From: droethan (droe50NOdrSPAM@yahoo.com.invalid) Subject: [PW!] Blargh. Date: 2000/07/01 Phil crashed through the bar door. "Yo yo yo yo, what it is, mother #######?" "Ah shit, here comes Pac-Man." "Hey Pac-Man, what's up?" "Me you bitches. I'm high on crack. Want a freebie?" "No, Pac-Man, ##### are bad!" "Nope, can't help ya there." "Pussys!" *Click* *Fuuuhhhhh* "WOOOAAHHH! HOLY SHIT!" Phil burst out of the bar, many suddenly crack-intoxicated fools following behind. Together, they trash up a whole block of Pewter, loot the stores, and then descend into the underworld. ::Later:: "Gee, Mr. Clinton, funny meetin' you here." "Hello, Phil, where's the women?" "Over there, follow the headlights, ya can't miss'em." "Ahh, geez, thanks, I'll never forget this. Thanks!" Phil lloked around his domain. Heck was a nice place, not super hot like Hell, of course, but still craggy and rocky. But the interior decorater where doing a good job, putting in whirlpools and the like. The bar was almost done, the free hotel constructed, very ritzy. The Evil Gym was coming along nicely. He figured it would be done by... around September. News was one was also being contructed on the surface, in a different part of the world then the one he was familiar with. Oh well, he'd have his gym. Maybe he'd let his lackeys use things other then the new rumored evil types... poison types, ghost, some evil psychics, bugs, fire types, rock types, and anything that was inherently evil. Oh what a day. But now, there MUST be more people to darn to heck. With a quick leap, Phil returned to the surface. <End> Anyone want to be darn to heck? You can walk around, have some fun, be punished... Ethan