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To which he replied

" You can ram your consequences, I've nearly saved enough for a Curly Wurly. My hearts just not in it anymore, im tired. You promised me id be a star by now, yet im still just a fluffer. Gary didn't even wash last time"

Edit... its all getting confusing being ninja'd
 
The ninja tiptoes out of the bar, apologising for any confusion. He leaves behind a small business card, however.
 
The business card a strange but oddly familiar address scribbled in crude hand writing under the nicely printed now crossed out business address.
 
mcopus82 said:
The business card a strange but oddly familiar address scribbled in crude hand writing under the nicely printed now crossed out business address.
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room 212, had a familiar ring about it - only when I opened the door I remembered why .
 
I turned round, walked the way I had come, opened the door, got on the floor and convinced everyone to walk the dinosaur.
 
They having no prior knowledge that I had laced the last bottle of Chateaux Marguax 1995, with one of the most potent stimulants recently rediscovered and synthesized by Owain himself, all of a sudden felt compelled to follow his lead opening the door getting on the floor and rocking the fuck out of that sax riff on the floor...
 
The camera zoomed in closely on the business card, showing the address -- highlighting it with a twinkle, for good measure, for they had paid good money for the video editing software, and by God they were going to use it -- which was directly opposite the old abandoned chemical works where the pub landlord had found the suspicious barrels.
 
"Where am i" were the only words muttered. When suddenly from a far in a mountain of smoke there appeared. ....
 
A man shrouded in an awe inspiring heavenly glow. Wearing a white robe with long, brown hair and olive skin.. Could it be?

"J-.. Jesus?"
 
To which Obi-wan, still glowing near-radioactively from doing all that smack, (rep)lied: "yes it is me, my son.", which mindbogglingly but illusorily showed me that I myself was a grandson of god, and not one of his bastard children like so many christian people who believed to be real inner circle "OG" groupies had always thought.
 
Thoughts trained in my head as this newfound blood relation to divinity only raised more questions: does the grandson of god have extra duties on earth? what will this do to my christmas shopping? when do i get to meed the bunny?
 
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