The ADvEntureS of Hero,Inc.....Blah!

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It was a slow day at the office, when she
walked in. Here large breastusus jingled
merrily as she skulked in with a big grin
on her face.

Ooooh! my Heroooo-Wherrrooooo-poo! can
you save me.

As she spoke this the forked tongue detective
(no name given) is drooly profusely on the
floor as the neighborhood dogs are lapping
the drool like water on the Hotttt St.Paul day.

Ummmmmm? EEEEeeeeee? Blaba! Blaba!
as a peck hits his eyeball! Ouuuch!
Thanks assistant birdy.

She SLOOOWWLLYYY RAISES one leg in
as here TINY MIINI SKIRT IS RAISE A LITTLE
HIGHER! and the cat in the office finds a warm
spot to lay upon.

HmmmmPh! Hmmmph! Sooooo! Can I help you?

She say's "Oooh! you can! I am in dangerous
peril" as her large baby blues glisten the summer
summer skys large orbious size, and cloud roll
outside the window to the suns jealously.

Drops tears flood his as she tells sad story.

...........!

I am a archeologist and lost something, she say's.
It is the fabled statue of Woingo-Boingo-Zoink!

It is large faced and well endowed and veerry
powerful.

Hmmmm? thinks the detective (currently without
a name)......So he consult on his computer
Zoingo-Planet, for information.

He looks on the screen when a post appears
a statue picture is presented.


It is 1 foot high, large radiant-rounded eyes,
and a zoinker to scar even the ghostiest of
people.

She looks at it and say's "that's it..."

Sooo...the story continues with you folks
on Wrongplanet.

The light falling through venetians cast striped shadows and a fly buzzed in the air. The fan droned and he felt stupid.

' Do you have a picture?' he asked.

She pulls out a hot and sweaty picture dripping of
yesterdays heat wave. The picture matched the
one stolen.

So, says the unnamed detective, How did you lose
such a powerful object, and as the fly keeps buzzing
around in in curiousity arroused has inflicted itself
upon.

Well! she say's, I was trying to escape the Zoingo
men who want it desperately back, they are planning
something horrible. As this is spoken, "The venetian
blinds quickly rustle as if eyes were peering between
the sultry cracks of light that jealously gazed
and shown her pearly blues.

Bang! Bang! is heard on the outside office street,
and the whinning and wailing of a car skidded upon
the road, and she was gone when he looked back.
She left a envelope with $2400 cash, a note that
said, contact me at #456 box, St.Paul, and
here is the picture.

He proceeds to take the cash and picture, dried
of it's heatwave drippage, and proceeds.....

[quote="you folks are next"]

sincerely,
Ghosthunter, your narrator!

Your humors like LetsGoBlues! Ew.

Detective Noname sits at his dust-covered desk for a minute or two, taking in what all had just happened, amazed that such a slender, sexy dame could be a PhD.

He turns his attention to the $2400. "Yowza. Those are some beans..." But they weren't enough in this case to barter a trip to the Zoingo Region, 29,000 light-years away. "Not enough by far," he tells himself. I mean, sure, he knew he could find some run-down ship and fuel it with fava beans and navigate it himself. But he was YEARS out of practice. Years.

Detective Noname, Charlie for short, sat considering what he should do, sipping his single-malt Scotch... "This kind a lettuce and this fine a Scotch is too damn good to waste on a dame."

He pockets the money and savors his last Scotch, and shuts the crooked blinds. "Dames... They're a dime a dozen-- even if they do have a PhD," and calls it a night, $2400 richer and he'll live at least another day...

*saga continues with the NEXT DAY*

Noname put on his hat and overcoat and decided to blow some of the cash in the bar. As he slouched down the street, a shadowy figure came out of the alleyway and followed him at a distance....5 minutes after buying his first beer, the mysterious man sat down beside him.

Hey! Gargle! Gargle! Poo!, and since I don't speak
Garbagnee's I pulled out my translator!

Hey! You...Girl...Die!...Bye!, and he reaches into
his pocket and say's Goorgle(Zoinko's r...) and

Noname wonders where the hell that dame just came from... "Was that the... archeologist??"

But the Shadowy Figure stops him from moving any further, "Put away your Goorgle. You're too late to help her. --Lemme give you some advice, my friend. Leave town. Sober up and leave town as FAST... AS... YOU... CAN."

"Who the hell do you think you--" Noname starts slurring and before he can even reach the trigger of his Goorgle, the Shadowy Figure is gone. "I... hate it when they do tha..." and Noname passes out at the side of the alleyway.

When he wakes up in the early dawn hours, he finds himself lying in a puddle. "Aw, dammit," and the remainder (after the booze) of the $2400 is gone.

He lifts himself off the pavement, soaked in what he hopes was rain, "I still say no dame is worth it!... But I ain't leaving town just cause some Boingo-Zoingo whatever-the-hell-he-is tells me to!"

Detective Noname pulls out his little black book. "I got a friend I gotta pay a little visit to. A little job is in need of some doing." He makes his way to the nearest (and dryest) phone booth mumbling about "Joe" under his breath, and fumbles through his pockets for a dime...

*SAGA CONTINUES*

Come on. Is no one else GAME???

not if it's about women with large breasts, no. sigh - here we go again...


btw - i laughed like a drain at ilikedragon's comment!

There are women who do have large breasts you know. They didn't all get implants.

Besides, this story doesn't even take place in LA