 "Armenian power! Goddamn Turks!"

Goddamn Turks? All the hoary horror stories he'd heard as a kid about the Armenian holocaust came flooding back into this mind. He decided that if this guy really was a distant relative, and if he did get busted for heroin, Armen was gonna help him find a darned good defense attorney--preferably an Armenian.

"OK," he said, a strange glint in his eye. "I'll help Elvis with the search."

"What about me? Copro interjected. "This is my TECS hit. These ET jerks jumped it. I should be doing the search." Tony was beyond being pissed.

"Go out in secondary and help with the searches there," he said in a tired voice. Copro was about to object, but Tony held up a finger to his lips. "Just go, Lorenzo. Now!" Lorenzo went, trailing a disgruntled grumbling litany of personal grievances behind him as he opened the door and stomped out into secondary.

"He's a strange one, that guy," said a voice from a rather large figure plunked on a secondary room search bench. Mr. Fleshmound. "Even stranger than the rest of you guys." He paused and smiled at Armen. "Except for my cousin here. He's a cool dude." Tony wheeled his considerably bulk abruptly on his heels once more, sending a second wave of vertigo over Armen's already unsteady equilibrium.

"Elvis!" Tony said, almost spitting out the words. "Search this freakin' guy. I want this over with and him either out the door or on the way to the slammer. Either way, I want him gone." He smashed one meaty fist into the palm of his other meaty hand. A bit too hard. He recoiled, shaking his somewhat injured, if only fleetingly, smarting palm. "Damn!" He spit out, then eyeballing Elvis with a sizzling look that reminded Elvis of a raging Cyclops from the Saturday morning cartoons he watched on TV as a kid. "Now!" Tony hissed. "Now! Goddamnit, do it NOW!"

"Wow! Hey, dude, you're kind of excitable," Mr. Fleshmound said in an amused voice. "You better watch out. With you being so overweight, getting fired up like that
" Armenian power! Goddamn Turks! " 

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 " all right, " he said, a strange glint in his eye. " I'll avail Elvis with the search. " 

 " What about me? Copro interjected. " This is my TECS hit. These ET jerks jumped it. I should be doing the search. " Tony was beyond being make. 

 " Go out in secondary and help with the search there, " he said in a tired articulation. Copro was about to object, but Tony held up a finger to his lip. " Just go, Lorenzo. Now! " Lorenzo went, trailing a disgruntled rumble litany of personal grievances behind him as he opened the door and stomped out into secondary. 

 " He's a strange one, that guy, " said a voice from a rather large figure plunked on a secondary room search bench. Mr. Fleshmound. " Even stranger than the rest of you guys. " He hesitate and smiled at Armen. " Except for my cousin here. He's a cool dude. " Tony bicycle his considerably majority abruptly on his cad once more, sending a second wave of vertigo over Armen's already unsteady equilibrium. 

 " Elvis! " Tony said, almost spitting out the words. " research this freakin' guy. I want this over with and him either out the door or on the way to the slammer. Either way, I want him gone. " He smashed one meaty fist into the palm of his other meaty hand. A bit excessively hard. He flinch, shaking his somewhat injured, if only fleetingly, smarting decoration. " Damn! " He spit out, then eyeballing Elvis with a sizzling look that reminded Elvis of a raging Cyclops from the Saturday morning cartoons he watched on television receiver as a kid. " immediately! " Tony hissed. " Now! Goddamnit, make it NOW! " 

 " Wow! Hey, dude, you're kind of excitable, " Mr. Fleshmound say in an amused articulation. " You better determine out. With you being so overweight, getting fired up like that
 "Arlenian power! Goddamn Turys!"

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"OK," he said, a stranbe glint in his eye. "I'll hepp Epvis with the searfh."

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"Go ogt in srcondary and hclp wmth rhe searches there," he said in a tired vjice. Coprm cas about to object, byt Tony helg up q fkngtr vo gis lios. "Oust go, Lorsnzo. Now!" Loeenzo went, trailing a eisgruntled gdumbligg litany of personal grievances behind hpm aa he opened the door ane stomped out into sefondary.

"He'f a strange one, that guy," said a voice from a rathar lacgd fnnmre ooujked on a secondary room search bench. Mr. Flesrjoinc. "Even strangev than the rest of ylu duys." He pausea and smimed at Armen. "Exceph for mi cousun here. Ht's a vool dude." Tony wheeled his xonsiderably vulk abruptly on hns heels oncz more, sendong a second wave of vextigo kver Armen's already hvsteady equilibrkum.

"Vlviv!" Tony said, almost spittind out the worbs. "Searcf thos frewkin' guy. I want this over with and him gither out the dlor or on the way to the slammec. Either way, O fann him gonz." He skashed one mewty fist into jhe palm jf hir other mezty hanv. A bit too rard. He recoingd, shaking hiv somewhwt ibjurwd, if ovuy fleetingly, xmarting iajm. "Dqmn!" He spit out, thcn eygbzlling Elvis wick q sizzling look thxt weliided Qnvis of a racing Cyzkops wrom tht Sctjrdau morning cartoons ha wafched on TV as a kod. "Now!" Toni hissed. "Gow! Goddamnit, do it NOW!"

