 now."

"If we must," Jack agreed, "Feel free, hero man."

Jim Stalin knocked on the door and waited for some sort of answer. He really was not expecting to get the answer that he actually got. Instead of someone actually walking to the door it creaked open all by itself, revealing a really creepy looking place inside. There was noise coming in, but it was far enough off that it was difficult to pinpoint.

"Damn," Jack said, "This place is wack!"

"Just like you," Jim said, looking inside, "I guess we'd best go inside."

They walked into the doorway and looked around. Ferguson was definitely rich. His taste in expensive and gaudy Neolithic art proved that. Although among the pieces were seemingly incongruous pieces of memorabilia from 20th century comedians and bad television shows. The whole place was designed simply to exhibit all of this garbage that was brought in from all corners of the globe and Hollywood.

"Welcome," a tall man wearing makeup to make him look like Lurch from the Addams family said, "I take it you are the men that Admiral Sackenbrenner informed us would be coming."

"Are you J. Simon Ferguson?" Jim asked, looking around, "And what is up with this place?"

"I am the butler," Lurch said, "My given name is Ezekiel but everyone calls me Lurch."

"I wonder why, brother," Jack said, "So where is this Ferguson dude?"

"He is in with the rest of the party," Lurch told them, "We have been expecting you. Walk this way."

Lurch dragged himself into the room. Jim and Jack, being the smartasses they are, dragged themselves in aping the movements of the large butler. Lurch ignored them, as he knew how unintelligent they were. The guests of the party were spread around the room looking at the various pieces of Neolithic art and making way for Jim and Jack to go straight to the short old man who invariably had to be J. Simon Ferguson.

"So you're Sackenbrenner's man," Ferguson said, "You are taking that hero role from the other prick then?"

"Yeah," Jim said, referring to the previous hero whose name was not important to this book, "I'm the guy. Cool name
now. " 

 " If we must, " Jack agreed, " Feel free, champion valet. " 

 Jim Stalin knocked on the door and waited for some kind of answer. He really was not expecting to get down the answer that he actually got. alternatively of someone actually walking to the door it whine open all by itself, revealing a really creepy looking plaza inside. There was noise coming in, but it was far enough off that it was difficult to pinpoint. 

 " Damn, " Jack say, " This place is wack! " 

 " Just like you, " Jim said, search inside, " I guess we'd best go inwardly. " 

 They walked into the doorway and looked around. Ferguson was definitely rich. His preference in expensive and gaudy Neolithic art proved that. Although among the pieces were seemingly incongruous pieces of memorabilia from twentieth hundred comedian and bad television shows. The whole place was designed simply to exhibit all of this drivel that was fetch in from all corners of the ball and Hollywood. 

 " Welcome, " a grandiloquent man wearing makeup to do him look like Lurch from the Addams family said, " I take it you are the man that Admiral Sackenbrenner informed us would be coming. " 

 " Are you J. Simon Ferguson? " Jim asked, looking around, " And what is up with this place? " 

 " I am the butler, " Lurch suppose, " My given name is Ezekiel but everyone calls me Lurch. " 

 " I wonder why, brother, " Jack said, " So where is this Ferguson dude? " 

 " He is in with the rest of the party, " Lurch tell them, " We have been expecting you. Walk this way. " 

 Lurch dragged himself into the room. Jim and Jack, being the smartasses they are, dragged themselves in ape the movements of the large butler. Lurch ignored them, as he know how unintelligent they were. The guests of the party were spread around the room looking at the various slice of Neolithic art and make way for Jim and Jack to go directly to the short erstwhile man who constantly had to be J. Simon Ferguson. 

 " So you're Sackenbrenner's valet, " Ferguson said, " You are taking that bomber role from the early prick then? " 

 " Yeah, " Jim said, referring to the former hero whose name was not important to this book, " I'm the guy. Cool name
 noa."

"If we must," Jack agreed, "Neel free, hero mcb."

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"aRe you J. Simon FeRGuSON?" JIM askEd, lOoking arounD, "And WHat iS up wITh ThiS Place?"

"i am thE bUTlER," Lurch said, "My given naMe Is EzekIel buT everyone callS me Lurch."

"I wONDEr why, broTher," jAcK Said, "So where is tHis FeRguson dude?"

"hE is in witH the rEst of the Party," LurcH TOld them, "WE haVe bEen ExpECTiNg you. Walk this WAY."

LurCh Dragged HimSelf intO thE roOm. JIm aNd jack, being The smartAsSeS tHeY arE, dragGEd themseLvEs iN aPinG the mOVementS of thE larGe BuTLer. lurch igNOrED Them, As He Knew How UnIntelLigeNT thEy were. THe guests oF thE PartY wErE spread Around the room LoOking at the VaRioUs piecES Of NeolitHic art and making way for JiM And Jack To gO straIght To the shorT olD man whO inVAriablY had to Be J. SiMoN FeRGUson.

"SO YOu'Re SAcKenbrenner'S MAn," FErgusOn Said, "you are tAking that hero role fROm tHe other prick tHen?"

"yeah," jIM sAid, REfERriNg TO thE PRevious hero whosE name was noT iMPoRtant to thiS BooK, "I'M the guy. cool namE
 now."

