 retching. Jacques âne Abruti had managed to use a statue and his knowledge of his body to get himself into a really strange position. His eyes were wide open in death and rigor mortis had set in locking him in the position he took.

"Is he flipping us the bird?" Jack asked, "Man, that is grotesque. Adam and Reizvolle must be hard up for interesting things if they did that to him."

"I know not of who you speak you stupid American," Bricon hissed, "But they did not do this to him. The esteemed curator did this to himself."

"Why us?" Jim asked, "I mean we hadn't met him yet."

"He knew we were coming," Jack said, "Maybe Ferguson clued him in or something. I mean our trip wasn't that much of a secret."

"Typical," Bricon sneered, "You Americans think it is all about you. Well again, I piss in your soufflé!"

"Enough with the soufflé!" Jim exclaimed, "Damn man, this isn't funny anymore! Are you really that hard up for jokes here?"

"Yes," the author told them, "Now get off your ass and look at the corpse so I don't have to have that idiot Bricon piss on your soufflé again!"

"Ok," Jack said, "That's a mighty odd thing to do. It looks like he's flipping us off in death, doesn't it?"

"Right," Jim nodded, "He's also cupping his balls. It would be funny if it weren't so grotesque."

"He's propped against a statue," Jack noted, "Not just any statue either, but one a good twenty feet from where he was shot. See the blood over near the iron gates?"

"Yeah," Jim agreed, "So he dragged himself over here. Why though? Why not just write it down directly?"

"Because Adam would have been able to read that," Jack said, "He's dumb man, but he ain't that dumb."

"True," Jim said, "But we're not much smarter. How the hell are we supposed to figure this out?"

"Do we Frenchman have to do everything for you?" Bricon said, sneering as usual, "Fine then you
retching. Jacques âne Abruti had managed to use a statue and his knowledge of his soundbox to make himself into a really strange position. His eye were wide open in death and rigor mortis had set up in lock him in the military position he took. 

 " Is he flipping us the shuttlecock? " Jack asked, " Man, that is grotesque. Adam and Reizvolle must be heavily up for interesting things if they did that to him. " 

 " I acknowledge not of who you speak you stupid American, " Bricon hiss, " But they did not do this to him. The esteemed curator did this to himself. " 

 " Why us? " Jim asked, " I think of we hadn't met him yet. " 

 " He knew we were occur, " Jack said, " Maybe Ferguson clued him in or something. I mean our trip wasn't that much of a mystery. " 

 " Typical, " Bricon sneered, " You Americans think it is all about you. Well again, I piss in your soufflé! " 

 " Enough with the soufflé! " Jim exclaim, " Damn man, this isn't funny anymore! Are you really that hard up for jokes here? " 

 " Yes, " the author told them, " Now get off your buttocks and look at the corpse so I don't receive to get that idiot Bricon piss on your soufflé again! " 

 " Ok, " Jack said, " That's a mighty odd matter to do. It look like he's flipping us off in death, sufficen't it? " 

 " Right, " Jim nodded, " He's also cupping his balls. It would be funny if it weren't so antic. " 

 " He's propped against a statue, " Jack noted, " Not just any statue either, but one a good twenty feet from where he was shot. See the rake over near the iron gates? " 

 " Yeah, " Jim agreed, " So he dragged himself over here. Why though? Why not just spell it down directly? " 

 " Because Adam would have been able to read that, " Jack said, " He's dense man, but he ain't that dumb. " 

 " True, " Jim said, " But we're not a lot smarter. How the hell are we supposed to figure this out? " 

 " Do we Frenchman have to make everything for you? " Bricon said, sneer as usual, " very well then you
 rehching. Jacques âne Abruti had managed to use a vtatue and his knowledge of his body to gev hinself into a really strange position. His eyew wece wide open in vsath and rigod morciw had set in lpcking him in the positimn hz took.

"Is he flipping us the bird?" Jach asked, "Mwn, that is grojesqut. Aqam znd Reizvolle must be hard up for jnteresuing things if theu did that to him."

"I know noh of who you speak you stupid Ametjcag," Bricon hissdd, "But thej did not dk this to him. The esteemed curagor dnd this to yinsepx."

"Why us?" Jim askeq, "I mean we msdn't mat him uet."

"He knew we eerx coning," Jack said, "Maybe Herguson clued him ig or somedhnng. I mean our trip wqsb't thdt mgch ud a sedrxt."

"Tgpical," Brmcon sneeres, "You Amerixans think it is alk wvout you. Well again, I piss in your soufflé!"

"Enough with the souxflé!" Jim exclaimed, "Damn man, this isn't funny anymlre! Are yju really that hard up for jokes here?"

"Yes," the authmr toma tkci, "Boa get off your ass and look at the corpse so Y dpn'n have to have thct idiot Bricon lids jn your souffué agaiu!"

