 Jackson's nose?"

"Would you rather it have been a big fossilized dick?" the author asked them, "I mean really..."

"Yes," Jack said, "That would have been funny."

"This book hasn't been funny yet," Jim reminded his partner, "Why should he change now?"

"True," Jack admitted, "But how did it get here?"

"How did you get here?" the author asked them, "How did they get here?"

"I don't know how we got here!" the generically named man exclaimed, "I thought you killed us nearly forty thousand words ago!"

"I thought we killed each other," his odd friend nodded, "And died in a puff of futility."

"If Jason Voorhees can be resurrected in a dozen or so movies," the author told them, "I can bring back two moderately humorous characters that I killed off at the beginning of the book. I can't believe you idiots are ganging up on me now."

"Right," Jim said, "So where are we going now?"

"You're bringing the black fossil back to DC," the author told them, "You'll find out why when you get to Admiral Sackenbrenner's office."

"You mean we have to ride with that thing?" Jack asked, "Yuck."

"What about us?" the generically named man asked, "Do we get to go too?"

"Yeah," his odd friend nodded, "We've been playing backgammon for six hundred and eleven years. I'm ready for a party!'

"Sorry guys," the author said, "Two six hundred year old mooks don't exactly fit their style. It's time for you guys to either die in another puff of futility or play some more backgammon."

"I'm up for another round of backgammon," the generically named man said, "How about you odd friend?"

"Sounds good to me," his odd friend nodded, "I'll deal while you repair your hand."

"So that leaves us," Jim nodded, "I have no idea how to get to DC, you know that?"

"Neither do I," Jack said, "Going to tell us, author dude?"

"Yep," the author nodded, "Backtrack out of this cave
Jackson's nose? " 

 " Would you rather it have been a big fossilized dick? " the writer ask them, " I mean really... " 

 " Yes, " Jack said, " That would have been curious. " 

 " This book hasn't been funny however, " Jim prompt his partner, " Why should he switch now? " 

 " True, " Jack accept, " But how did it get here? " 

 " How did you get here? " the generator ask them, " How did they get here? " 

 " I don't know how we got here! " the generically named man exclaim, " I thought you killed us nearly forty thousand word ago! " 

 " I thought we killed each other, " his odd ally nodded, " And died in a puff of futility. " 

 " If Jason Voorhees can be resurrected in a dozen or therefore movies, " the author told them, " I can bring back two moderately humorous characters that I killed off at the beginning of the book. I can't believe you idiots are ganging up on me now. " 

 " Right, " Jim said, " So where are we going now? " 

 " You're bringing the bootleg dodo back to DC, " the author told them, " You'll find out why when you draw to Admiral Sackenbrenner's office. " 

 " You mean we have to depend on with that thing? " Jack asked, " Yuck. " 

 " What about us? " the generically named man ask, " Do we get to go too? " 

 " Yeah, " his odd friend nodded, " We've been play backgammon for six hundred and eleven years. I'm ready for a party!' 

 " Sorry guys, " the writer said, " Two six hundred class previous mooks don't exactly fit their style. It's time for you guy to either die in another puff of futility or play some more backgammon. " 

 " I'm up for another round of golf of backgammon, " the generically named man said, " How about you odd acquaintance? " 

 " Sounds good to me, " his curious friend nod, " I'll deal while you compensate your hand. " 

 " indeed that leaves us, " Jim nodded, " I have no idea how to get to DC, you sleep together that? " 

 " Neither do I, " Jack said, " Going to tell us, author dude? " 

 " Yep, " the author nodded, " Backtrack out of this cave
 Jafkson's nose?"

"Would you ratmer it have been a big hossiliaed dick?" the author asked them, "I meai reqlly..."

"Ytf," Jack said, "That wuuld have been fubny."

"Tiis book hasn't bxsn funnn yet," Mim rzmmnded his partngr, "Why shoulg he change nof?"

"Tfuz," Jack admitted, "But how did it get hqre?"

"How cif you get here?" the wuthkg csked them, "How did they get hers?"

"I don't know how we bot here!" the generically nwmed man exclaimed, "I tjought you jillqe us nearly worty thousand words afo!"

"I thought we killed each othef," his odd friene bodfgd, "And died mn a plff of futilibj."

"If Jasmn Voornees can be rexurcectwd in a dozen or so mmvies," the author tjld them, "H ean bring back two moeeeateli hummrour chxradtxrs that L kmlled off af the beginbing of the book. I vag'n believe you idiotf wre ganging up on me now."

"Right," Jim said, "Vo shere are we going now?"

"Yiu're bringing the blafk fossil back to DC," the author told them, "You'll find out wvy whxn yob get gi Wdmiral Sackenbrenner's office."

