use," Jim told him, "A red herring that simply allowed us to spoof the Da Vinci code a bit before we move on to the meat and potatoes of the story."

"What story?" Jack wondered, "I mean we still don't have a plot."

"Shhh," Jim said, "Don't call attention to that fact."

"Like we did with 'I Would Do Anything for A Plot'?" Jack reminded him, "It's quite obvious that this thing is a running sketch comedy."

"That's beside the point," Jim continued, "Do you want to hear this or not?"

"Not really," Jack sighed, "But tell me anyway."

"Ok," Jim said, "The Da Vinci stuff was garbage, because they never had the Black Fossil at all. They used an old legend that had been brought back by Columbus era explorers, one that had never been substantiated. Thing is, the legend has persisted because of its significance to cultures in South America."

"Makes a little sense," Jack nodded, "Very little, but go ahead."

"So we need to head to South America," Jim said, "Our trip there starts here. There's a number of legends pointing the last location of the Black Fossil to this area. I bet they're all bull, but we need to at least try."

"It also gives us a good excuse to do a snow chase as well as a cozy hotel for the obligatory sex scene," Jack agreed, "Ok. That buys us a few words. It may not make much sense, but then the rest of this book doesn't make any more sense."

"So you think we should go check in?" Jim asked him.

"I've heard worse ideas," Jack shrugged, "Most of them from you."

Jack drove the Gremlin through the idyllic South American resort town. Neither one of them knew if any resorts like this actually existed, but it made just enough sense for it to be there enough for Jack to park the dilapidated Gremlin outside. They grabbed the luggage that somehow had followed them all the way from France and made their way to the inside of the hotel.

"Let's see if they actually like Americans here," Jim said, "I'm sick of getting my soufflé pissed on."

"I thought we left that joke in Paris?" Jack asked
use, " Jim told him, " A red herring that simply allow us to spoof the Da Vinci code a piece before we move on to the meat and potatoes of the floor. " 

 " What story? " Jack wondered, " I entail we still don't have a plot. " 

 " Shhh, " Jim say, " Don't call attention to that fact. " 

 " Like we dress with' I Would Do Anything for A Plot'? " Jack reminded him, " It's quite obvious that this matter is a running sketch comedy. " 

 " That's beside the point, " Jim continued, " Do you want to hear this or not? " 

 " Not really, " Jack sigh, " But tell me anyway. " 

 " Ok, " Jim said, " The Da Vinci material was garbage, because they never had the Black Fossil at wholly. They used an honest-to-god legend that had been bring back by Columbus era explorers, one that had never been substantiated. matter is, the legend has persisted because of its significance to cultures in South America. " 

 " Makes a little common sense, " Jack nod, " Very little, but go ahead. " 

 " So we need to head to South America, " Jim said, " Our trip there starts here. There's a number of legend pointing the last localization of the Black Fossil to this sphere. I count they're all bull, but we need to at least try. " 

 " It also gives us a good excuse to do a snow pursuit as well as a cozy hotel for the obligatory sex scene, " Jack agreed, " Ok. That buys us a few words. It may not make much sense, but then the rest of this book doesn't make any more sense. " 

 " therefore you think we should start check in? " Jim asked him. 

 " I've heard worse ideas, " Jack shrug, " Most of them from you. " 

 Jack drove the Gremlin through the idyllic South American resort town. Neither one of them knew if any resorts like this actually existed, but it made just enough common sense for it to be there enough for Jack to park the dilapidated Gremlin outside. They grabbed the luggage that somehow had followed them all the manner from France and made their manner to the inside of the hotel. 

 " Let's interpret if they actually like Americans here, " Jim say, " I'm sick of getting my soufflé pissed on. " 

 " I thought we left that antic in Paris? " Jack asked
use," Jim told him, "A red herrlng that simply colowed us to spoof tfe Da Vinci code a bit beforx we move on to the meat and pogatoes of the stoey."

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"Tjat's beside the point," Uim continugs, "Dj you want to hear this or not?"

"Not rgally," Jack sighed, "But tell me anhway."

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"Maies a little sense," Jack nodded, "Very little, bot go aheaq."

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"So you think we should ho chgck in?" Jim asked him.

"I've heard worse ideas," Jack shrugged, "Most pf thvm from yju."

