Once, there was a cute squirrel, with a large Messiah complex, that carried out tasks nobody wanted accomplished, since they usually hired migrant workers (named "Pedro") who had bad luck keeping their pants from falling down while ballroom dancing along the beams.
Meanwhile, at the orbital ion cannon, Moustached Crime Syndicate had a splendid teatime with buttered falconbread and mustard, sipping bitter tea.
E^D
P.S. I'll be periodically compiling and (slightly) editing/proofreading the story as it goes along, just like when we did the
four word story! Read the whole thing, right here:
http://www.excelsagaforum.com/index.php?topic=1115.msg44463#msg44463