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[Mr. Insanity]
So we're all holding hands in a small circle.
"Jim," asks LOBO into the darkness. "Are you there?"
"Yes," says Legless Jim. "I'm holding your fucking hand, you idiot!"
LOBO gasps. "It really is Jim! Nobody other than Jim would know that I'm an idiot."
We all opened an eye and looked at each other.
"Jiiiiiiiimmmm," LOBO says with a ghostly Scooby Doo waiver in his voice. "We are calling from the land of the liviiiing ..."
"Yeah, if you say so," says Jim between Fritos.
"So is Marilyn Monroe still hot?"
"I guess," Jim shrugged. "If you're into skinny white chicks." Getting up, he slipped LOBO's hand into Sapphire's and headed for the kitchen. "Is there any more beer?"
"Jiiiiimmm," says LOBO. "You're fadiiiing away from us. Are you going towards the light?"
Jim grabs a beer. "Hey!" he says. "This is fuckin warm--"
"Oh my God Jim," says Sapphire, suddenly crushing LOBO's hand. "Stay away from the light!"
"Go to the light!" LOBO insists, wincing in pain. "And tell my ex-wife I said 'hey'!"
[Mr. Insanity]
So we're all holding hands in a small circle.
"Jim," asks LOBO into the darkness. "Are you there?"
"Yes," says Legless Jim. "I'm holding your fucking hand, you idiot!"
LOBO gasps. "It really is Jim! Nobody other than Jim would know that I'm an idiot."
We all opened an eye and looked at each other.
"Jiiiiiiiimmmm," LOBO says with a ghostly Scooby Doo waiver in his voice. "We are calling from the land of the liviiiing ..."
"Yeah, if you say so," says Jim between Fritos.
"So is Marilyn Monroe still hot?"
"I guess," Jim shrugged. "If you're into skinny white chicks." Getting up, he slipped LOBO's hand into Sapphire's and headed for the kitchen. "Is there any more beer?"
"Jiiiiimmm," says LOBO. "You're fadiiiing away from us. Are you going towards the light?"
Jim grabs a beer. "Hey!" he says. "This is fuckin warm--"
"Oh my God Jim," says Sapphire, suddenly crushing LOBO's hand. "Stay away from the light!"
"Go to the light!" LOBO insists, wincing in pain. "And tell my ex-wife I said 'hey'!"
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