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Date Posted: 22:55:17 08/08/02 Thu
Author: Cal & Silent Al
Subject: Detour

On came the firsts to truly see the generic void of the second SPUniverse. It wouldn't be thought much of, as the disguised Grigoris had bigger fish to fry.

"Looks like a long trip, Silent Al," Cal said. "Pass me a phatty-boom-batty blunt."

"What? Y-you're going to start smoking while driving?" Walter stammered.

"Look at this @#$%ing boy scout." Cal laughed. Al pulled a baggie out of his overcoat, followed by his lighter. "A little relaxation is just what we need, nnnnnnng."

Al tossed a rolled joint in the backseat, soon joined by the Nails brand Zippo (even works in the vacuum of space!). The Grigoris had already lit up and were puffing billowing clouds. If he didn't join in, he was sure to unwittingly inhale some second-hand smoke in the tiny starcar.

"This thing got any MP9s?"

Cal and Al both fumbled with the console, letting Walter become slightly more paranoid he was going to die, with or without someone at the controls. "Aw, dammit! Just an MP8 track!" His face lit up not only as the chron started kicking in but as he read the label. "Morris Day and the Time!"

With glee, Cal shoved the boxy databank into the console. Soon, the Hub-bound auto filled with Morris Day along with the pot smoke....

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Replies:

Winners Don't Use Drugs -- Walter Patterson, SBR Brig Desk Clerk, 19:36:07 08/10/02 Sat
- A Winner Is You -- Cal & Silent Al, 21:22:31 08/10/02 Sat