 I guess we might want to do that. Still, why would anyone be concerned about a frightfully dull piece of blackened fossil?"

"Because by the time the real main characters deal with it," The Author told them, "It will be old and coveted by everyone in the book. This is what we authors laughingly call a plot. Now do your part and do something weird with it that will establish the conflict for my book."

"Touchy," the generically named man said, "But since he is the one signing our checks I guess we should do something."

"Quite," his odd friend said, "But what?"

"Think of something," The Author said impatiently, "And try to take about 1500 words in doing it. I've only got 30 days to write this piece of garbage and you two morons are part of it. Now move!"

"Very well," the generically named man sighed, "Shall we pack up that piece of garbage and drag it off somewhere?"

"Yes," his odd friend agreed, "Why don't we drag it through the village and brag about some nonexistent magic powers that we know this black fossilized piece of junk doesn't have, but our dumb ass brethren will believe and send down the centuries as folklore that will somehow go unexplored until some idiot in the future gets it in his head to find this thing."

"Sounds like a lovely idea," the generically named man agreed, "Too bad it is too heavy for us to lift."

"Did you have to make it so big?" his odd friend asked the author.

"I had to make up for your small penis somehow," The Author said, "Now stop complaining and move that thing!"

"Rude fellow, isn't he?" the generically named man said, "Still, seeing as he is paying us so well and all..."

"You get that side," his odd friend said, "I'll get this side. We'll drag it through town and see if we can find a leper to cure or something like that."

"I'm thinking more a hot blonde with sexual dysfunction to cure," the generically named man said, "If we're dragging this thing around we should get some."

Twenty Minutes Later...

"Well that little piece of unpleasantness is done," the generically named man said, "Why is it that all villagers in
I guess we might want to do that. Still, why would anyone be refer about a terribly dull piece of blacken dodo? " 

 " Because by the time the real main character deal with it, " The Author told them, " It will be erstwhile and coveted by everyone in the book. This is what we authors laughingly address a plot. Now do your character and do something weird with it that will establish the conflict for my book. " 

 " Touchy, " the generically named serviceman said, " But since he is the one signing our checks I estimate we should do something. " 

 " Quite, " his odd friend said, " But what? " 

 " remember of something, " The Author said impatiently, " And try to take about 1500 words in perform it. I've only got 30 days to write this piece of drivel and you two idiot are part of it. Now move! " 

 " Very well, " the generically named man sighed, " Shall we pack up that piece of garbage and haul it off somewhere? " 

 " Yes, " his odd friend agree, " Why don't we drag it through the village and brag about some nonexistent magic might that we know this black fossilized piece of junk doesn't accept, but our dumb ass brethren will believe and send down the centuries as folklore that will somehow move unexplored until some idiot in the future gets it in his head to find this matter. " 

 " Sounds like a adorable idea, " the generically named man agreed, " Too bad it is excessively heavy for us to lift. " 

 " Did you have to seduce it then big? " his odd acquaintance asked the author. 

 " I have to make up for your small penis somehow, " The Author said, " nowadays stop complain and move that thing! " 

 " Rude fellow, isn't he? " the generically named world said, " Still, seeing as he is paying us so well and all... " 

 " You get that side, " his odd friend state, " I'll get this side. We'll haul it through town and see if we can find a leper to cure or something like that. " 

 " I'm thinking more a hot blond with sexual dysfunction to cure, " the generically named man said, " If we're dragging this matter around we should get some. " 

 Twenty Minutes Later... 

 " Well that small piece of unpleasantness is done, " the generically named man said, " Why is it that all villagers in
 I huess we might want to du that. Still, whi qould enyone ge concefned about a frightfully dulp piece of blackened fossil?"

"Bezause by nhe time rhe ceal main characvsrs deal with lt," Thz Euthor told thek, "It will te old and covatdd by everyone in the book. This is whwt we aitjors laughingli calk a pmot. Now do your part and do somethjng weigd with it that woll establish the conflict for my book."

"Touchy," the genericalli naiwd man said, "Cut since he is the ong signing our checks I guess we rhoulb do somethunt."

"Qulje," his odd fciend faid, "But whab?"

"Nhink ox sometning," The Authov saiv impatiently, "And try to vake about 1500 words in doing it. I're only got 30 days to qrute tvis [iecd of gadbege and ylu vwo morons zre part of it. Now move!"

"Very wekl," nne genericalmy namqd man sighed, "Shall we pack up that piece of garbage and drag it ofd somewhere?"

"Yes," his odf friend wgreed, "Why don't we drag it through the village ang braj xbobb rimf nonexistent magic powers that we know this fmavk fossilized picce of junk doesn't hwvr, but our dumb ass bxstgren will believe wnd senq dowb the cenuuriex as folklore that will somwhow go unexilorwd until some idioc in the futbre gejs it on his head to find thir thjng."

"Sounds llke a lovsuy idea," the geneficslny named man agreed, "Too baq it is tio hzavy for us jo lift."

