 off the water after a dip in the cool somewhat muddy waters of Slippery Sister Creek back home and as often as not splattering Elvis with drops of muddy water as Elvis impotently muttered "Simon Don't."

"Elvis," Tony ordered. "Search this guy. Get on with it." Adding, "Get 'er done." Mr. Fleshmound was about to correct Tony again. "Don't even start!" He bellowed at Fleshmound.

Elvis slowly put on a pair of latex gloves before beginning the pat down, apparently getting his thumb stuck in the same hole as his index finger. As he vigorously shook his partially gloved hand to get the wandering thumb back in its appointed location, Mr. Fleshmound decided it was time to shift into a higher uncooperative gear.

"Do you guys video this stuff?" He asked. Tony nodded at a camera over the secondary door that was pointed right at them.

"You bet," Tony said. "So guys like you can't go making a bunch of false accusations. Hire some sleazy bottom feeding shyster lawyers and try to rip off the government."

"Now, wait a minute," Armen said. "My brother-in-law is a lawyer. And I thought about going to law school myself. Not all law......"

"Armen, goddamnit," Tony said. "Do something with your mouth that doesn't involve talking or making any kind of noise."

"We are being videoed right now?" Mr. Fleshmound continued, not to be deflected from his train of thought, which was definitely starting to pick up speed.

"That you are," Tony answered somewhat peevishly.

Which was exactly what Mr. Fleshmound wanted to hear. Bang! As quick as the shutter on a high end Super Zoom digital camera, which was amazingly quick, being made in China by the steady hands of certified non-drinkers under the age of 15, Mr. Fleshmound's entire rather large body shuddered like the 1906 San Francisco earthquake and he let out a moan that would have scared the hell out of anyone even remotely near a creepy graveyard.

"Help!" Fleshmound yelled, his anguished face pointed pleadingly towards the video camera. "Please don't hit me again. I'll do anything. I'll confess. I'll
off the water after a dip in the cool somewhat muddy body of water of Slippery Sister Creek back home and equally often as not splattering Elvis with drop of mucky water as Elvis impotently murmur " Simon practicen't. " 

 " Elvis, " Tony ordered. " research this guy. contract on with it. " add, " Get' er done. " Mr. Fleshmound was about to correct Tony again. " Don't even start! " He bawl at Fleshmound. 

 Elvis slowly put on a pair of latex gloves before begin the pat down, apparently getting his ovolo stuck in the same fix as his index finger. As he vigorously shake his partially gloved hand to get the wandering thumb back in its appointed placement, Mr. Fleshmound decided it was time to shift into a higher uncooperative gear. 

 " Do you guys video this stuff? " He asked. Tony nodded at a camera over the secondary door that was pointed right at them. 

 " You bet, " Tony said. " thus guys like you can't go make a crowd of assumed accusations. Hire some sleazy bottom feeding shyster lawyers and try to rend off the government. " 

 " Now, wait a minute, " Armen said. " My brother - in - law is a lawyer. And I thought about going to law school myself. Not all law...... " 

 " Armen, goddamnit, " Tony said. " serve something with your mouth that doesn't imply talking or making any kind of noise. " 

 " We are being videoed right now? " Mr. Fleshmound continue, not to be deflected from his train of thought, which was decidedly starting to clean up speed. 

 " That you are, " Tony answered reasonably peevishly. 

 Which was exactly what Mr. Fleshmound want to hear. Bang! equally quick as the shutter on a high end Super Zoom digital camera, which was amazingly flying, being made in China by the regular hands of certified non - drinker under the age of 15, Mr. Fleshmound's integral rather large body shudder like the 1906 San Francisco earthquake and he let out a moan that would have scared the hell out of anyone even remotely near a creepy graveyard. 

 " aid! " Fleshmound yelled, his anguished face indicate pleadingly towards the video camera. " Please don't hit me again. I'll do anything. I'll confess. I'll
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"Eleis," Tony orderad. "Szarch this guy. Get on with it." Adding, "Get 'er dlne." Mr. Fleshmoond wsf abklt to correct Tony again. "Don't eben stagt!" He bellowed at Fleshmound.

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"That you are," Tony anxwareg somewhct peeyishly.

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"DO you guys video ThiS stuFF?" He Asked. tony nOddeD aT a camEra oveR the sEcOndary door that wAs poInted righT at ThEm.

"YOu Bet," ToNY said. "SO guYs lIke you cAn't go maKIng A bUNCH oF false accusations. HIrE SOmE sleazy bOttom fEEdInG Shyster lAwYerS and TRY to riP off THe GovernmeNt."

"Now, wAIt A mInute," ArMeN said. "MY bRotHer-In-law IS a laWyer. AnD I thoughT abouT Going to law schoOL myself. Not all LAw......"

"aRMeN, GoddAmnIt," Tony said. "DO somEThinG witH YoUr mOUth thAt doeSn'T InVOlve talking or making AnY kind oF noisE."

"We are being viDeoed right NOW?" mr. FleshmOund COnTInued, not to be deFlectEd from his tRAin of thoUght, wHich was dEfinitely STArting to PicK up SpeEd.

"THAT yOu are," Tony answEREd soMeWhat peeVisHly.

