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“What am I going to do, Giant Tiger? Tessa soo wants to find her half brother, the one that’s been on the lam for so long. Full sister Lisa is trying too, but she got stalled at New Island. Oh Tiggie, if only red hadn’t been swapped with orange back in the days.”

“20 – 09,” pronounced the tiger, very communicative for his kind. This is why Charlene the Punk liked him so much. She came here sometimes near the Rubi Woods to chat with him, confer with him. Because he was very wise as well, as all tigers are. Most just don’t like talking to humans and their ilk very much. Feel like it’s a waste of breath to them. Better things to do, and so on.

“Are – you staying with – Jeffrie?” His voice was deep, like the depths of the jungle he originates from. Deep with tone, deep with wisdom. Giant Tiger knew that this was not a good idea. Most likely.

“Well, we both got kicked out of Green Yarn together I’ll give you *that*,” she said, still swinging upside down toward and away from him, but with her head now getting swimmy. She rights herself in the seat, considers the issue again from a more sober point. Charlene knew Giant Tiger was still listening to her, wasn’t distracted. He was patient too — another virtue. In fact, I don’t think he had any bad qualities to him. Except the voracious appetite that sometimes included human babies and even toddlers. Toddles and he wouldn’t make the best of friends, for instance. I suppose that aligns him with the Oz Tiger, who desired the same and lamented his need to do so. And it also makes sense that the Tiger is so near the Rubi Woods, come to think of it, since that’s Oz related as well with the ruby slipper connection and all, although that’s just from the derivative movie and not the books, where they were instead silver. But… *that* goes into the whole Sylver Forest which the Rubi Woods are just a remnant stand of timber from. 4 sims it covered back in the days. 20 – 09 or so.

(to be continued?)

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Sepisexton

“DONT.”

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channel

He stared at the amber light beyond the end of the dividing canal, wondering if it had been moved from the wall to the floor.

And what it meant. Was he *finally* reaching?

—–

On the other end, Zapppa hungrily eyes the now almost vacant Bigfoot Bar, which apparently will be up for rent soon. He’s waiting to pounce. He has the idea to bring (Dinah and) Moe’s Bar of Cassandra City to NWES Island. And explore more of that Montana/Zircon tweezers theme to himself escape the grave. I think it will happen. It’s the exact same building after all. Fate: bar exchanged for another bar. Continuity ensured.

And just in time for our first seasonal bigfoot sighting (?)

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pirate

138 dead. Chain reaction. The words reverberated in his head like a broken record or something. A repetitive sea shanty — that’s better. He remembers to paint again. Dreamy dreams can wait. He tries to set them aside but more return en masse. Chain reaction. 138 dead, 138 dead, 138 dead. Perhaps it is time to write; maybe the *other* voices will drown out *these* voices. He moves from the canvas to the typewriter to begin a long overdue project. He inserts a blank sheet. Like life itself, waiting to be written upon, he thinks. Fresh start. He presses caps lock and centers the page 2/3rd up with 3 backspaces. He types a G, then an A, then an S. He stares at what he’s typed so far. T, then, O. He pauses again. N to finish. It has begun.

That should keep the bastard busy for a while.

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Except

“My latest creation, Golden Jim. The Rubi Gardens. 2 parcels in 1. I have almost encircled…”

“No you haven’t,” countered Golden Jim, wiser than the girl fairy for now. “You will never encircle these enchanted woods, except…”

“*Except,*” spoke the *now* wiser child. She was wiser than Golden Jim almost all the time except, in this post, for that little lapse back there. Except.

“Except what, child?” Golden Jim stared at her, at the woods behind her. *Their* woods. They become one through it.

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the problem with 3 and 4

“You don’t understand,” pleaded Olive to SEAN “Green” Penn. “Beige — I mean, Frankie *can’t* join our ranks. We must remain three colors and three colors alone. The contracts–”

“I don’t want to hear another *word* about those f-cking contracts!” shouted SEAN over the drumming, on his 5th Corona-V of the night. “And lean back and stay 6 feet the f-ck away from me, ho.”

