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This time with all the beginnings at once!
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An old friend was at the door, with an offer that was difficult to refuse…
“I’m telling you. It spoke to me… don’t ask me why it chose me, but it did.” He said. “You could come and hear it talking Grix, it told me to pick the six of spades…”
Grix Listened “The six of spades? What’s so significant about the six of spades?”
“I don’t know,” replied FM. “But that’s what it said…”
Grix smelt the air. “You’re drunk again!” he said before catching FM as he fell forward through the door. So much for seeing a talking dog. FM probably imagined it in his drunken stupor.
Just as he was about to close the door again, a bunch of people came through the door.
“Hello Venombyte, Ant, pb, meka, dak_uk, Dan2k1, M16, Turbonutter, er-no, Rasta, sheepy…er…” he looked at the pile of bodies pushing through the doorway into his lounge and gave up “…and everyone else…er…hi…hi goatboy…hi… ”
About 10 minutes later, when he’d said hi to everyone and they’d all squeezed into his living room, they excitedly told him why they were there.
“We saw it!” said Ant, jumping up and down in the crowd to get Grix’s attention. “It was a talking dog I tell you…”
“yep, I saw it too.” Said Fish-e.
“and me.” Piped up Time_warp.
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They convinced the weary Grix to come with them to the corner of the street, where the dog was waiting for them. It was a small, squat little bulldog and it seemed quite happy to see them.
“Hello. You must be Grix,” it said to Grix.
“Er…yes I am.” Said the perplexed Grix. He thought they were just having him on until this moment.
“Why did you ask FM to pick the six of spades? And what does that actually mean?” asked Grix to the dog. He checked to see if anyone else was looking as he gingerly talked to the animal.
“It’s a lucky card, innit’” said the dog.
“Why are you a talking dog?”
“er…I just am ok!” came the canine reply.
“But how?”
“Shut up!” said the dog.
Grix thought for a moment, then heard a rustling in the bin bags just behind the dog. “Ok, Sniper, very funny, you can come out now…”
Sniper appeared from the bin bags, a wire trailing from his body to the leg of the dog.
“I can’t believe you guys all fell for it…” laughed Sniper at the group as they all started laughing at their own stupidity.
“Ok, I think you deserve a pint for that…” said Ant and they all went to the pub.
“I’ll never understand those stupid humans!” said the dog as they left.
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An old friend was at the door, with an offer that was difficult to refuse…
“I’m telling you. It spoke to me… don’t ask me why it chose me, but it did.” He said. “You could come and hear it talking Grix, it told me to pick the six of spades…”
Grix Listened “The six of spades? What’s so significant about the six of spades?”
“I don’t know,” replied FM. “But that’s what it said…”
Grix smelt the air. “You’re drunk again!” he said before catching FM as he fell forward through the door. So much for seeing a talking dog. FM probably imagined it in his drunken stupor.
Just as he was about to close the door again, a bunch of people came through the door.
“Hello Venombyte, Ant, pb, meka, dak_uk, Dan2k1, M16, Turbonutter, er-no, Rasta, sheepy…er…” he looked at the pile of bodies pushing through the doorway into his lounge and gave up “…and everyone else…er…hi…hi goatboy…hi… ”
About 10 minutes later, when he’d said hi to everyone and they’d all squeezed into his living room, they excitedly told him why they were there.
“We saw it!” said Ant, jumping up and down in the crowd to get Grix’s attention. “It was a talking dog I tell you…”
“yep, I saw it too.” Said Fish-e.
“and me.” Piped up Time_warp.
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They convinced the weary Grix to come with them to the corner of the street, where the dog was waiting for them. It was a small, squat little bulldog and it seemed quite happy to see them.
“Hello. You must be Grix,” it said to Grix.
“Er…yes I am.” Said the perplexed Grix. He thought they were just having him on until this moment.
“Why did you ask FM to pick the six of spades? And what does that actually mean?” asked Grix to the dog. He checked to see if anyone else was looking as he gingerly talked to the animal.
“It’s a lucky card, innit’” said the dog.
“Why are you a talking dog?”
“er…I just am ok!” came the canine reply.
“But how?”
“Shut up!” said the dog.
Grix thought for a moment, then heard a rustling in the bin bags just behind the dog. “Ok, Sniper, very funny, you can come out now…”
Sniper appeared from the bin bags, a wire trailing from his body to the leg of the dog.
“I can’t believe you guys all fell for it…” laughed Sniper at the group as they all started laughing at their own stupidity.
“Ok, I think you deserve a pint for that…” said Ant and they all went to the pub.
“I’ll never understand those stupid humans!” said the dog as they left.
Evidently.
That's ok, this one didn't take as long!
