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- Jul 9, 2008
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maincharacter threw the necklace in an elegant arch towards the author.
"There, you take it. Go forth and write something about it that makes me look good. And it better have boobs, nouns and guts."
author caught the necklace with a growl and threw it between the action figure of Laura Croft and Emma Frost where it tipped over one of the half empty coffee cups that immediately drenched the stacks of books, papers and DVDs about the American Civil war."
"See what you did?"
author looked up in anger, but the main character had disappeared. The still angry author's gaze wandered over the objects on his table.
"Lets see....boobs, nouns and guts,...hm."
His gaze halted on the 19th century surgical tools unstained by the coffee.
"What if the waiter deliberately stained Lady McSwiggin's evening dress with champagne. She had to go the restroom to dry it, and there she had made the doctor cut the necklace off with his surgical knife, thus leaving no recognizable marks on the heavy string that held the heavy stone in place, like a kitchen knife or a scissor would. Just a clean cut, similar to the one they would discover later, running across Lady McSwiggin's body and up all the way from her bowls to her b...."
author looked up in awe.
"Damn, I'm so good. Just need a few more nouns, but I'll find them tomorrow. No biggy. "
In thoughts he lifted one of the remaining cups and started to drink
"Yikes"
and so on.
"There, you take it. Go forth and write something about it that makes me look good. And it better have boobs, nouns and guts."
author caught the necklace with a growl and threw it between the action figure of Laura Croft and Emma Frost where it tipped over one of the half empty coffee cups that immediately drenched the stacks of books, papers and DVDs about the American Civil war."
"See what you did?"
author looked up in anger, but the main character had disappeared. The still angry author's gaze wandered over the objects on his table.
"Lets see....boobs, nouns and guts,...hm."
His gaze halted on the 19th century surgical tools unstained by the coffee.
"What if the waiter deliberately stained Lady McSwiggin's evening dress with champagne. She had to go the restroom to dry it, and there she had made the doctor cut the necklace off with his surgical knife, thus leaving no recognizable marks on the heavy string that held the heavy stone in place, like a kitchen knife or a scissor would. Just a clean cut, similar to the one they would discover later, running across Lady McSwiggin's body and up all the way from her bowls to her b...."
author looked up in awe.
"Damn, I'm so good. Just need a few more nouns, but I'll find them tomorrow. No biggy. "
In thoughts he lifted one of the remaining cups and started to drink
"Yikes"
and so on.