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There is a hard patter on the floor and Pb quickly rushes up from his seat to see it if was his 36th GAD. In the near future, Pb won his 36th GAD, you see.
"Damn. Bills. Bills. Ahem. Bills. Eh?" says Pb in surprise, staring at a rather small but glittery package with 'Concerning Special Reserve Notability Status' printed at the top.
"Must be important" announces Pb, as he walks back over to his chair and begins to unwrap it, ignoring the other items of mail that are laying on the patio floor, after falling out of his hands when he noticed this package. Pb, becrazed like a little child with a year-free gift-certificate at the Wacky Warehouse, pulled the final part off, unravelled the letter and read it aloud...in his head, if that made any sense (so the writer doubted).
"To the Notable whom it may concern,
As a Notable, you have been chosen to search for the Holy Gravel. We are actually unsure as to exactly what the Holy Gravel is, but we are sure that with your aid, we can uncover it. There is one minor detail: it will begin with a selection process, so there will be only three Notables searching for the Holy Gravel. This selection process is a shooting arena, where you will have to kill the other Notables until there are only three left, making them even more elite than before. These three will explore various locations, looking for the Holy Gravel, and when we find it, you will get rags, riches and all that other stuff that I can't be naffed to explain.
We depart..."
Pb stands there, his eyes nearly protruding out of his face, and his lower lip overhanging his mouth. A rather large puddle of saliva has formed at his feet, and a sharp slap to the face soon brings himself around. A smile emerges about Pb's face and he disappears upstairs, presumably preparing himself for the Quest for the Holy Gravel.
All that could be heard was the vaccum cleaner. And loads of screaming noises that sounded strangely enough like orgasms.
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Pb rises up out of his bed through yawns, groans and some sunlight drifting in through a half-open window.
"You Ok Gb?"
"Yes. You were great last night."
Pb goes red, before kicking the vaccum cleaner, kissing Gb and rolling out of bed, hitting his ar'e on the floor hard.
"Quest for the Holy Gravel!"
"Pb, what on Uranus are you talking about? I thought we were gonna sleep in today!"
"I thought that too, but I really have to go - Tony's calling me once again. Ye know, the guy that gives me all those free games and films."
"Oh - him. Well, don't be out too long love."
"I'll try."
By this time, Pb is dressed. He reaches into the closet and pulls out a coat hanger.
"I may need this."
Gb stares at him, confused, before Pb leaves.
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Pb walks into a small, but well-stocked shop, with a large, but intelligent-looking clerk. Before you start, they have gunshops - this is an American Gun Shop in Britain, ye see.
"Can I help ye?" says the clerk.
"Yes. I'm looking for a weapon that will protect me against 11 maniacs please."
"Come right this way...sir..."
The clerk walks to behind the counter, and Pb follows. He unclips a very large gun from the incredibly long rack. He hands it to Pb, who checks it out, aims with it and lays it down on the glass.
"Not bad. How much?"
"Two hundred."
"Quid?"
"No, sea monkeys."
Pb reaches down into his incredibly dark pockets and pulls out his credit card.
"Charge 'em please."
After a few seconds of that, he picks up the gun.
"Would you like it gift-wrapped sir?"
"No thanks."
...and leaves.
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"47 Nipul Evird - this should be it."
His sigh indicates that he is wrong yet again, and he is lost. Where the hell is 47 Nipul Evird? To his amazement, he finds a road sign on the floor that reads 47 Nipul Evird, he turns it up the right way, and with the quick 180 degree angular turn of his map, he's back on track to arriving.
"Oh for god's sake. Can't you bloody navigate?", says a voice, before a large hand appears from the sky, picks up Pb from the neck and drops him before a large building that must have been at least 20 or 30 stories high. Sheet-to-sheet with glass, it was an amazing sight to see, and it really had to be seen to be believed.
"Must be 'ere..."
Pb walks into the double doors and is graced by darkness and tranquility - it is desert and he can see nothing.
"Pb, you are finally here...and you are sh'te at navigating. Prepare to play for the right to search for the Holy Gravel.", says a voice.
