Bankrupt Pants

[filkertom]

Greetings to all and sundry! Hope you're doing well.

Travel is fun. I'll tell you all about it later. Right now, I have enough Spam to supply MREs to the Ninth Fleet and more FuMP backlog than I care to think about. Catching up on the FList until at least the 12th, and possibly not until after CapriCon, isn't even an option.

Please, by all means, be chatty 'n' stuff. I'll check in tomorrow.

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[strredwolf.livejournal.com]

It makes me wonder about a Buck Godot theme song.

(piano starts in a film noir tone similar to that of what was played in Who's Line is it Anyway's "Film Noir" game. It plays a few bars of the song before being interupted.)

*ZWONT!* *ZWONT!* *ZWONT!*

(Someone screams in pain and passes out. A pregnant pause later, the music comes up again. A lady, in my case my four-armed, double-stacked Cynthia Trickster in a sleek dress, comes out and starts...)

Whooo's the Hoffmanite over there?
Flanked by Junior, he looks fair.
Always available, but never for free.
Danger is no stranger to this de-vo-tee.

Smoooth with ladies, handling them with care,
Takes care of enemies with flair.
You'll always see him at a table at Al's,
Having some Ion Suckers with best friends and pals!

Mister Buck Godot, please help me out,
I'll pay handsomely; will a million bring you about?
For the mystery, is written in the stars.