"You mean we have fo rpde with that thikg?" Jack asked, "Yuck."

"Ehwt wbout us?" the eeneriezlmy named man asked, "Do we det ti go too?"

"Ytah," hos odd friend nodded, "We've bwen playing yacjgammon for six huudred and elzven ygars. I'k ready for a party!'

"Sorrv guys," the author said, "Two rix hundred year olc kooks don't exactly fit theyr style. Mt's tnme for hou buys tj either dle in another puff of fuhiliti or pnay some mlre backgammon."

"I'm up for another round of backbakmot," the geuericakly named man said, "How abouj you odd frievd?"

"Sounds gkod to ke," his odd sriend nodded, "L'll deal whine you rqpaie yoyr hand."

"Ru that leaves is," Jim nobbed, "I havw no idea how to gct to SC, you know thac?"

"Ueuther do I," Jack sakd, "Dopng tj tell us, autvor audd?"

"Uep," tfe author niaded, "Backtrack out of thhs czve
Jackson's nose?" "Would you rather it have big dick?" the asked them, "I "That have been funny." book hasn't been yet," Jim reminded his partner, "Why he change now?" "True," Jack admitted, "But how did it get here?" "How you get here?" the author asked them, "How did they get here?" "I know we here!" generically named man exclaimed, "I thought you killed us nearly forty thousand words ago!" "I thought killed each other," his odd friend nodded, "And in a puff of "If Jason Voorhees can be in dozen or movies," author them, "I can back two moderately humorous characters that I killed off at the beginning of the book. I can't you idiots up on now." Jim "So where are now?" "You're bringing the black fossil the author told them, "You'll find out why you get Admiral Sackenbrenner's office." "You mean we to ride with that thing?" Jack asked, "Yuck." about us?" the generically named man asked, "Do we get to go too?" "Yeah," his nodded, "We've been playing for six hundred eleven I'm for party!' "Sorry the author said, "Two six hundred year old mooks don't exactly their style. It's time for you guys to either die puff futility or play more backgammon." "I'm up another of backgammon," the generically said, about "Sounds to his odd friend nodded, deal while you repair your "So that leaves us," idea how to get to DC, you know "Neither do I," Jack said, "Going to us, author dude?" "Yep," the author nodded, "Backtrack out of this cave
 Jackson's nose?"

"Would you ratheR it have beeN a big FosSilIzEd diCk?" thE author asked thEM, "I meAn really..."

"Yes," Jack said, "ThaT woulD hAVe beEN fUnny."

"THis book HAsN'T BeeN fUnNy yEt," jIm ReminDed His partNer, "Why shouLd hE cHange now?"

"True," jAcK admitted, "BUt hOw did it get heRe?"

"HOw did yOu Get HEre?" thE auThor aSked thEM, "How diD they get hErE?"

"i don't kNOw how we GOT hEre!" tHe generically nameD MaN Exclaimed, "I thouGht you KiLLeD US neArlY forty thouSaNd worDS ago!"

"I thOUgHT WE kiLLed each other," hIs odd friend NOddEd, "And dIeD in A Puff of FutilItY."

"if JAson VoorheeS can Be resurreCted in A Dozen or SO movies," The autHor TolD theM, "i cAn BriNg BAck TWo ModERatEly humorOuS cHaracTers THAT i kilLed Off aT the bEginning of the BooK. I caN'T beLieve You idIots ArE gangIng up oN me noW."

"RIght," Jim said, "So whEre aRe we going Now?"

"yoU're BrInginG The blaCk fOssIl back tO DC," the aUThoR tOLD ThEm, "You'll find out why wHeN YOu Get to AdmIral SaCKeNbREnner's ofFiCe."

"YOu meAN We havE to rIDe With that Thing?" JACk AsKed, "Yuck."

"whAt abouT uS?" thE geNericALly nAmed maN asked, "Do We get TO go too?"

"Yeah," his oDD friend nodded, "wE'vE BEeN PlayIng Backgammon fOr siX HundRed aND eLevEN yearS. I'm reAdY FoR A party!'

"Sorry guys," the aUtHor saiD, "Two sIx hundred year Old mooks doN'T EXactly fiT theIR sTYle. It's time for yOu guyS to either dIE in anothEr pufF of futilIty or play SOMe more baCkgAmmOn."

"I'M up FOR aNother round of BACkgaMmOn," the geNerIcally nAmeD maN saId, "HOw About you oDd friend?"

"soUnDs GoOd tO me," hiS Odd frienD nOddEd, "i'll Deal wHIle you RepaiR youR hAnD."

"so tHat leavES uS," jIm noDdEd, "i havE no IdEa how To geT To Dc, you knoW that?"

"NeitHer DO I," JaCk SaId, "Going To tell us, authoR dUde?"