Olive leaned back, but pressed him on the ho part. “When did you start calling *women* that?”

“That’s what you *are*,” he replied, defiance in his voice and washing another french fry down with a swig of beer. “With, erm, that *policeman*. The older one, not the younger one. Jeep or something.”

She laid down all the cards on the table. “Listen, *SEAN*. I’m here to help.”

—–

Pink was sitting too close to Olive but Olive didn’t mind. She knew it was all a ruse.

“Weelll? Whatdaya think? Pretty good tonight. I was feeling it.”

But SEAN “Green” Penn had other things on his mind. “Listen, erm, Pink. We have to leave this town. We gotta get away.” He glanced over at Olive, understanding the truth now. He didn’t want to look too long.

“Leave?” replied Marsha “Pink” Krakow. “But we just — just *got* here again. What about Beige, I mean, Frankie?”

“We’ll just have to take her along,” responded SEAN rapidly, sobering up real quick. “*And* the creepy photography teacher. We’ll just have to drag out the story elsewhere.”

“2 weeks,” reinforced Olive to her left. “That’s all we have.” She looked down at SEAN’s big feet tapping anxiously against his bar stool, as if they were on fire.

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hidden?

“Come here dear,” Mary Pippens requested from the open door. “I want to show you something.”

“In a minute dear,” spoke her husband of 29 years, Achilles. “I’m recharging myself on The Diagonal.” One day it will solve my nose problem, he then thinks while beholding the cursed big honker between his eyes. I’m sure of it. 15 minutes a day: that’s how long the church told him to do, no more no less. He looks down at his watch.

Two minutes and 37 second later, he began moving to the now closed door to join his wife at the bay window of their bedroom. “Look there, hubby. I stare out this window every day at one of my beloved, local hills, and this structure *definitely* hasn’t been here before. Here, I’ll open the window so you can take a better gander. Right over there on the old Elaine Ratio property. She’s rarely home any more, you know.” With her arthritis weary arm, Mary points toward the visible corner of my recently erected 32 square meter house in Instabar, the one Summerhill Nova warned could spell TROUBLE for me once again.

“We should alert the local neighborhood watch. Who’s the head of that thing now?”

“Hidi,” Achilles said. “I think — can’t remember the last name.” He sniffed and the cats ran away.

“Well, I’ll try to track down this Hidi tomorrow.”

“Good luck.”

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Heart Queen

Some things never change.

—–

“Fish Head! Give us a report.”

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Gunn(s) 03

“Okay, I’m here gang. What do you want?” As if I didn’t know, he said to himself, looking around at the dumb expression on each and every one of their faces. How did we come from the same gene pool?

“We want you to *pick up the gunn*,” Cousin Lester commanded opposite him, “and shoot that woman over there.” He indicates the “woman”. “*She’s got a gunn, you’ve got a gunn. Whatcha gonna do?”

“Yeah, hehe, whatcha gonna do Bullfrog, hoho,” injected even simpler Cousin Kermit Winkler sitting beside Cousin Lester. He moves toward the table, picks up the gunn, and studies. “She’s a beauty, eh, huhu?” he says while turning it over several times in his hands, and then offers it to Bullfrog, who just stares at him in hatred until Kermit Winkler sets it back on the table between them and returns to his sofa beside Lester in deadly silence.

“Just Make American Great Again for God’s sake!” he couldn’t help add while scratching his side.

Bullfrog turns to Uncle Melville “Peepee” Todd beside him, who he considers the smartest of the bunch, which isn’t saying much.

“Just do it,” he said simply to his nephew. “Shoot the gunn at the woman with the gunn and get it over with. Maybe more of *us* will come of it,” meaning more might be added to this Red Squirt Seven bunch.

Bullfrog didn’t need to think any more. He picked up the gunn and opened fire.

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Cousin Tr-opp

“Whatever happened to us, Grassy?”

“Whatever happened to *you*.”

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