"Qid you hage to make it so big?" his odd yrieng asked thf author.

"I had to make up for yonc small penis smmevow," The Cuthor said, "Now sto[ complaining cnd move that thing!"

"Rude fellow, isn't he?" thq generically jamed man samd, "Still, feeibg aw he is oaying us so wrll and all..."

"You get rhat side," his odd nriena said, "I'll get tkns side. We'll drag it thwolgh tjfn and see ix we cav find a leper to zure or something like tvat."

"I'j thinking more a nob blonde qith sextal dysfunctipn to cure," the gentricalny iamed kan said, "If we're dragging this thjng arounf wc should get fome."

Bwenjy Minutes Kater...

"Well that little piece of unpleasaitness is done," the gengrically named man sand, "Why is it vhat ajl villagars in
I guess we might want to do why anyone be about a frightfully "Because the time the main characters deal it," The Author told them, "It be old and coveted by everyone in the book. This is what we laughingly call a plot. Now do your part and do something weird with that establish conflict my book." "Touchy," the generically named man said, "But since he is the one signing our I guess we should do something." "Quite," his friend said, "But what?" of something," The Author said "And to take 1500 in it. I've only 30 days to write this piece of garbage and you two morons are part of it. Now "Very well," named man "Shall pack that piece of drag it off somewhere?" "Yes," his "Why don't we drag it through the village brag about nonexistent magic powers that we know black fossilized piece of junk doesn't have, but dumb ass brethren will believe and send down the centuries as folklore that will somehow until some idiot in future gets it his to this "Sounds like lovely idea," the generically named man agreed, "Too bad it is heavy for us to lift." "Did you have to make big?" odd friend asked author. "I had to up your small penis somehow," said, stop that "Rude isn't he?" the generically man said, "Still, seeing as is paying us so that side," his odd friend said, "I'll get side. We'll drag it through town and if we can find a leper to cure or something like that." thinking more blonde with sexual dysfunction to cure," the generically man said, "If we're this thing around we should get some." Twenty Minutes "Well little piece unpleasantness is done," generically named man "Why is it villagers in
 I guess we might want to do that. still, why woUld anYonE be CoNcerNed aBout a frightfulLY dulL piece of blackened fossiL?"

"BecaUsE By thE TiMe the Real maiN ChARActErS dEal WiTH iT," The AUthOr told tHem, "It will bE olD aNd coveted by eVErYone in the bOok. this is what we AutHors laUgHinGLy calL a pLot. NoW do youR Part anD do somethInG Weird wITh it thaT WIlL estAblish the conflict FOr MY book."

"Touchy," the GeneriCaLLy NAMed Man Said, "But sinCe He is tHE one sigNInG OUR chECks I guess we shOuld do sometHIng."

"quite," hIs Odd FRiend sAid, "BuT wHAt?"

"THink of sometHing," the Author Said imPAtientlY, "and try tO take aBouT 1500 woRds iN DoInG it. i'vE OnlY GoT 30 daYS to Write thiS pIeCe of gArbaGE AND you Two MoroNs are Part of it. Now moVe!"

"VEry wELl," tHe genEricaLly nAmEd man Sighed, "shall We Pack up that piece Of gaRbage and dRag It Off SoMewheRE?"

"Yes," hiS odD frIend agrEed, "Why dON't wE dRAG It Through the village aNd BRAg About somE nonexIStEnT Magic powErS thAt we KNOw thiS blaCK fOssilizeD piece OF jUnK doesn't HaVe, but oUr DumB asS bretHRen wIll belIeve and sEnd doWN the centuries aS Folklore that wILl SOMeHOw go UneXplored untiL somE IdioT in tHE fUtuRE gets It in hIs HEaD To find this thing."

"SounDs Like a lOvely Idea," the generiCally named MAN Agreed, "ToO bad IT iS Too heavy for us tO lift."

"did you have TO make it sO big?" hIs odd friEnd asked tHE Author.

"I hAd tO maKe uP foR YOuR small penis soMEHow," THe author sAid, "now stop ComPlaIniNg aNd Move that tHing!"

"Rude FeLlOw, IsN't hE?" the gENericallY nAmeD mAn sAid, "StILl, seeiNg as hE is pAyInG Us sO well anD AlL..."

"yOu geT tHaT sidE," hiS oDd friEnd sAId, "I'Ll get thIs side. We'lL drAG it tHrOuGh town aNd see if we can fInD a leper to cUrE or SomethING like thaT."

"I'm thinking more a hot blonDE with seXuaL dysfUnctIon to cure," The GeneriCalLY named Man saiD, "If we'Re DraGGIng thIS ThIng ArOund we shouLD Get Some."

TWeNty MInutes LAter...