The lights turn on, and the other 11 Notables stand before him.
"You have 30 minutes..."
----------
"Damn. Bills. Bills. Ahem. Bills. Eh?" says Pb in surprise, staring at a rather small but glittery package with 'Concerning Special Reserve Notability Status' printed at the top.
"Must be important" announces Pb, as he walks back over to his chair and begins to unwrap it, ignoring the other items of mail that are laying on the patio floor, after falling out of his hands when he noticed this package. Pb, becrazed like a little child with a year-free gift-certificate at the Wacky Warehouse, pulled the final part off, unravelled the letter and read it aloud...in his head, if that made any sense (so the writer doubted).
"To the Notable whom it may concern,
As a Notable, you have been chosen to search for the Holy Gravel. We are actually unsure as to exactly what the Holy Gravel is, but we are sure that with your aid, we can uncover it. There is one minor detail: it will begin with a selection process, so there will be only three Notables searching for the Holy Gravel. This selection process is a shooting arena, where you will have to kill the other Notables until there are only three left, making them even more elite than before. These three will explore various locations, looking for the Holy Gravel, and when we find it, you will get rags, riches and all that other stuff that I can't be naffed to explain.
We depart..."
Pb stands there, his eyes nearly protruding out of his face, and his lower lip overhanging his mouth. A rather large puddle of saliva has formed at his feet, and a sharp slap to the face soon brings himself around. A smile emerges about Pb's face and he disappears upstairs, presumably preparing himself for the Quest for the Holy Gravel.
All that could be heard was the vaccum cleaner. And loads of screaming noises that sounded strangely enough like orgasms.
----------
Pb rises up out of his bed through yawns, groans and some sunlight drifting in through a half-open window.
"You Ok Gb?"
"Yes. You were great last night."
Pb goes red, before kicking the vaccum cleaner, kissing Gb and rolling out of bed, hitting his ar'e on the floor hard.
"Quest for the Holy Gravel!"
"Pb, what on Uranus are you talking about? I thought we were gonna sleep in today!"
"I thought that too, but I really have to go - Tony's calling me once again. Ye know, the guy that gives me all those free games and films."
"Oh - him. Well, don't be out too long love."
"I'll try."
By this time, Pb is dressed. He reaches into the closet and pulls out a coat hanger.
"I may need this."
Gb stares at him, confused, before Pb leaves.
----------
Pb walks into a small, but well-stocked shop, with a large, but intelligent-looking clerk. Before you start, they have gunshops - this is an American Gun Shop in Britain, ye see.
"Can I help ye?" says the clerk.
"Yes. I'm looking for a weapon that will protect me against 11 maniacs please."
"Come right this way...sir..."
The clerk walks to behind the counter, and Pb follows. He unclips a very large gun from the incredibly long rack. He hands it to Pb, who checks it out, aims with it and lays it down on the glass.
"Not bad. How much?"
"Two hundred."
"Quid?"
"No, sea monkeys."
Pb reaches down into his incredibly dark pockets and pulls out his credit card.
"Charge 'em please."
After a few seconds of that, he picks up the gun.
"Would you like it gift-wrapped sir?"
"No thanks."
...and leaves.
----------
"47 Nipul Evird - this should be it."
His sigh indicates that he is wrong yet again, and he is lost. Where the hell is 47 Nipul Evird? To his amazement, he finds a road sign on the floor that reads 47 Nipul Evird, he turns it up the right way, and with the quick 180 degree angular turn of his map, he's back on track to arriving.
"Oh for god's sake. Can't you bloody navigate?", says a voice, before a large hand appears from the sky, picks up Pb from the neck and drops him before a large building that must have been at least 20 or 30 stories high. Sheet-to-sheet with glass, it was an amazing sight to see, and it really had to be seen to be believed.
"Must be 'ere..."
Pb walks into the double doors and is graced by darkness and tranquility - it is desert and he can see nothing.
"Pb, you are finally here...and you are sh'te at navigating. Prepare to play for the right to search for the Holy Gravel.", says a voice.
The lights turn on, and the other 11 Notables stand before him.
"You have 30 minutes..."