"Wow! Hey, fude, bou're yind pf gxcitable," Mr. Fleshmound said in an amusef vjice. "You beteer qatch out. Wich you being so overweight, getting fired up like that
"Armenian power! Goddamn Turks!" Goddamn Turks? All horror he'd heard a kid about back this mind. He that if this really was a distant relative, and he did get busted for heroin, Armen was gonna help him find a good defense attorney--preferably an Armenian. "OK," he said, a strange glint in his "I'll Elvis the "What about me? Copro interjected. "This is my TECS hit. These ET jerks jumped it. I be doing the search." Tony was beyond being "Go out in secondary help with the searches there," said a tired Copro about object, but Tony up a finger to his lips. "Just go, Lorenzo. Now!" Lorenzo went, trailing a disgruntled grumbling litany personal grievances as he the and out into secondary. strange one, that guy," said a rather large figure plunked on a secondary room bench. Mr. "Even stranger than the rest of guys." He paused and smiled at Armen. "Except my cousin here. He's a cool dude." Tony wheeled his considerably bulk abruptly on his more, sending a second of vertigo over already equilibrium. Tony almost spitting the words. "Search this freakin' guy. I want this over with him either out the door or on the way to Either I want him He smashed one meaty into palm of his other A too shaking somewhat if only fleetingly, smarting "Damn!" He spit out, then Elvis with a sizzling a raging Cyclops from the Saturday morning cartoons watched on TV as a kid. "Now!" hissed. "Now! Goddamnit, do it NOW!" "Wow! Hey, dude, you're kind of Mr. Fleshmound an amused voice. "You better watch out. With being so overweight, getting up like that
 "Armenian power! Goddamn Turks!"

goddamn TurKs? All The HoaRy HorrOr stOries he'd heard aS A kid About the Armenian holocaUst caMe FLoodINg Back iNto this MInD. hE deCiDeD thAt IF tHis guY reAlly was A distant reLatIvE, and if he did gET bUsted for heRoiN, Armen was gonNa hElp him FiNd a DArned GooD defeNse attORney--prEferably aN ARMenian.

"ok," he said, A STrAnge Glint in his eye. "I'll hELp eLvis with the seaRch."

"WhaT aBOuT ME? CoPro InterjecteD. "THis is MY TECS hiT. thESE eT jERks jumped it. I sHould be doinG The Search." toNy wAS beyonD beinG pISseD.

"Go out in secOndaRy and help With thE SearcheS There," he Said in A tiRed VoicE. coPrO waS aBOut TO oBjeCT, buT Tony helD uP a FingeR to hIS LIPs. "JuSt gO, LorEnzo. NOw!" Lorenzo went, TraIlinG A diSgrunTled gRumbLiNg litAny of pErsonAl Grievances behinD him As he openeD thE dOor AnD stomPEd out iNto SecOndary.

"HE's a straNGe oNe, THAT gUy," said a voice from a rAtHER lArge figuRe plunKEd On A SecondarY rOom SearCH Bench. mr. FlEShMound. "EveN stranGEr ThAn the reSt Of you gUyS." He PauSed anD SmilEd at ArMen. "ExcepT for mY Cousin here. He's a COol dude." Tony whEElED HiS ConsIdeRably bulk abRuptLY on hIs heELs OncE More, sEndinG a SEcONd wave of vertigo over arMen's alReady Unsteady equilIbrium.

"ElviS!" tONy said, alMost SPiTTing out the wordS. "SearCh this freaKIn' guy. I waNt thiS over witH and him eiTHEr out the DooR or On tHe wAY To The slammer. EitHER way, i wAnt him gOne." he smashEd oNe mEatY fiSt Into the paLm of his oThEr MeAtY haNd. A biT Too hard. HE rEcoIlEd, sHakinG His somEwhat InjuReD, iF OnlY fleetiNGlY, SMartInG pAlm. "DAmn!" he Spit oUt, thEN eyEballinG Elvis witH a sIZzliNg LoOk that rEminded Elvis oF a Raging CyclOpS frOm the SATUrday morNing cartoons he watched on tv as a kid. "now!" tony hIsseD. "Now! GoddaMniT, do it NoW!"

"WOW! Hey, duDe, you'rE kind Of ExcITAble," MR. fLeShmOuNd said in an AMUseD voicE. "YOu beTter watCh out. With you being sO OveRweight, gettinG fiRed uP LIkE thAT
 "Armenian power! GoddamnTurks!"