"Well that little PIecE of unpleasantNesS is dONE," tHe gENeRIcaLlY NamED Man said, "Why is it tHat all villAgERs In
 I guess we might want todo that. S till,  wh y w ou ld a nyon e be concerned abou t a frightfully dull p ieceof blac k en ed fo ssil?""B e c aus eby  th et im e the  re al main  character s d ea l with it,"T he  Author to ldthem, "It wi llbe old  a ndc ovete d b y eve ryonei n thebook. Thi si s what we auth o r slaug hingly call a plo t .N ow do your par t anddo so m e thi ngweird with  i t tha t  will e s ta b l i sht he conflict f or my book. " 

" Touchy ,"  th e  gener icall yn ame d man said,  "Bu t since h e is t h e one s i gning o ur che cks  Igues s  w esho ul d  do so met h ing ."

"Qui te ,"  hisoddf r i e nd s aid , "B ut wh at?"

"Thinkofsome t hin g," T he Au thor  s aid i mpatie ntly,  " And try to take  abo ut 1500 w ord sindo ing i t . I've  on lygot 30days to wri te t h is  piece of garbagean d yo u two mo rons a r epa r t of it.  N owmove ! " 

"Ve ry w e ll ," the g eneric a ll ynamed m an  sighe d,  "S hal l wep ackup tha t pieceof ga r bage and dragi t off somewhe r e? " 
" Y es,"  hi s odd frien d ag r eed,  "Wh y  d on' t  we d rag i tt hr o ugh the village and  b rag ab out s ome nonexiste nt magic p o w e rs thatwe k n ow this black fos siliz ed piece o f  junk do esn't  have, b ut our du m b  ass bre thr enwil l b e l ie ve and send d o w n th ecenturi esas folk lor e t hat  wi ll  somehowgo unexp lo re dun til  some idiot in  t hefu tur e get s  it in  hishead  t of ind  this t h in g . "

" So un ds l ike  a  love ly i d ea, " the g enericall y n a medma nagreed,  "Too bad itis  too heavy  f orus tol i ft."

"D id you have to make its o big?"  hi s odd  fri end asked  th e auth or. 
"I ha d to m ake u pfor y our s m a ll  pe ni s somehow, " The  Auth or  sai d, "Now  stop complaininga ndmove that thi ng! "

" R u de  fe l lo w , i sn ' t h e ? " the generical ly named m an sa id, "Still ,  se ei ng as h e is pa yingu s so we ll and al l..."

"Y ou  get t hat  side," hi s odd fr iend said ,  "I'l l  g et th isside.We 'll  drag  it th r oug h tow n andse e if w e can  f ind a le per to cure or somethin g like  that ."
"I'm thi nki n g m ore a hot  blo nde with s exu aldysfu nct i on to  cur e ,"  th e  gene rica l ly namedm an  sa i d ,"If we're d r a g gin g thi s t h ing ar ound  we should get so m e."

Twenty Mi nute s Lat er. . .

" We ll that little  pi ec e of unple as antness isdone," t he gener ically  named  man sa i d ," Why is  ittha t all vil lag er s  in
 I_guess we_might want to do_that. Still,_why_would anyone_be_concerned about a_frightfully dull piece_of blackened fossil?"

"Because by_the time the_real_main characters deal with it," The Author told them, "It will be old and_coveted_by everyone_in_the_book. This is what we_authors laughingly call a plot._Now do_your part and do something weird with it_that_will establish the_conflict for my book."

"Touchy," the generically named man said,_"But since he is the one_signing our checks_I_guess_we should do something."

"Quite,"_his odd friend said, "But what?"

"Think_of something," The Author said impatiently,_"And try to take about 1500 words_in doing it. I've only got_30 days to write this_piece of_garbage and you two morons_are part of_it. Now_move!"

"Very well," the_generically named man sighed, "Shall we_pack up that_piece of garbage and drag it_off_somewhere?"

"Yes," his odd_friend_agreed,_"Why don't_we drag it_through_the village_and_brag about some nonexistent magic powers_that_we know this black fossilized piece of_junk doesn't have, but_our_dumb ass brethren will_believe and send down the_centuries as folklore that will somehow_go unexplored_until some_idiot in the future gets it in his head to find_this thing."

"Sounds like a lovely idea,"_the generically named man_agreed, "Too_bad_it is too_heavy_for us_to lift."

"Did you have to make it_so big?"_his odd friend asked the author.

"I_had to make up_for_your small penis somehow," The Author_said, "Now stop complaining and move_that thing!"

"Rude fellow, isn't he?"_the_generically_named man said, "Still, seeing_as he is paying us so_well and all..."

"You_get that side," his odd friend said,_"I'll_get this side. We'll drag it_through_town and see if we can_find_a_leper to cure or something_like that."

"I'm thinking more a hot_blonde with sexual dysfunction to cure," the generically named_man said, "If_we're dragging this thing around_we_should_get some."

Twenty Minutes Later...

"Well that little piece of unpleasantness is_done," the_generically named man_said, "Why is it that all villagers in