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There is a hard patter on the floor and Pb quickly rushes up from his seat to see it if was his 36th GAD. In the near future, Pb won his 36th GAD, you see.
"Damn. Bills. Bills. Ahem. Bills. Eh?" says Pb in surprise, staring at a rather small but glittery package with 'Concerning Special Reserve Notability Status' printed at the top.
"Must be important" announces Pb, as he walks back over to his chair and begins to unwrap it, ignoring the other items of mail that are laying on the patio floor, after falling out of his hands when he noticed this package. Pb, becrazed like a little child with a year-free gift-certificate at the Wacky Warehouse, pulled the final part off, unravelled the letter and read it aloud...in his head, if that made any sense (so the writer doubted).
"To the Notable whom it may concern,
As a Notable, you have been chosen to search for the Holy Gravel. We are actually unsure as to exactly what the Holy Gravel is, but we are sure that with your aid, we can uncover it. There is one minor detail: it will begin with a selection process, so there will be only three Notables searching for the Holy Gravel. This selection process is a shooting arena, where you will have to kill the other Notables until there are only three left, making them even more elite than before. These three will explore various locations, looking for the Holy Gravel, and when we find it, you will get rags, riches and all that other stuff that I can't be naffed to explain.
We depart..."
Pb stands there, his eyes nearly protruding out of his face, and his lower lip overhanging his mouth. A rather large puddle of saliva has formed at his feet, and a sharp slap to the face soon brings himself around. A smile emerges about Pb's face and he disappears upstairs, presumably preparing himself for the Quest for the Holy Gravel.
All that could be heard was the vaccum cleaner. And loads of screaming noises that sounded strangely enough like orgasms.
----------
Pb rises up out of his bed through yawns, groans and some sunlight drifting in through a half-open window.
"You Ok Gb?"
"Yes. You were great last night."
Pb goes red, before kicking the vaccum cleaner, kissing Gb and rolling out of bed, hitting his ar'e on the floor hard.
"Quest for the Holy Gravel!"
"Pb, what on Uranus are you talking about? I thought we were gonna sleep in today!"
"I thought that too, but I really have to go - Tony's calling me once again. Ye know, the guy that gives me all those free games and films."
"Oh - him. Well, don't be out too long love."
"I'll try."
By this time, Pb is dressed. He reaches into the closet and pulls out a coat hanger.
"I may need this."
Gb stares at him, confused, before Pb leaves.
----------
Pb walks into a small, but well-stocked shop, with a large, but intelligent-looking clerk. Before you start, they have gunshops - this is an American Gun Shop in Britain, ye see.
"Can I help ye?" says the clerk.
"Yes. I'm looking for a weapon that will protect me against 11 maniacs please."
"Come right this way...sir..."
The clerk walks to behind the counter, and Pb follows. He unclips a very large gun from the incredibly long rack. He hands it to Pb, who checks it out, aims with it and lays it down on the glass.
"Not bad. How much?"
"Two hundred."
"Quid?"
"No, sea monkeys."
Pb reaches down into his incredibly dark pockets and pulls out his credit card.
"Charge 'em please."
After a few seconds of that, he picks up the gun.
"Would you like it gift-wrapped sir?"
"No thanks."
...and leaves.
----------
"47 Nipul Evird - this should be it."
His sigh indicates that he is wrong yet again, and he is lost. Where the hell is 47 Nipul Evird? To his amazement, he finds a road sign on the floor that reads 47 Nipul Evird, he turns it up the right way, and with the quick 180 degree angular turn of his map, he's back on track to arriving.
"Oh for god's sake. Can't you bloody navigate?", says a voice, before a large hand appears from the sky, picks up Pb from the neck and drops him before a large building that must have been at least 20 or 30 stories high. Sheet-to-sheet with glass, it was an amazing sight to see, and it really had to be seen to be believed.
"Must be 'ere..."
Pb walks into the double doors and is graced by darkness and tranquility - it is desert and he can see nothing.
"Pb, you are finally here...and you are sh'te at navigating. Prepare to play for the right to search for the Holy Gravel.", says a voice.
