Gazzinkt. You're agent is loaded. Its especially fair and damp today :: just slide it on for a trial. We'll ultra shock it off later. Well.. we'll try.

The last time they sideloaded an agent on me was 2 weeks ago, and its stil sticky around the ankles. Toes are a bit doughy too.

It was also well known that the staff had been messing with the programs. Hot was cold, up was sideways. it was a right bolox. The intention was unclear but the effect was Lord of the rings meets pee wee Herman in a night club discotech, With boots, a dinner dress, and a quart of petrol to last the night.

You had to stay busy or the body program kicked in and started rewriting everything. It was 5 am and Peru was rising. A tone chimed.

It was Tuesday morning in the west Bank, and the street merchants were setting up for the bazaar. Hakmek put up his wares and wandered across the street to the newsstand.

Not gonna buy today's paper, Jellish, it's filled with lies and the ads are too expensive.

Jason blinked. That was his name. Mr H had begun calling him Jellish after a peanut butter mishap three years ago. Everybody knew creamy was bullshit.

The paper was expensive to run since the owner lived well in his accounts. Securities I think he called it. The Editor too lived strong with a mind to argue the cost of freedom. I guess it was 35 cents. And a hot chocolate at the corner cafe where they cased the town for stories.

Hakmek wandered over for a cup. The sign tilted just a bit as he walked into the sunny dungeon pies and other morsally treatable ails and amenables. He had 35 cents

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