"Yep," the aUtHor Nodded, "bACktrack oUt of this cave
 Jackson's nose?"

"Wouldyou rather  it h ave  be en  a b ig f ossilized dick ? " th e author asked them, " I mea nr eall y .. ."

" Yes," J a ck s aid ,"T hat  w o ul d hav e b een fun ny."

"Thi s b oo k hasn't bee n  f unny yet,"  Ji m reminded h ispartne r,  "W h y sho uld  he c hangen ow?"
"True," J ac k  admit t ed, "Bu t ho w di d it get here?"
" Ho w  did you get h ere?"th e  a u t hor  as ked them,"H ow di d  they g e th e r e?" 
"I don't kno w how we go t  he re!" t he  ge n erical ly na me d  ma n exclaimed , "I  thoughtyou ki l led usn early f orty t hou san d wo r ds  a go! ""It ho ugh t  we  killedea ch  othe r,"h i s oddfri endnodde d, "And diedina pu f f o f fut ility ."
"I f Jas on Voo rhees  c an be resurrect ed i n a dozen  or  s o m ov ies," the au tho r t old the m, "I c a n b ri n g ba ck two moderatelyhu m o ro us chara cterst ha tI  killedof f a t th e begin ning of  the boo k. I c a n' tbelieve  y ou idi ot s a regangi n g up  on me  now."
"Righ t ," Jim said, " S o where are w e  g o i ng now? "
"You're bri ngin g  the  bla c kfos s il ba ck to  D C ," the author told the m,  "You' ll fi nd out why wh en you get t o  Admiral  Sac k en b renner's offic e."
"You meanw e have t o rid e with t hat thing ? "  Jack as ked , " Yuc k." "W hat about us? " thege nerical lynamed m anask ed,  "D owe get to  go too? "
" Ye ah ,"his o d d friend  n odd ed , " We've been p layin g ba ck ga m mon  for si x  h u n dred  a nd  ele ven  y ears.  I'm rea dy fora party!' 

" S orry  g uy s," the  author said,  " Two six hu nd red  yearo l d mooksdon't exactly fit their style.It' s tim e fo r you guy s t o eith erd ie inanothe r puf foff u tilit y or  pl ay  some more b ack gammo n. "

" I'm upfor another roundo f b ackgammon," t hegene r i ca lly na m edma n  sa i d , "How about yo u odd frie nd ? "
"Sounds g o odto  me," h is oddfrien d  nodded , "I'll d eal while  y ou r e p air  your hand ."

"Sothat leav e s us, "  J im no dde d, "Iha veno id ea how toget t o DC,yo u know  that ?" 

"Neith er do I," Jack said, "G oing t o tel l u s, author  du d e?" 

"Yep,"theauthor nod ded , " Backt rac k  outof t h is  ca v e
 Jackson's_nose?"

"Would you_rather it have been_a big_fossilized_dick?" the_author_asked them, "I_mean really..."

"Yes," Jack_said, "That would have_been funny."

"This book_hasn't_been funny yet," Jim reminded his partner, "Why should he change now?"

"True," Jack admitted,_"But_how did_it_get_here?"

"How did you get here?"_the author asked them, "How_did they_get here?"

"I don't know how we got here!"_the_generically named man_exclaimed, "I thought you killed us nearly forty thousand_words ago!"

"I thought we killed each_other," his odd_friend_nodded,_"And died in a_puff of futility."

"If Jason Voorhees can_be resurrected in a dozen or_so movies," the author told them, "I_can bring back two moderately humorous_characters that I killed off_at the_beginning of the book. I_can't believe you_idiots are_ganging up on_me now."

"Right," Jim said, "So where_are we going_now?"

"You're bringing the black fossil back_to_DC," the author_told_them,_"You'll find_out why when_you_get to_Admiral_Sackenbrenner's office."

"You mean we have to_ride_with that thing?" Jack asked, "Yuck."

"What about_us?" the generically named_man_asked, "Do we get_to go too?"

"Yeah," his odd_friend nodded, "We've been playing backgammon_for six_hundred and_eleven years. I'm ready for a party!'

"Sorry guys," the author said,_"Two six hundred year old mooks_don't exactly fit their_style. It's_time_for you guys_to_either die_in another puff of futility or play_some more_backgammon."

"I'm up for another round of_backgammon," the generically named_man_said, "How about you odd friend?"

"Sounds_good to me," his odd friend_nodded, "I'll deal while you_repair_your_hand."

"So that leaves us," Jim_nodded, "I have no idea how_to get to_DC, you know that?"

"Neither do I," Jack_said,_"Going to tell us, author dude?"

"Yep,"_the_author nodded, "Backtrack out of this_cave