Moving Day

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[Ethan]

"For God's sake Cobe, move move move!"

EVERYTHING has got to go. I said six hours, and I meant six hours.

Not six hours and twenty-three and a half minutes.

"And be careful with Venus de Milo this time. If you break her arms off again, I'll have you stuffed--!"

Why is good help so hard to find these days?

I need a lozenge.

How am I supposed to impress the locals with no parade, no fanfare, no spectacle whatsoever? Not even a single lousy gigantic bear? Nothing! And after I had to walk to the plane expending my own personal energy, the least these gibberish-speaking deadbeat slackers could have done was carry me.

Just look! I think I'm getting a blister.

The only good thing about this is this new exchange rate: I was able to buy the Tzar Nicholas' desk for thirty-four cents; I could have talked them down I'm sure, but I was feeling generous.

"You can break a hundred dollar bill, right Stroganov?"

Chop chop there Ivan; maybe 'The Pen is Mightier than the Sword', but it takes a long, long time to get your head lopped off with a pen ...

Comments

Anonymous said…
"OMG Ethan, don't go to Russia!! The pen is not mightier then the sword and I think the Blister is gonna be the least of your worries...Wait!..On second thought do you think Stroganov has any other priceless items he's selling for dirt-cheap hmm"? I ask smiling up at you with a mischievous impish grin holding out my hand "Here's ya a lozenge" :)

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