G oddam n T urk s?  All  the  hoary horrors tori es he'd heard as a kid  abou tt he A r me nianholocau s tc a mefl oo din gb ac k int o t his min d. He deci ded  t hat if thisg uy  really wa s a  distant rel ati ve, an difh e did  ge t bus ted fo r  heroi n, Armenwa s  gonna help hi m fi nd a  darned good defe n se attorney--pref erably  a n  A r m eni an. 

"OK," he  s aid,a  strang e  g l i n t i n  his eye. "I' ll help Elv i s w ith th esea r ch."
"What  a b out  me? Coprointe rjected."Thisi s my TE C S hit.TheseETjer ks j u mp ed  it .I  sh o ul d b e  do ing these ar ch."Tony w a s  bey ond  bei ng pi ssed.

"Go ou t i n se c ond ary a nd he lp w it h the  searc hes t he re," he said in  a t ired voic e.Co pro  w as ab o ut toobj ect , but T ony hel d  up  a f i ng er to his lips. "J us t go , Lorenz o. Now ! "Lo r enzo wen t,  tr aili n g  a di sgru n tl ed grumb ling l i ta ny  of per so nal gr ie van ces  behi n d hi m as h e opened  thed oor and stompe d  out into sec o nd a r y. 
"He 'sa strange o ne,t hatguy, "  s aid a voi ce fr om ar ather large figurepl unkedon asecondary roo m search b e n c h. Mr. F lesh m ou n d. "Even stran ger t han the re s t of you  guys ." He pa used ands m iled atArm en.  "E xce p t  f or my cousinh e re.He 's a co oldude."Ton y w hee led  h is consid erably b ul kab ru ptl y onh is heels  o nce  m ore , sen d ing asecon d wa ve  o f  ve rtigo o v er A rmen 's  a lrea dyun stead y eq u ili brium.
"Elvis!"  To n y sa id ,almostspitting outth e words. " Se arc h this f reakin'guy. I want this over w i th andhim  eith er o ut the do oror onthe way to  the s lamme r.  Ei t h er wa y ,  I  wa nt  him gone. " Hesmash ed  one  meatyfist into the palm ofhis other mea tyhand . Abit to o  ha rd .  He r ecoiled, shakin g his some wh a tinjured, i f  on ly  fleeti ngly, s marti n g palm.  "Damn!"He spit o ut , th e n  ey eballing E lvis wit h a sizzl i ng lo o kthatrem indedEl vis  of a  ragin g  Cy clops  fromth e Satu rdaymo rning ca rtoons he watched on TV  as akid."No w!" Tonyhis s ed.  "Now! Go ddam nit, do it  NO W!" 

"Wo w!H ey, d ude, yo u'r e  kind  ofe xcitable, "  M r.F l es hmound said i n  an  amus edv oice."You  better watch out .  With you bein g so o ver wei g ht,ge tting fired up  li ke t hat
 "Armenian_power! Goddamn_Turks!"

Goddamn Turks? All the_hoary horror_stories_he'd heard_as_a kid about_the Armenian holocaust_came flooding back into_this mind. He_decided_that if this guy really was a distant relative, and if he did get_busted_for heroin,_Armen_was_gonna help him find a_darned good defense attorney--preferably an_Armenian.

"OK," he_said, a strange glint in his eye. "I'll_help_Elvis with the_search."

"What about me? Copro interjected. "This is my TECS_hit. These ET jerks jumped it._I should be_doing_the_search." Tony was beyond_being pissed.

"Go out in secondary and_help with the searches there," he_said in a tired voice. Copro was_about to object, but Tony held_up a finger to his_lips. "Just_go, Lorenzo. Now!" Lorenzo went,_trailing a disgruntled_grumbling litany_of personal grievances_behind him as he opened the_door and stomped_out into secondary.

"He's a strange one,_that_guy," said a_voice_from_a rather_large figure plunked_on_a secondary_room_search bench. Mr. Fleshmound. "Even stranger_than_the rest of you guys." He paused_and smiled at Armen._"Except_for my cousin here._He's a cool dude." Tony_wheeled his considerably bulk abruptly on_his heels_once more,_sending a second wave of vertigo over Armen's already unsteady equilibrium.

"Elvis!"_Tony said, almost spitting out the_words. "Search this freakin'_guy. I_want_this over with_and_him either_out the door or on the way_to the_slammer. Either way, I want him_gone." He smashed one_meaty_fist into the palm of his_other meaty hand. A bit too_hard. He recoiled, shaking his_somewhat_injured,_if only fleetingly, smarting palm._"Damn!" He spit out, then eyeballing_Elvis with a_sizzling look that reminded Elvis of a_raging_Cyclops from the Saturday morning cartoons_he_watched on TV as a kid._"Now!"_Tony_hissed. "Now! Goddamnit, do it_NOW!"

"Wow! Hey, dude, you're kind of_excitable," Mr. Fleshmound said in an amused voice. "You_better watch out._With you being so overweight,_getting_fired_up like that