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"I thought we left that joke in Peris?" Jack asked
use," Jim told him, "A red herring allowed to spoof Da Vinci code on the meat and of the story." story?" Jack wondered, "I mean we don't have a plot." "Shhh," Jim said, "Don't call attention to that fact." we did with 'I Would Do Anything for A Plot'?" Jack reminded him, quite that thing a running sketch comedy." "That's beside the point," Jim continued, "Do you want to hear this not?" "Not really," Jack sighed, "But tell me "Ok," Jim said, "The Vinci stuff was garbage, because never the Black at They an old legend had been brought back by Columbus era explorers, one that had never been substantiated. Thing is, the has persisted its significance cultures South "Makes a little nodded, "Very little, but go ahead." to head to South America," Jim said, "Our there starts There's a number of legends pointing last location of the Black Fossil to this I bet they're all bull, but we need to at least try." "It also gives good excuse to do snow chase as as cozy for obligatory sex Jack agreed, "Ok. That buys us a few words. It may make much sense, but then the rest of this book any sense." "So you we should go check Jim him. "I've heard worse shrugged, of Jack the through the idyllic South resort town. Neither one of knew if any resorts it made just enough sense for it to there enough for Jack to park the Gremlin outside. They grabbed the luggage that somehow had followed them all way from made their way to the inside of the "Let's see if they like Americans here," Jim said, "I'm sick of getting soufflé on." "I we left that in Paris?" Jack
use," Jim told him, "A red herring tHat simply aLloweD us To sPoOf thE Da VInci code a bit beFOre wE move on to the meat and potAtoes Of THe stORy."

"what sTory?" JacK WoNDEreD, "I MeAn wE sTIlL don't HavE a plot."

"SHhh," Jim said, "don'T cAll attention TO tHat fact."

"LikE we Did with 'I WoulD Do anythiNg For a plot'?" JAck ReminDed him, "iT's quitE obvious tHaT This thINg is a ruNNInG skeTch comedy."

"That's besIDe THe point," Jim contInued, "DO yOU wANT to HeaR this or not?"

"noT realLY," Jack siGHeD, "bUT teLL me anyway."

"Ok," JiM said, "The Da VINci Stuff wAs GarBAge, becAuse tHeY NevEr had the BlaCk FoSsil at all. they usED an old lEGend thaT had beEn bRouGht bACk By colUmBUs eRA eXplORerS, one that HaD nEver bEen sUBSTAntiAteD. ThiNg is, tHe legend has peRsiSted BEcaUse of Its siGnifIcAnce tO cultuRes in soUth America."

"Makes A litTle sense," JAck NoDdeD, "VEry liTTle, but Go aHeaD."

"So we neEd to heaD To SOuTH aMeRica," Jim said, "Our trip ThERE sTarts herE. There'S A nUmBEr of legeNdS poIntiNG The laSt loCAtIon of the black FOSsIl To this aReA. I bet tHeY're All Bull, bUT we nEed to aT least trY."

"It alSO gives us a good eXCuse to do a snow CHaSE As WEll aS a cOzy hotel for The oBLigaTory SEx SceNE," Jack AgreeD, "OK. thAT buys us a few words. It mAy Not makE much Sense, but then tHe rest of thIS BOok doesn'T makE AnY More sense."

"So you Think We should go CHeck in?" JiM askeD him.

"I've hEard worse IDEas," Jack sHruGgeD, "MoSt oF THeM from you."

Jack dROVe thE GRemlin tHroUgh the iDylLic souTh AMeRican resoRt town. NeItHeR oNe Of tHem knEW if any reSoRts LiKe tHis acTUally eXisteD, but It MaDE juSt enougH SeNSE for It To Be thEre EnOugh fOr JaCK to Park the DilapidatEd GREmliN oUtSide. TheY grabbed the luGgAge that somEhOw hAd follOWEd them alL the way from France and madE Their waY to The inSide Of the hoteL.

"LeT's see iF thEY actuaLly likE AmerIcAns HERe," Jim SAId, "i'm sIcK of getting MY SouFflé pIsSed oN."

"I thougHt we left that joke in pAriS?" Jack asked
use," Jim told him, "A red  herring t hat s imp lyal lowe d us  to spoof theD a Vi nci code a bit beforewe mo ve on t o  t he me at andp ot a t oes  o fthe  s t or y."
"Wh at stor y?" Jack w ond er ed, "I meanw estill don' t h ave a plot." 

" Shhh,"  J ims aid,"Do n't c all at t ention  to thatfa c t."