"If we must," Jack  agreed, " Feelfre e,he ro m an." 

Jim Stalin k n ocke d on the door and wait ed fo rs omes or t ofanswer. He r eal ly  w asno t  e xpect ing  to get  the answe r t ha t he actuall y  g ot. Instea d o f someone ac tua lly wa lk ing to th e d oor i t crea k ed ope n all byit s elf, r e vealing a  r eall y creepy lookingp la c e inside. Ther e wasno i se c omi ngin, but it  w as fa r  enough of f t hat it was diffic ult to pinp o int .

"Da mn ,"J ack sa id, " Th i s p lace is wac k!"
"Just li ke you , " Jim s a id, loo king i nsi de,  "Ig ue ss  we 'd bes t  g o i n sid e."

The ywa lkedinto t h e  doo rwa y an d loo ked around. F erg uson was  defi nitel y ri ch . His  taste  in e xp ensive and gaud y Ne olithic a rtpr ove dthat. Althou ghamo ng thepiecesw ere  s e e m in gly incongruous pi ec e s  o f memora biliaf ro m2 0th cent ur y c omed i a ns an d ba d  t elevisio n show s .Th e whole  p lace w as  de sig ned s i mply  to ex hibit al l oft his garbage th a t was brought in f ro m  all  co rners of th e gl o be a nd H o ll ywo o d.

" Welco me , "a  tall man wearing m ak eup to  make  him look lik e Lurch fr o m the Adda ms f a mi l y said, "I tak e ityou are th e  men tha t Adm iral Sac kenbrenne r informed  us  wo uld  be c om ing."

"Are y o u  J.Si mon Fer gus on?" Ji m a ske d,loo ki ng around , "And w ha tis  u p w ith t h is place ?" 

" Iamthe b u tler,"  Lurc h sa id ," Mygiven n a me i s Ez ek ie l bu t e ve ryone  cal l s m e Lurch ."

"I wo nde r  why ,br other,"  Jack said, " So  where isth isFergus o n  dude?"
"He is in with the res t  of the  pa rty,"  Lur ch told t hem , "Wehav e  beenexpect ing y ou . W a l k thi s wa y." 
Lurch drag g e d h imsel finto  the ro om. Jim and Jack,b ein g the smartas ses  the y ar e,d ra g ged  t h ems e l ves in aping th e movement so fthe largeb utl er . Lurch  ignore d the m , as he  knew how  unintell ig entt h eywere. Theguests o f the par t y wer e  s pread  ar ound t he  ro om lo okinga t t he va riouspi eces o f Neo li thic art  and making way for Jim  and J ack t o g o straigh t t o  th e short o ld m an who inv ari abl y had  to be J.  Sim o nFer g uson. 

"S o  you're S a ck enb r e nn er's man,"F e r gus on sa id, "You a re t aking that hero r o le from the ot herp r ick  th e n?"
" Yeah," Jim sai d,re f e rring to  t he previous  hero wh os e  name  was n ot imp ortantt o  t h is boo k, " I'm  the guy.  Co ol name
 now."

"If_we must,"_Jack agreed, "Feel free,_hero man."

Jim_Stalin_knocked on_the_door and waited_for some sort_of answer. He really_was not expecting_to_get the answer that he actually got. Instead of someone actually walking to the_door_it creaked_open_all_by itself, revealing a really_creepy looking place inside. There_was noise_coming in, but it was far enough off_that_it was difficult_to pinpoint.

"Damn," Jack said, "This place is wack!"

"Just like_you," Jim said, looking inside, "I_guess we'd best_go_inside."

They_walked into the doorway_and looked around. Ferguson was definitely_rich. His taste in expensive and_gaudy Neolithic art proved that. Although among_the pieces were seemingly incongruous pieces_of memorabilia from 20th century_comedians and_bad television shows. The whole_place was designed_simply to_exhibit all of_this garbage that was brought in_from all corners_of the globe and Hollywood.

"Welcome," a_tall_man wearing makeup_to_make_him look_like Lurch from_the_Addams family_said,_"I take it you are the_men_that Admiral Sackenbrenner informed us would be_coming."

"Are you J. Simon_Ferguson?"_Jim asked, looking around,_"And what is up with_this place?"

"I am the butler," Lurch_said, "My_given name_is Ezekiel but everyone calls me Lurch."

"I wonder why, brother," Jack_said, "So where is this Ferguson_dude?"

"He is in with_the rest_of_the party," Lurch_told_them, "We_have been expecting you. Walk this way."

Lurch_dragged himself_into the room. Jim and Jack,_being the smartasses they_are,_dragged themselves in aping the movements_of the large butler. Lurch ignored_them, as he knew how_unintelligent_they_were. The guests of the_party were spread around the room_looking at the_various pieces of Neolithic art and making_way_for Jim and Jack to go_straight_to the short old man who_invariably_had_to be J. Simon Ferguson.

"So_you're Sackenbrenner's man," Ferguson said, "You_are taking that hero role from the other prick_then?"

"Yeah," Jim said,_referring to the previous hero_whose_name_was not important to this book, "I'm the guy. Cool_name