From: lewis8661@my-deja.com (lewis8661@my-deja.com)
Subject: [PW!][SS Anne] "I'm going to kill her. I'm going to kill Maria."
Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon
Date: 2000/03/28
"I'm going to kill her. I'm going to kill Maria," were the words that
came out of Estro's mouth.
After he was unpleasantly found unconscious next to a dead Global
Security guard, he had been interrogated and thrown overboard. Thanks
to Drowzee, however, he was back on board.
He was quite wet as well.
"Drowzee, Drow." Drowzee said to him, walking with him.
"Why!?!? After one little error about telling Giovanni of where I am,
and not knowing that it was a big mistake to tell him about Maria, she
goes midieval on my ass just for trying to be a caring, considerate
human being and tell her she dropped some of her stolen pokeballs, and
going through all the trouble to get her a nice suite and all that
shit, and saving her from the Police, she'd actually treat me with at
least an ounce of respect! Does that answer your question, Drowzee?"
Estro replied.
"Drow."
"I swear that if I see her again, it'll be too soon." Estro said,
walking into the suite.
He stopped as soon as he walked in.
The place had literally been torn apart, with drawers, drapes, you name
it along the floor.
"I'd say someone's been here." Estro said.
Suddenly, he saw a quivering thing behind a dresser.
Estro walked over and saw the baby Nidoran he had stolen. It was
hiding behind the dresser, scared as hell. It was quivering like hell
as well.
Estro carefully put his arms down and lifted the Nidoran up and
comforted it.
"It's okay, little fella. They're all gone now." Estro said.
Estro thought.
He shook it out of his head.
"Drow, Drow zee zee Drow." Drowzee asked.
"Next order of business? Find Maria, of course. After all I tried to
do for her and to protect her and help her, all she can do is punch me
in the face and leave me for dead. Get out Seadra. I'm going to hand
the boss Maria on a silver platter." Estro explained.
"Drow? Zee Drow!" Drowzee said, getting out Seadra's pokeball.
"Waddya mean, kids? Oh yeah. Dammit Drowzee, you always have to be
the emotional type! Now you just made me guilty enough to NOT hand her
in. Eeeerrr, I'll figure something out. I'll figure it out while
we're finding that damn woman." Estro said, pulling out a hand gun and
walking out with Drowzee, Seadra, and the baby Nidoran.
TBC
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Author of Lewis, Mike, Bridget, Estro copyright 1999-2000
The sig is short cause it won't fricken let me get bigger.
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