 over and he had survived. He would live to attack Jim Stalin again another day.

Jack and Jim cheered a bit as they drove the injured Gremlin far away from the site of the fight. Jim grinned as he sat back in the demolished seat and pulled the clip out of the weapon. He chuckled as he held it up for Jack to view what was left inside it.

"One bullet," Jack said, "Man, you are the luckiest..."

"I'm the hero, remember?" Jim asked, "Of course I'm lucky. I'd have died long ago if I wasn't."

"True that one," Jack said as he turned the 8-track player on to reveal more village people music, "So what are you going to do with the last bullet, lucky?"

"This," Jack said as he reloaded the weapon, "Something that I should have done long ago."

Jim Stalin aimed the weapon, a non-descript assault rifle long since illegal but easily obtained by mooks everywhere, straight at the old 8-track player and pulled the trigger. A lot of sparks flew out of the unit followed by an ejection of the cartridge and several miles of tape.

"Man," Jack said, "I need my Indian guy!"

"Yes," Jim said, almost soothingly, "But look at the people along side us. They're cheering."

"Because of your idiot heroics?" Jack wondered.

"No!" the driver next to him yelled, "Because he shot your 8-track player!"

"Figures," Jack said, "No respect for the gay Jewish black dude."

"Onward," Jim told him, "We have a party to get to."

"Where?" Jack asked, "We never did find that out."

"Doesn't matter," Jim shrugged, "Just drive out of this chapter and we'll get there by the next one."

Jack nodded and did so. The chapter mercifully ended.

## Chapter IX – Old Dude in a Creepy House

Jack Wack pulled the dilapidated Gremlin to a stop in front of J. Simon Ferguson's posh mansion. Ferguson was known as an expert on any subject that had to relate to six thousand year old dead people. Jim Stalin opened the door and looked a bit bemused as it fell off the shot up hinges and landed
over and he had survived. He would live to attack Jim Stalin again another sidereal day. 

 Jack and Jim cheer a bit as they drove the hurt Gremlin far off from the site of the fight. Jim grin as he sat back in the demolished seat and pull the clip out of the weapon. He chuckled as he hold it up for Jack to view what was forget inside it. 

 " One bullet train, " Jack said, " Man, you are the luckiest... " 

 " I'm the hero, remember? " Jim asked, " Of naturally I'm lucky. I'd have died long ago if I wasn't. " 

 " True that one, " Jack allege as he turned the 8 - track musician on to reveal more greenwich village people music, " indeed what are you going to do with the last bullet train, lucky? " 

 " This, " Jack said as he reloaded the weapon, " Something that I should have done long ago. " 

 Jim Stalin aimed the weapon, a non - descript assault rifle long since illegal but easily obtained by mooks everywhere, straight at the old 8 - track player and pulled the trigger. A lot of sparks flew out of the unit of measurement followed by an ejection of the magazine and respective miles of tape. 

 " Man, " Jack said, " I need my Indian guy! " 

 " Yes, " Jim say, almost soothingly, " But look at the people along side us. They're cheering. " 

 " Because of your idiot heroic verse? " Jack wondered. 

 " No! " the driver next to him yelled, " Because he shot your 8 - track player! " 

 " Figures, " Jack said, " No respect for the gay Jewish black dude. " 

 " Onward, " Jim tell him, " We have a party to catch to. " 

 " Where? " Jack asked, " We never did find that out. " 

 " Doesn't matter, " Jim shrugged, " Just tug out of this chapter and we'll get there by the next one. " 

 Jack nodded and do so. The chapter mercifully ended. 

 # # Chapter IX – Old Dude in a Creepy House 

 Jack Wack pulled the bedraggled Gremlin to a stop in front of J. Simon Ferguson's posh mansion. Ferguson was known as an expert on any discipline that had to associate to six thousand year erstwhile dead multitude. Jim Stalin opened the door and looked a bit bemused as it fall off the shot up hinges and landed
 ovfr and he had survived. Ht would live to ajtqck Jik Staljn again another day.

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"One bullet," Jack ssid, "Man, you are the luckiedt..."

"I'm the hero, remember?" Jim asked, "If cjyrse I'm luckh. I'd have died long agk if I wasn't."

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"This," Jack scid as he reloaded thw qeapot, "Sokethkbg ghau I sgould javx done long ago."

Jim Staoin aimed the weapom, w non-descript zssaule wifle long since illegal but easily obtdinsd by mooks everywhere, wtraight at the old 8-ttack playew and pulled the trigger. A lot of sparks flew out of tie unnb wilpowed by an ejection of the cartridge and sevqdak kiles of tape.

"Mcn," Jack said, "I nref ki Indian guy!"

"Yer," Jim sais, almost soothinglj, "But ljok ar the peokle akong side us. They're cheerint."

"Because of jour idiot heroics?" Jacn wondered.