The lights turn on, and the other 11 Notables stand before him.
"You have 30 minutes..."
----------
"Damn. Bills. Bills. Ahem. Bills. Eh?" says Pb in surprise, staring at a rather small but glittery package with 'Concerning Special Reserve Notability Status' printed at the top.
"Must be important" announces Pb, as he walks back over to his chair and begins to unwrap it, ignoring the other items of mail that are laying on the patio floor, after falling out of his hands when he noticed this package. Pb, becrazed like a little child with a year-free gift-certificate at the Wacky Warehouse, pulled the final part off, unravelled the letter and read it aloud...in his head, if that made any sense (so the writer doubted).
"To the Notable whom it may concern,
As a Notable, you have been chosen to search for the Holy Gravel. We are actually unsure as to exactly what the Holy Gravel is, but we are sure that with your aid, we can uncover it. There is one minor detail: it will begin with a selection process, so there will be only three Notables searching for the Holy Gravel. This selection process is a shooting arena, where you will have to kill the other Notables until there are only three left, making them even more elite than before. These three will explore various locations, looking for the Holy Gravel, and when we find it, you will get rags, riches and all that other stuff that I can't be naffed to explain.
We depart..."
Pb stands there, his eyes nearly protruding out of his face, and his lower lip overhanging his mouth. A rather large puddle of saliva has formed at his feet, and a sharp slap to the face soon brings himself around. A smile emerges about Pb's face and he disappears upstairs, presumably preparing himself for the Quest for the Holy Gravel.
All that could be heard was the vaccum cleaner. And loads of screaming noises that sounded strangely enough like orgasms.
----------
Pb rises up out of his bed through yawns, groans and some sunlight drifting in through a half-open window.
"You Ok Gb?"
"Yes. You were great last night."
Pb goes red, before kicking the vaccum cleaner, kissing Gb and rolling out of bed, hitting his ar'e on the floor hard.
"Quest for the Holy Gravel!"
"Pb, what on Uranus are you talking about? I thought we were gonna sleep in today!"
"I thought that too, but I really have to go - Tony's calling me once again. Ye know, the guy that gives me all those free games and films."
"Oh - him. Well, don't be out too long love."
"I'll try."
By this time, Pb is dressed. He reaches into the closet and pulls out a coat hanger.
"I may need this."
Gb stares at him, confused, before Pb leaves.
----------
Pb walks into a small, but well-stocked shop, with a large, but intelligent-looking clerk. Before you start, they have gunshops - this is an American Gun Shop in Britain, ye see.
"Can I help ye?" says the clerk.
"Yes. I'm looking for a weapon that will protect me against 11 maniacs please."
"Come right this way...sir..."
The clerk walks to behind the counter, and Pb follows. He unclips a very large gun from the incredibly long rack. He hands it to Pb, who checks it out, aims with it and lays it down on the glass.
"Not bad. How much?"
"Two hundred."
"Quid?"
"No, sea monkeys."
Pb reaches down into his incredibly dark pockets and pulls out his credit card.
"Charge 'em please."
After a few seconds of that, he picks up the gun.
"Would you like it gift-wrapped sir?"
"No thanks."
...and leaves.
----------
"47 Nipul Evird - this should be it."
His sigh indicates that he is wrong yet again, and he is lost. Where the hell is 47 Nipul Evird? To his amazement, he finds a road sign on the floor that reads 47 Nipul Evird, he turns it up the right way, and with the quick 180 degree angular turn of his map, he's back on track to arriving.
"Oh for god's sake. Can't you bloody navigate?", says a voice, before a large hand appears from the sky, picks up Pb from the neck and drops him before a large building that must have been at least 20 or 30 stories high. Sheet-to-sheet with glass, it was an amazing sight to see, and it really had to be seen to be believed.
"Must be 'ere..."
Pb walks into the double doors and is graced by darkness and tranquility - it is desert and he can see nothing.
"Pb, you are finally here...and you are sh'te at navigating. Prepare to play for the right to search for the Holy Gravel.", says a voice.
The lights turn on, and the other 11 Notables stand before him.
"You have 30 minutes..."
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