The first one was better. Sorry.
This time with all the beginnings at once!
------
An old friend was at the door, with an offer that was difficult to refuse…
“I’m telling you. It spoke to me… don’t ask me why it chose me, but it did.” He said. “You could come and hear it talking Grix, it told me to pick the six of spades…”
Grix Listened “The six of spades? What’s so significant about the six of spades?”
“I don’t know,” replied FM. “But that’s what it said…”
Grix smelt the air. “You’re drunk again!” he said before catching FM as he fell forward through the door. So much for seeing a talking dog. FM probably imagined it in his drunken stupor.
Just as he was about to close the door again, a bunch of people came through the door.
“Hello Venombyte, Ant, pb, meka, dak_uk, Dan2k1, M16, Turbonutter, er-no, Rasta, sheepy…er…” he looked at the pile of bodies pushing through the doorway into his lounge and gave up “…and everyone else…er…hi…hi goatboy…hi… ”
About 10 minutes later, when he’d said hi to everyone and they’d all squeezed into his living room, they excitedly told him why they were there.
“We saw it!” said Ant, jumping up and down in the crowd to get Grix’s attention. “It was a talking dog I tell you…”
“yep, I saw it too.” Said Fish-e.
“and me.” Piped up Time_warp.
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They convinced the weary Grix to come with them to the corner of the street, where the dog was waiting for them. It was a small, squat little bulldog and it seemed quite happy to see them.
“Hello. You must be Grix,” it said to Grix.
“Er…yes I am.” Said the perplexed Grix. He thought they were just having him on until this moment.
“Why did you ask FM to pick the six of spades? And what does that actually mean?” asked Grix to the dog. He checked to see if anyone else was looking as he gingerly talked to the animal.
“It’s a lucky card, innit’” said the dog.
“Why are you a talking dog?”
“er…I just am ok!” came the canine reply.
“But how?”
“Shut up!” said the dog.
Grix thought for a moment, then heard a rustling in the bin bags just behind the dog. “Ok, Sniper, very funny, you can come out now…”
Sniper appeared from the bin bags, a wire trailing from his body to the leg of the dog.
“I can’t believe you guys all fell for it…” laughed Sniper at the group as they all started laughing at their own stupidity.
“Ok, I think you deserve a pint for that…” said Ant and they all went to the pub.
“I’ll never understand those stupid humans!” said the dog as they left.
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An old friend was at the door, with an offer that was difficult to refuse…
“I’m telling you. It spoke to me… don’t ask me why it chose me, but it did.” He said. “You could come and hear it talking Grix, it told me to pick the six of spades…”
Grix Listened “The six of spades? What’s so significant about the six of spades?”
“I don’t know,” replied FM. “But that’s what it said…”
Grix smelt the air. “You’re drunk again!” he said before catching FM as he fell forward through the door. So much for seeing a talking dog. FM probably imagined it in his drunken stupor.
Just as he was about to close the door again, a bunch of people came through the door.
“Hello Venombyte, Ant, pb, meka, dak_uk, Dan2k1, M16, Turbonutter, er-no, Rasta, sheepy…er…” he looked at the pile of bodies pushing through the doorway into his lounge and gave up “…and everyone else…er…hi…hi goatboy…hi… ”
About 10 minutes later, when he’d said hi to everyone and they’d all squeezed into his living room, they excitedly told him why they were there.
“We saw it!” said Ant, jumping up and down in the crowd to get Grix’s attention. “It was a talking dog I tell you…”
“yep, I saw it too.” Said Fish-e.
“and me.” Piped up Time_warp.
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They convinced the weary Grix to come with them to the corner of the street, where the dog was waiting for them. It was a small, squat little bulldog and it seemed quite happy to see them.
“Hello. You must be Grix,” it said to Grix.
“Er…yes I am.” Said the perplexed Grix. He thought they were just having him on until this moment.
“Why did you ask FM to pick the six of spades? And what does that actually mean?” asked Grix to the dog. He checked to see if anyone else was looking as he gingerly talked to the animal.
“It’s a lucky card, innit’” said the dog.
“Why are you a talking dog?”
“er…I just am ok!” came the canine reply.
“But how?”
“Shut up!” said the dog.
Grix thought for a moment, then heard a rustling in the bin bags just behind the dog. “Ok, Sniper, very funny, you can come out now…”
Sniper appeared from the bin bags, a wire trailing from his body to the leg of the dog.
“I can’t believe you guys all fell for it…” laughed Sniper at the group as they all started laughing at their own stupidity.
“Ok, I think you deserve a pint for that…” said Ant and they all went to the pub.
“I’ll never understand those stupid humans!” said the dog as they left.