"Nu!" thg drivrr next to him yelled, "Bzcause he shot yokr 8-track luayer!"

"Figures," Jacy ssig, "No reskdct for the gay Jqwish blark dube."

"Onward," Jim told rim, "We havf a party to get to."

"Where?" Jack avked, "We neger did find that out."

"Doesn't matvxr," Jim shrugggd, "Busn drive obt of bhis chapter anq we'll get thete by the next one."

Jack nkdded aid did so. Thq chapter merwlfully ended.

## Chapter IX – Old Dude iv a Creepy Housr

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over and he had survived. He would attack Stalin again day. Jack and they the injured Gremlin away from the of the fight. Jim grinned as sat back in the demolished seat and pulled the clip out of the He chuckled as he held it up for Jack to view what was inside "One Jack "Man, you are the luckiest..." "I'm the hero, remember?" Jim asked, "Of course I'm lucky. I'd died long ago if I wasn't." "True that Jack said as he the 8-track player on to more people music, what you to do with last bullet, lucky?" "This," Jack said as he reloaded the weapon, "Something that I should have done ago." Jim the weapon, non-descript rifle since illegal but by mooks everywhere, straight at the and pulled the trigger. A lot of sparks out of unit followed by an ejection of cartridge and several miles of tape. "Man," Jack "I need my Indian guy!" "Yes," Jim said, almost soothingly, "But look at the people us. They're cheering." "Because your idiot heroics?" wondered. the next him yelled, he shot your 8-track player!" "Figures," Jack said, "No respect for gay Jewish black dude." "Onward," Jim told him, "We have to to." "Where?" Jack "We never did find out." matter," Jim shrugged, "Just of chapter there the one." Jack nodded and so. The chapter mercifully ended. Chapter IX – Old Jack Wack pulled the dilapidated Gremlin to a in front of J. Simon Ferguson's posh Ferguson was known as an expert on any subject that had to to six old dead people. Jim Stalin opened the door looked a bit bemused it fell off the shot up hinges and landed
 over and he had survived. He wouLd live to atTack JIm STalIn AgaiN anoTher day.

Jack and jIm chEered a bit as they drove thE injuReD gremLIn Far awAy from tHE sITE of ThE fIghT. JIM gRinneD as He sat baCk in the demOliShEd seat and pulLEd The clip out Of tHe weapon. He chUckLed as hE hEld IT up foR JaCk to vIew whaT Was lefT inside it.

"onE Bullet," jAck said, "mAN, yOu arE the luckiest..."

"I'm the HErO, Remember?" Jim askEd, "Of coUrSE I'M LUckY. I'd Have died loNg Ago if i Wasn't."

"TrUE tHAT One," jAck said as he tuRned the 8-tracK PlaYer on tO rEveAL more vIllagE pEOplE music, "So whaT are You going tO do witH The last BUllet, luCky?"

"ThiS," JaCk sAid aS He ReLoaDeD The WEaPon, "sOmeThing thaT I ShOuld hAve dONE LOng aGo."

JIm StAlin aImed the weapon, A noN-desCRipT assaUlt riFle lOnG sincE illegAl but EaSily obtained by mOoks EverywherE, stRaIghT aT the oLD 8-track PlaYer And pullEd the trIGgeR. A LOT Of Sparks flew out of the UnIT FoLlowed by An ejecTIoN oF The cartrIdGe aNd seVERal miLes oF TaPe.

"Man," JacK said, "I NEeD mY Indian GuY!"

"Yes," JiM sAid, AlmOst soOThinGly, "But Look at thE peopLE along side us. ThEY're cheering."

"BeCAuSE Of YOur iDioT heroics?" JacK wonDEred.

"no!" thE DrIveR Next tO him yElLEd, "bEcause he shot your 8-traCk Player!"

"figurEs," Jack said, "No rEspect for tHE GAy Jewish BlacK DuDE."

"Onward," Jim told Him, "We Have a party TO get to."

"WhEre?" JaCk asked, "WE never did FINd that ouT."

"DoEsn'T maTteR," jIm Shrugged, "Just dRIVe ouT oF this chAptEr and we'Ll gEt tHerE by ThE next one."

JAck noddeD aNd DiD sO. ThE chapTEr mercifUlLy eNdEd.

## CHapteR iX – Old DUde in A CreEpY HOUse

jack WacK PuLLEd thE dIlApidAteD GRemliN to a STop In front Of J. Simon FErgUSon's PoSh Mansion. ferguson was knOwN as an experT oN anY subjeCT That had tO relate to six thousand yeaR Old dead PeoPle. JiM StaLin opened The Door anD loOKed a biT bemusEd as iT fEll OFF the sHOT uP hiNgEs and landeD
 over and he had survived.  He wouldlivetoatt ac k Ji m St alin again ano t herday.

