Mr Gone and the Maxx are fighting on the trunk of somebodys car.
Mr Gone: "You really don't remember anything important do you Burlapan? I'm Mr. Gone! A student of the mystic arts! Unfortunately an untalented student or i wouldn't have to keep shooting fools like you."
Mr Gone gets a gun, smashes the back window of the car and grabs a girl.
Mr Gone: "Now surrender hopping boy, or this charming young Gyppie is added to my score."
The Maxx smashes the girl with a loud CRUNCH.
Mr Gone: "....you killed my hostage..."
Mr Gone: "You killed my hostage!"
Mr Gone: "YOU KILLED MY HOSTAGE!"
Mr Gone shoots the Maxx.
Mr Gone: "Never do that again."
The Maxx looks at the wound, then at Mr gone, then at the wound, says ouch and falls over.
....
The guy who owns the car says, "That was really smart how you realized that was my CPR dummy in the back of my car." The Maxx looks at him blankly. "Uhhh, you did realize that was my CPR dummy, right mister? Right?"
The Maxx: "Uhh, dummy? Uhhh, right."
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And as always, these are simply my worthless opinions.
My body is a channel that translates energy from the universe into happiness.
I either express information, or consume it. I am debating which to do right now.
06 Feb 2006, 1:35 am