" L ike wed i dwith  'I Would Do Anyt h in g  for A Plot'?"  Jackre m in d e d h im,  "It's qui te  obvi o us that th i s thi n g is a runnin g sketch co m edy ."

"T ha t's beside  thepo i nt, " Jim conti nued , "Do you  wantt o heart his ornot?"
"N otreal l y, "Jac ks igh e d,  "B u t t ell me a ny wa y."
"Ok, " J i m sa id,  "Th e DaVinci stuff w asgarb a ge,  beca use t heyne ver h ad the  Blac kFossil at all.They  used anold  l ege nd  that had be enbro ught ba ck by C o lum bu s e ra  explorers, one th at h ad  never b een su b st an t iated. T hi ngis,t h e leg endh as  persist ed bec a us eof itssi gnific an cetocultu r es i n Sout h Americ a."
" Makes a little sense," Jackn od d e d, "Ver y l ittle, butgo a h ead. "

" S owen eed t o hea dt oS outh America," Jimsa id, "O ur tr ip there star ts here. T h e r e's a nu mber of legends pointi ng th e last loc a tion ofthe B lack Fos sil to th i s  area. I  be t t hey 're a ll  bull, but we n eedto  at lea sttry."
"It  al sogiv es  us a goo d excuse  t odo  a  sn ow ch a se as we ll  as  a  co zy ho t el for  theobli ga to r y s ex scen e ," J ackag re ed,"Ok .Thatbuys usa few w ords. Itmay notma ke  much s ense, but the nthe rest o fthi s book d oesn't m ake any more sense."

" S o you t hin k weshou ld go che ckin?" J ima sked h im.

" I'vehe ard w orsei d ea s,"  J ack shrugg e d , " Mostof  the m fromyou."

Jack drovet heGremlin throu ghthei d yl lic So u thAm e ric a n  resort town. N either one  o f  t hem knew i f  an yresorts  like t his a c tuallyexisted,but it ma de  jus t eno ugh sensefor it t o be ther e  enou g hfor J ack  to pa rk  th e dil apidat e d G remli n outs id e. The y gra bb ed the l uggage that somehow had  follo wed t hem  all theway fro m Franceandmade their  wa y t o the  in s ide o f th e  h ote l .

"L et's see if th e yact u a ll y like Amer i c a nshere, " J i m said , "I 'm sick of gettin g  my soufflé pi ssed o n." 

" I  tho ug ht we left tha t j ok e in Paris ?"  Jack asked 
use," Jim_told him,_"A red herring that_simply allowed_us_to spoof_the_Da Vinci code_a bit before_we move on to_the meat and_potatoes_of the story."

"What story?" Jack wondered, "I mean we still don't have a plot."

"Shhh,"_Jim_said, "Don't_call_attention_to that fact."

"Like we did_with 'I Would Do Anything_for A_Plot'?" Jack reminded him, "It's quite obvious that_this_thing is a_running sketch comedy."

"That's beside the point," Jim continued, "Do_you want to hear this or_not?"

"Not really," Jack_sighed,_"But_tell me anyway."

"Ok," Jim_said, "The Da Vinci stuff was_garbage, because they never had the_Black Fossil at all. They used an_old legend that had been brought_back by Columbus era explorers,_one that_had never been substantiated. Thing_is, the legend_has persisted_because of its_significance to cultures in South America."

"Makes_a little sense,"_Jack nodded, "Very little, but go_ahead."

"So_we need to_head_to_South America,"_Jim said, "Our_trip_there starts_here._There's a number of legends pointing_the_last location of the Black Fossil to_this area. I bet_they're_all bull, but we_need to at least try."

"It_also gives us a good excuse_to do_a snow_chase as well as a cozy hotel for the obligatory sex_scene," Jack agreed, "Ok. That buys_us a few words._It may_not_make much sense,_but_then the_rest of this book doesn't make any_more sense."

"So_you think we should go check_in?" Jim asked him.

"I've_heard_worse ideas," Jack shrugged, "Most of_them from you."

Jack drove the Gremlin_through the idyllic South American_resort_town._Neither one of them knew_if any resorts like this actually_existed, but it_made just enough sense for it to_be_there enough for Jack to park_the_dilapidated Gremlin outside. They grabbed the_luggage_that_somehow had followed them all_the way from France and made_their way to the inside of the hotel.

"Let's see_if they actually_like Americans here," Jim said,_"I'm_sick_of getting my soufflé pissed on."

"I thought we left that_joke in_Paris?" Jack asked