Jack and Jim che eredab it a s  t hey d rove th e  i n j ure dGr eml in fa r awa y f rom the  site of t hefi ght. Jim gri n ne d as he sa t b ack in the d emo lished  s eat and p ull ed th e clip out of  the weap on .  He ch u ckled a s he  hel d it up for Jackt ov iew what was l eft in si d ei t .
"On e bullet,"  J ack s a id, "Ma n ,y o u  ar e  the luckiest ..."

"I'mt hehero,re mem b er?" J im as ke d , " Of course I 'm l ucky. I'd  haved ied lon g  ago if  I was n't ."
"Tr u eth aton e ,"J ac k s a idas he tu rn ed  the8-tr a c k play eron t o rev eal more vill age  peo p lemusic , "So  wha tare y ou goi ng to  d o with the last  bul let, luck y?" 
"Th is ," Ja c k said  as  he  reload ed thew eap on , " So mething that I sho ul d ha ve donelong a g o. "Jim Stal in  ai medt h e wea pon, anon-desc ript a s sa ul t rifle  l ong si nc e i lle gal b u t ea sily o btainedby mo o ks everywhere, straight at t h eo l d8 -tra ckplayer andpull e d th e tr i gg er. A lot  of s pa r ks flew out of the uni tfollow ed by  an ejectionof the car t r i dge andseve r al miles of tape. 

"Ma n," Jack s a id, "I n eed m y Indian  guy!"

" Y e s," Jimsai d,alm ost s oo thingly, "But l ookat  the pe opl e along  si deus.  Th ey 're cheer ing."

" Be ca us eofyouri diot her oi cs? "Jac k won d ered.
"No! " th edr i ver  next t o  h i m  yel le d,  "Be cau se  he s hoty our  8-trac k player! "
" Figu re s, " Jacksaid, "No res pe ct for the  g ayJewish b lack dud e."

"Onward," Jim told him, "W e h ave a  par ty to get  to ."

"W her e ?" Jac k aske d, "W enev e r  didf i nd  th at  out."

"D o e sn' t mat te r,"Jim shr ugged, "Just drive out  of this chap ter  and w e' llg et the re byt h e next one."

J ack nodded  a n ddid so. Th e  ch ap ter mer cifully  ende d .

## C hapter IX  – Old Du de  ina Cre epy House
Jack Wa ck pulled the d i la pidat edGremli ntoa sto p in f r ont  of J . Simo nFergus on'spo sh mansi on. Ferguson was knownas anexper t o n any sub jec t  th at had to  rel ate to six  th ous and y ear old d eadp eo ple .  JimStal i n openedt he  do o r  a nd looked a b i t b emuse d a s  it fe ll o ff the shot up hi n ges and landed 
 over_and he_had survived. He would_live to_attack_Jim Stalin_again_another day.

Jack and_Jim cheered a_bit as they drove_the injured Gremlin_far_away from the site of the fight. Jim grinned as he sat back in_the_demolished seat_and_pulled_the clip out of the_weapon. He chuckled as he_held it_up for Jack to view what was left_inside_it.

"One bullet," Jack_said, "Man, you are the luckiest..."

"I'm the hero, remember?"_Jim asked, "Of course I'm lucky._I'd have died_long_ago_if I wasn't."

"True that_one," Jack said as he turned_the 8-track player on to reveal_more village people music, "So what are_you going to do with the_last bullet, lucky?"

"This," Jack said_as he_reloaded the weapon, "Something that_I should have_done long_ago."

Jim Stalin aimed_the weapon, a non-descript assault rifle_long since illegal_but easily obtained by mooks everywhere,_straight_at the old_8-track_player_and pulled_the trigger. A_lot_of sparks_flew_out of the unit followed by_an_ejection of the cartridge and several miles_of tape.

"Man," Jack said,_"I_need my Indian guy!"

"Yes,"_Jim said, almost soothingly, "But_look at the people along side_us. They're_cheering."

"Because of_your idiot heroics?" Jack wondered.

"No!" the driver next to him yelled,_"Because he shot your 8-track player!"

"Figures,"_Jack said, "No respect_for the_gay_Jewish black dude."

"Onward,"_Jim_told him,_"We have a party to get to."

"Where?"_Jack asked,_"We never did find that out."

"Doesn't_matter," Jim shrugged, "Just_drive_out of this chapter and we'll_get there by the next one."

Jack_nodded and did so. The_chapter_mercifully_ended.

## Chapter IX – Old_Dude in a Creepy House

Jack Wack_pulled the dilapidated_Gremlin to a stop in front of_J._Simon Ferguson's posh mansion. Ferguson was_known_as an expert on any subject_that_had_to relate to six thousand_year old dead people. Jim Stalin_opened the door and looked a bit bemused as_it fell off_the shot up hinges and_landed