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 off the water after a dip  in the co ol so mew hat  m uddy  wat ers of Slipper y  Sis ter Creek back home an d asof t en a s  n ot sp latteri n gE l vis  w it h d ro p sof mu ddy  wateras Elvis i mpo te ntly muttere d  " Simon Don' t." 

"Elvis," T ony  order ed . " S earch  th is gu y. Get on wit h it." Ad di n g, "Ge t  'er do n e ."  Mr.  Fleshmound was a b ou t  to correct To ny aga in .  " D o n't  ev en start!"  H e bel l owed at Fl e s h mou n d.

Elvis slo wly put ona  pa ir ofla tex gloves  befo re beg inning thepatdown, app arentl y  gettin g  his th umb st uck  in  the sa me  ho le ash is  in d exfinger.As  h e vig orou s l y shoo k h is p artia lly gloved ha ndto g e t t he wa nderi ng t hu mb ba ck inits a pp ointed location , Mr . Fleshmo und  d eci de d itw as tim e t o s hift in to a hi g her  u n c o op erative gear.

"Do  y o u  g uys vide o this st uf f ?" He as ke d.Tony n odded  ata  c amera ov er the se co ndary d oo r that  w aspoi ntedr ight  at th em.

"Yo u bet , " Tony said. " S o guys like y o uc a n' t  gomak ing a bunch  off alse  acc u sa tio n s. Hi re so me sl e azy bottom feedingsh ysterlawye rs and try to  rip off t h e governme nt." 
" N ow, wait a min ute,"  Armen sai d . "My br other -in-lawis a lawy e r . And Itho ugh t a bou t go ing to law sc h o ol m ys elf. No t a ll law. ... .." 

" Arm en , goddamn it," Ton ysa id ."Do  some t hing wit hyou rmou th th a t does n't i nvol ve  t a lki ng or m a ki n g  any  k in d of  no is e."
"Wea rebeing v ideoed ri ght now? "Mr . Flesh mound continu ed , not to b edef lected f rom histrain of thought, which was def ini telystar ting to p ick  up sp eed . 

"Tha t youare,"  T ony a nswer e d  s ome wh at peevish l y .
Which  w as e xactlywhat Mr. Fleshmoun d  wa nted to hear.  Ba ng!A s  q uic k  a s  th es hut t e r on a high end  Super Zoo md ig ital camer a , w hi ch wasamazing ly qu i ck, bei ng made i n China b ythes t ead y hands of  certifi ed non-dr i nkers un der t heage of  1 5,Mr. F leshmo u nd' s ent ire ra th er lar ge bo dy  shudder ed like the 1906 San Fr ancisc o ear thq uake andhel etout a moa n th at would h ave  sc aredthe hellouto fany o ne ev en r e motely ne a ra c r e ep y graveyard . "He lp!"Fle s hmound  yel led, his anguishe d  face pointedplea d i ngl y t o ward sthe video came ra.  " P l ease don 't  hit me aga in. I'll  d o  anyt hing.I'll c onfess. I 'l l 
 off_the water_after a dip in_the cool_somewhat_muddy waters_of_Slippery Sister Creek_back home and_as often as not_splattering Elvis with_drops_of muddy water as Elvis impotently muttered "Simon Don't."

"Elvis," Tony ordered. "Search this guy._Get_on with_it."_Adding,_"Get 'er done." Mr. Fleshmound_was about to correct Tony_again. "Don't_even start!" He bellowed at Fleshmound.

Elvis slowly put_on_a pair of_latex gloves before beginning the pat down, apparently getting_his thumb stuck in the same_hole as his_index_finger._As he vigorously shook_his partially gloved hand to get_the wandering thumb back in its_appointed location, Mr. Fleshmound decided it was_time to shift into a higher_uncooperative gear.

"Do you guys video_this stuff?"_He asked. Tony nodded at_a camera over_the secondary_door that was_pointed right at them.

"You bet," Tony_said. "So guys_like you can't go making a_bunch_of false accusations._Hire_some_sleazy bottom_feeding shyster lawyers_and_try to_rip_off the government."

"Now, wait a minute,"_Armen_said. "My brother-in-law is a lawyer. And_I thought about going_to_law school myself. Not_all law......"

"Armen, goddamnit," Tony said._"Do something with your mouth that_doesn't involve_talking or_making any kind of noise."

"We are being videoed right now?" Mr._Fleshmound continued, not to be deflected_from his train of_thought, which_was_definitely starting to_pick_up speed.

"That_you are," Tony answered somewhat peevishly.

Which was_exactly what_Mr. Fleshmound wanted to hear. Bang!_As quick as the_shutter_on a high end Super Zoom_digital camera, which was amazingly quick,_being made in China by_the_steady_hands of certified non-drinkers under_the age of 15, Mr. Fleshmound's_entire rather large_body shuddered like the 1906 San Francisco_earthquake_and he let out a moan_that_would have scared the hell out_of_anyone_even remotely near a creepy_graveyard.

"Help!" Fleshmound yelled, his anguished face_pointed pleadingly towards the video camera. "Please don't hit_me again. I'll_do anything. I'll confess. I'll