Castle Paradox

[Setu_Firestorm]

Good God, if only I could lock this piece of crap thread.
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[Machu]

Why?
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[Setu_Firestorm]

Why not?
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[Machu]

Because there's no reason to.
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[Gizmog1]

Setu, what do you have against me all of a sudden? Here I am, posting and being creative, and you come around insulting me. If PHC did this, you'd probably ban him for trolling. Can someone consider this a formal complaint against Setu?

And secondly, allow me to regale you with the first installment of a tale of intrigue, action, and women. I call it "B.A. Remus In: The Nudist Debate"

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It was a terrible morning as Bosco staggered down the dank, drafty halls of Pompanita Manor. Somehow, when he envisioned D.A.R.T.'s island headquarters he saw something more tropical and exotic than this cold little mudpile in the English Channel. "Complaining won't do any good now," he thought to himself as he arrived at the big green door. BA knocked twice and entered.

"Now THIS is more like it!" he thought, closing the door behind him. He looked around in wonder at the sunny beach he suddenly was on. Seagulls were soaring high above, and there were men in labcoats playing volleyball to his right. A gorgeous brunette had slipped out of her office clothes, and was filling out paper work stretched out with her belly in the sand and her back to the sun.

Bosco wanted to go over and give her a break, but then he noticed the man in the brown fisherman's hat. Various baits and lures stuck out of it, making him a bit of a spectacle to behold. Not that the rest of him was dressed better. He wore an orange hawaiian shirt, opened to reveal his chest, and a plaid necktie lying in his chest hair. His white shorts were almost blinding and the pearly blue of his flip-flops stood in stark contrast to the black socks he wore inside them. He was seated in a bamboo folding chair, with some kind of umbrella drink in each hand.

BA knew his duty immediately. He marched over, and gave a salute to this oddman. "I love what you've done with the office, Chief." Bosco said, knowing full well the situation was far more serious than the climate would suggest.

"Shut up and move!" the man said, not really angry. "You're blocking my sun."

Remus did as D.A.R.T. Commander Mitscher instructed, taking a few steps to the right. "So, why have you sent for me, M?" he asked, attempting to kick the sand off of his combat boots.

"Damnit, I tell you everytime, that M stuff isn't funny! And we don't have time for jokes. The Prime Minister's wife and daughters have been abducted by a madman. He wanted a Representative of England to meet with him, to negotiate the terms of their release. The PM asked for you specifically."

"When do I leave?"

"Sometime tommorow. But right now, we've got some things to talk about. And if you're a good boy, I might just give you a toy afterwards."

[Gizmog1]

I'm tired of the story. So, instead, I'd like to present a poem on Secret Agent Women.

I call it

Secret Agent Women

A Poem.

By Gizmog1.

My secret agent lady,
is actin' kinda shady
Loaded up her gun today.

Thought she might be actin'
Government find factin'
But she still went on her way

Don't know why she moves me,
Calls me up and grooves me,
Punchin' in my clock this way

My secret agent lady,
Met this guy and laid he,
gonna break my heart this day

So, I told her secrets
Had enough and she quits
Comin' back to Thievin' Bay.

She shot me in my breadbox,
Got her knife and decocks,
My corpse is just a gonna lay

So, she got a medal
Floored the achin' pedal,
Always watchin' what she say.