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Post by Captain Hank "Hazel" Murphy on Aug 5, 2007 18:58:02 GMT -5
"I am so freakin lost" Murphy drove around the cellars in the murph mobile looking for the golf course "Where the hell is that golf course?"
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Post by Erik on Aug 6, 2007 9:07:33 GMT -5
*Erik rolled his eyes as he went out to check on yet another intruder. He was surprised to see some sort of motorized vehicle.*
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
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Post by Captain Hank "Hazel" Murphy on Aug 6, 2007 13:13:14 GMT -5
((Murphy you random motha "shut yo mouth!"))
"I am driving my Murph Mobile looooking for the golf course" Murphy shook his head "I'm lost as hell, now where is the course, before I put you on report!"
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Post by Erik on Aug 6, 2007 13:24:39 GMT -5
*Erik raised an eyebrow, nearly wishing he still wore a mask so he wouldn't have to school his expression.
And so he'd look scary and stuff.*
"Try Scotland," *he said dryly.* "To whom will you report Erik?"
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Post by Captain Hank "Hazel" Murphy on Aug 6, 2007 13:28:03 GMT -5
Murphy had never thought of that "I guess I would report you to me, being the captain and all" Murphy rolled his eyes "Where is this Scotland? Is it close? Come to think of it, where am I anyway?" he pulled a drink out of nowhere and sipped on it.
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Post by Erik on Aug 6, 2007 13:41:40 GMT -5
*Erik stared at him and grabbed the drink from him. If there was alcohol around, he wanted it.*
"North," *he said succinctly.* "We're in Paris. Under, rather."
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Post by Captain Hank "Hazel" Murphy on Aug 6, 2007 13:44:28 GMT -5
"Paris France?" he pulled another drink out of nowhere "I see your a white Russian fan" he gulped this one down and looked at Erik "Do I know you from somewhere?"
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Post by Erik on Aug 6, 2007 13:51:32 GMT -5
"I have known some Russians," *Erik said gravely, as if speaking to a crazy person.* "I don't know what color they were." *His drink was strange.*
"I haunt this opera house. Perhaps you've seen my work."
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Post by Captain Hank "Hazel" Murphy on Aug 6, 2007 14:02:50 GMT -5
Captain Murphy laughed "Aha allright." he had no idea who he was, but anyone to drink with was a good day for him. "You know you're drinking a 2-D drink right?" he said in a fit of reality "And when 3-D people drink 2-D drinks it's double the flavor, double the fun!"
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Post by Erik on Aug 6, 2007 14:09:50 GMT -5
*This man was clearly insane. And Erik knew from insanity.*
"It is curiously unfilling," *he admitted. He craned his neck around to see if the man really was lacking in the dimensional department.* "Hmm. I don't think you belong here."
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Post by Captain Hank "Hazel" Murphy on Aug 6, 2007 19:47:22 GMT -5
"No that I don't, I belooong at the golf course" he shook his head as the man looked over him "I'm 3-D it's okay, I don't know how I became 3-D, but I am." He pulled a plate of tamales out of his back pocket and sniffed them, they were piping hot "Tamale?"
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Post by Erik on Aug 8, 2007 16:26:59 GMT -5
*Erik looked at the tamale.*
"Yes, it is."
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Post by Captain Hank "Hazel" Murphy on Aug 8, 2007 17:00:40 GMT -5
The captain gave a hearty "Haha All right" and offered again "Do you WANT a Tamale? Their deli-shou-us!"
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Post by Erik on Aug 8, 2007 17:31:41 GMT -5
*Erik took the strange, leafed concoction and looked at it for a moment.*
"Your food is strange and different," *he said. He nibbled at a bit.* "But appealingly hot."
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Post by Captain Hank "Hazel" Murphy on Aug 8, 2007 17:50:38 GMT -5
"When I became 3-D the power to pull food and drinks out of my back pocket came with me." Murphy scooted over in the murph mobile "Join me for a drive?"
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