cary for once do something...anything..to anyone."
Alias Wrote:
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> My guess is you look more like the fagot with the
> camera and the petunias in the background.
How do you say fagot? Is it fag O, with a silent T? Or does it sound like faggot?
Struggling, Vince gets up and limps to the door, just as Sheriff Cary walks in. Cary asks, "What brings YOU to these parts?" Vince, his left eye twitching, says, "I'm here to save the globe from cowboys like those three over there. One of them tried to kill me with an illusion gun. They're a menace to world peace, everywhere.”
Sheriff Cary escorts Vince to the infirmary, located inside the local brothel. Vince covers his eyes while walking through the front room. The Sheriff leaves Vince in the care of Dr. Tuttle.
Tuttle, interrupted from an intellectual discussion he was having on the second floor, gives Vince a swift wack to the head.
Was that a buffalo stampede we heard outside the salon? Sounded like they were running through the town spraying buffalo shit all over the walls of the buildings.
If you can’t model the past, where you know the answer pretty well, how can you model the future? - William Happer Cyrus Fogg Brackett Professor of Physics Princeton University