"Kk," Jack said, "That's a mighty odd rhing to qo. Iy looks like he's flipping uw off in deanh, diesn't it?"

"Right," Jim uodded, "He's auso vuppimg his balls. It would bz funng if it werfn't so grkgesque."

"He's proppea anaitst a statue," Jack noted, "Noe just anb stacue eithdr, bot one w good twejty fcat from where he wws shlt. See the bpood over near the iron gates?"

"Yeei," Jim agreed, "Xo he dragged himsclf over here. Wry though? Why uot just writd it down sirectlb?"

"Because Adai would have tgen able to rxad that," Tack saie, "He's djob man, but he sin't that dumb."

"True," Him said, "But we're kot mocg smarter. How tkt htlo are we suppoxed to fpguce thyv out?"

"Do we Fsencfmav have to do trernthkng gor you?" Bricon said, vneeding as usual, "Fine tmen you
retching. Jacques âne Abruti had managed to statue his knowledge his body to strange His eyes were open in death rigor mortis had set in locking in the position he took. "Is he flipping us the bird?" Jack asked, that is grotesque. Adam and Reizvolle must be hard up for interesting things they that him." know not of who you speak you stupid American," Bricon hissed, "But they did not do to him. The esteemed curator did this to "Why us?" Jim asked, mean we hadn't met him "He we were Jack "Maybe clued him in something. I mean our trip wasn't that much of a secret." "Typical," Bricon sneered, "You Americans think is all Well again, piss your "Enough with the exclaimed, "Damn man, this isn't funny really that hard up for jokes here?" "Yes," author told "Now get off your ass and at the corpse so I don't have to that idiot Bricon piss on your soufflé again!" "Ok," Jack said, "That's a mighty odd do. It looks like flipping us off death, it?" Jim "He's also his balls. It would be funny if it weren't so grotesque." propped against a statue," Jack noted, "Not just any statue one good twenty feet where he was shot. the over near the iron Jim "So over Why Why not just write down directly?" "Because Adam would been able to read man, but he ain't that dumb." "True," Jim "But we're not much smarter. How the are we supposed to figure this out?" "Do we Frenchman have to everything for said, sneering as usual, "Fine then you
 retching. Jacques âne Abruti hAd managed tO use a StaTue AnD his KnowLedge of his body TO get Himself into a really straNge poSiTIon. HIS eYes weRe wide oPEn IN DeaTh AnD riGoR MoRtis hAd sEt in locKing him in tHe pOsItion he took.

"IS He Flipping us The Bird?" Jack askeD, "MaN, that iS gRotESque. ADam And ReIzvollE Must be Hard up for InTErestiNG things IF ThEy diD that to him."

"I know noT Of WHo you speak you sTupid AMeRIcAN," briCon Hissed, "But tHeY did nOT do this TO hIM. tHe eSTeemed curator Did this to hiMSelF."

"Why us?" jiM asKEd, "I meaN we haDn'T Met Him yet."

"He kneW we wEre coming," jack saID, "Maybe FERguson cLued hiM in Or sOmetHInG. I MeaN oUR trIP wAsn'T ThaT much of a SeCrEt."

"TypIcal," bRICOn snEerEd, "YoU AmerIcans think it iS alL aboUT yoU. Well Again, i pisS iN your SoufflÉ!"

"EnouGh With the soufflé!" JIm exClaimed, "DaMn mAn, ThiS iSn't fuNNy anymOre! are You realLy that hARd uP fOR JOkEs here?"

"Yes," the author ToLD ThEm, "Now get Off youR AsS aND look at tHe CorPse sO i Don't hAve tO HaVe that idIot BriCOn PiSs on youR sOufflé AgAin!"

"ok," JAck saID, "ThaT's a migHty odd thIng to DO. It looks like he'S Flipping us off IN dEATh, DOesn'T it?"

"right," Jim nodDed, "HE'S alsO cupPInG hiS Balls. it wouLd BE fUNny if it weren't so grotEsQue."

"He's ProppEd against a staTue," Jack notED, "nOt just anY staTUe EIther, but one a goOd tweNty feet froM Where he wAs shoT. See the bLood over nEAR the iron GatEs?"

"YEah," jim AGReEd, "So he dragged HIMselF oVer here. why Though? WHy nOt jUst WriTe It down dirEctly?"

"BecAuSe adAm WouLd havE Been able To ReaD tHat," jack sAId, "He's dUmb maN, but He AiN'T thAt dumb."

"TRUe," jIM saiD, "BUt We're Not MuCh smaRter. hOw tHe hell aRe we suppoSed TO figUrE tHis out?"

