theHumungous Posted Mar 4, 2010, 11:03 pm

Ulysses Scroggins, a narrow figure, limps in quietly and sets himself down at the bar. "Say, barkeep, I'll take two of whatever firewater you're serving." Ernie 'The Hook' roughly slides two questionably 'clean' shot glasses filled with dingy colored moonshine. Ulysses shoots one back and rolls the empty glass between his hands. Looking up, Ulysses dryly cracks "Appreciate it mightily." A few moments later, Buddy Hicks strolls in and spots Ulysses. "Ah, thought Ah'd find ya here. Got a tel'graph from the boss asking 'bout our status. Sent him a wire back." "Did you tell him about the smokescreen all shot to Hell? And the flaming oil jet too? Can't repair them here." "Nah..." Buddy looks up at Ernie, "Say, you know where we kin get these here gadgets fixed up 'round here? The smoker's half shot to pieces, the flaming oil worse den dat."