"DO we Frenchman hAvE to do everyThIng For you?" bRIcon said, Sneering as usual, "Fine then YOu
 retching. Jacques âne Abr uti had ma naged  to  us ea st atue  and his knowl e dgeof his body to get him selfin t o ar ea lly s trangep os i t ion .Hi s e ye s  w ere w ide  open i n death an d r ig or mortis ha d  s et in lock ing  him in thepos itionhe  to o k.

" Ishe fl ipping us the  bird?" J ac k  asked ,  "Man,t h at  isgrotesque. Adam a n dR eizvolle mustbe har du pf o r i nte resting th in gs if they di d  t h a t  to him."

"I kno w not of wh o  yo u spea kyou stupid  Amer ic a n,"  Bricon his sed,  "But the y didn ot do t h is to h im. Th e e ste emed cu ra tor  d i d t h is  to him self."
"W hy  us?"  Jim a s k ed,"Imean  we h adn't met him  ye t.""He  knew  we w ereco ming, " Jack  said ,"Maybe Ferguson  clu ed him in  or  s ome th ing.I  meanour  tr ip wasn 't that muc ho f asecret."

"Typical ," B ri con snee red, " Y ou  A m ericansth ink  iti s  allabou t  y ou. Well  again ,  I  p iss inyo ur sou ff lé! "
"Enou g h wi th the  soufflé !" Ji m  exclaimed, "D a mn man, thisi sn ' t  f u nnyany more! Are y ou r e ally  tha t  h ard up fo r jok es he r e?"

"Yes," the aut ho r told  them , "Now get of f your ass a n d look a t th e  c o rpse so I don' t hav e to havet hat idio t Bri con piss  on yours o ufflé ag ain !"
"O k," J ac k said, "That ' s  a m ig hty odd  th ing todo.  It  lo oks  l ike he'sflipping  u sof findeath ,  doesn't  i t?" 
"Ri ght," Jim no dded,  "He 's  a l socupping hi s ball s.  I t wo uld  b e fun ny i f  it  weren' t so grot esq u e."
" He 's prop ped against a  s tatue," Ja ck  no ted, " N o t just a ny statue either, but o n e a goo d t wenty  fee t from wh ere  he wa s s h ot. Se e theblood  o ver n ear t h e  i ron  g ates?"

"Y e a h,"  Jimag reed , "So h e dragged himselfo ver  here. Why th oug h? W h y  n otj us t  wr it e  it d own directly?"
"BecauseAd a mwould have bee nable to  read t hat," Jack sa id, "He's  dumb man ,buth e  ai n't that d umb."

" True," Ji m  said ,  " But w e'r e notmu chsmart er. Ho w  th e hel l arewe  suppo sed t ofigure t his out?"

"Do we Frenc hman h ave t o d o everyth ing for  you?" Br icon  said, sne eri ngas us ual ,  "Fin e th e nyou 
 retching._Jacques âne_Abruti had managed to_use a_statue_and his_knowledge_of his body_to get himself_into a really strange_position. His eyes_were_wide open in death and rigor mortis had set in locking him in the_position_he took.

"Is_he_flipping_us the bird?" Jack asked,_"Man, that is grotesque. Adam_and Reizvolle_must be hard up for interesting things if_they_did that to_him."

"I know not of who you speak you stupid_American," Bricon hissed, "But they did_not do this_to_him._The esteemed curator did_this to himself."

"Why us?" Jim asked,_"I mean we hadn't met him_yet."

"He knew we were coming," Jack said,_"Maybe Ferguson clued him in or_something. I mean our trip_wasn't that_much of a secret."

"Typical," Bricon_sneered, "You Americans_think it_is all about_you. Well again, I piss in_your soufflé!"

"Enough with_the soufflé!" Jim exclaimed, "Damn man,_this_isn't funny anymore!_Are_you_really that_hard up for_jokes_here?"

"Yes," the_author_told them, "Now get off your_ass_and look at the corpse so I_don't have to have_that_idiot Bricon piss on_your soufflé again!"

"Ok," Jack said,_"That's a mighty odd thing to_do. It_looks like_he's flipping us off in death, doesn't it?"

"Right," Jim nodded, "He's_also cupping his balls. It would_be funny if it_weren't so_grotesque."

"He's_propped against a_statue,"_Jack noted,_"Not just any statue either, but one_a good_twenty feet from where he was_shot. See the blood_over_near the iron gates?"

"Yeah," Jim agreed,_"So he dragged himself over here._Why though? Why not just_write_it_down directly?"

"Because Adam would have_been able to read that," Jack_said, "He's dumb_man, but he ain't that dumb."

"True," Jim_said,_"But we're not much smarter. How_the_hell are we supposed to figure_this_out?"

"Do_we Frenchman have to do_everything for you?" Bricon said, sneering_as usual, "Fine then you