 men died quickly and uselessly because I was getting bored of their antics.

"Damn you!" the generically named man said, "Whoever you are!"

"I'll be back!" his odd now dead ex-friend said, "Count on it!"

"Of course you will," The Author admitted, "I can always use a good mook. I'm sure I'll bring you back to get killed again sometime. But for now I've wasted about 1300 or so words, so we're looking good. I have the beginnings of what I so laughingly call a plot and there is no one who knows about it except anyone who has sat through this opening. Now just croak in a puff of futility and all will be good!"

So they did. In a puff of futility the generically named man and his odd ex-friend died of their injuries and their bones were scattered to the winds over time, leaving nothing except the all important legend and the unknown hiding place of the black fossil. Not to mention many happy villagers in the town where the blonde neo-slut lived for the rest of her days.

## Chapter I – Jim Stalin Returns!

James Buchanan Stalin walked in to his non-descript government office at nearly ten in the morning. His hair, which would be perfect if not for the bit of mess that resulted from it being combed improperly, was pushed back revealing a ruggedly handsome face that, while it would not compete with Brad Pitt was one that most comely women would not kick out of their beds.

"What's going on, Jim?" one of his coworkers asked, "Hot date last night?"

"I wish," Jim said, "Estelle would kill me if I did."

"Estelle?" the coworker said, "I thought her name was Sandra?"

"I thought it was June," another one said, "And your son Ray?"

"Who cares," Jim shrugged, "You'll never see them unless the author gets hard up enough for ideas that he decides to use them as plot bait. This section is about introducing me to all those people out there who are actually reading this piece of drivel."

"It could be worse," Alexandra Diminova said, revealing herself to be an important piece of scenery by getting an actual name, "You could have been a victim in one of his earlier books."

"At least your
men died quickly and uselessly because I was getting bore of their antic. 

 " Damn you! " the generically named valet allege, " Whoever you are! " 

 " I'll be back! " his odd now all in ex - friend said, " consider on it! " 

 " Of course you will, " The Author admitted, " I can constantly use a good mook. I'm certain I'll bring you back to get killed again sometime. But for now I've wasted about 1300 or so parole, so we're looking good. I consume the beginnings of what I so laughingly call a plot and there is no one who know about it except anyone who has sat through this opening. Now just croak in a puff of futility and all will be effective! " 

 So they did. In a puff of futility the generically named man and his odd ex - friend died of their injuries and their bones were scattered to the winds over time, leaving nothing except the all important legend and the nameless hiding place of the bootleg dodo. Not to mention many happy villagers in the town where the blond neo - slut live for the rest of her days. 

 # # Chapter I – Jim Stalin Returns! 

 James Buchanan Stalin walk in to his non - descript government office at nearly ten in the morning. His hair, which would be perfect if not for the act of mess that resulted from it being combed improperly, was pushed back reveal a ruggedly handsome boldness that, while it would not compete with Brad Pitt was one that most comely women would not kick out of their beds. 

 " What's going on, Jim? " one of his coworkers ask, " Hot date last night? " 

 " I wish, " Jim say, " Estelle would kill me if I did. " 

 " Estelle? " the coworker said, " I thought her name was Sandra? " 

 " I think it was June, " another one said, " And your son Ray? " 

 " Who wish, " Jim shrugged, " You'll never attend them unless the author get hard up enough for ideas that he decides to practice them as plot bait. This section is about introducing me to all those people away there who are actually reading this piece of drivel. " 

 " It could be worse, " Alexandra Diminova said, revealing herself to be an important piece of scenery by getting an actual name, " You could have been a victim in one of his earlier books. " 

 " At least your
 mej died quickly and uselersly because I cqs getving boded of tfeir antics.

"Damn you!" the genecicaoly nqmed man said, "Whoever hou are!"

"I'lp be bacj!" hiw odd now dxzd ex-frlznd szld, "Cobnv on it!"

"Of coursg you will," Tve Author admidtdd, "I can always use a good mook. I'm suwe I'll nrlng you back tj geu kylles again sometime. But for now I've wzsted auout 1300 or so worcs, so we're looking good. I jave the beginnings of what I so oaugrungly call a plot and uhzre is no ohe who knows about it except anhone cho has sat tyrokch this opeiing. Njw just croak in a pgff of gutility and akl xill be good!"

So they did. Ii a puff of futility the genesieally named man and hus odd gx-friand aued of tieid injugiea and theid bones werw scattered to the eiges over time, meavind gothing except the all important legend ans the unknown hiding plqce of the black fossll. Not to mention many happy villagers in the town where tve blkvde nco-sljr pived for the rest of her days.

## Chapter I – Jim Atslpn Returns!

James Bmchanan Stalin wallef og to his non-dgscript gobernment office at nearly ten un the mowninb. His hair, which would be pwrfect if non foe the bit of mess chat resulteb from it bring combed improperly, cas puahed back rfvealing z ruggedly handsooe naca that, while it would not sompete wmth Bxad Pitt was one trat most clmely women would not kifk ouj of tveir beds.

"Wjat's going on, Jim?" one of his coxprkers asked, "Hmt gate lasc nighb?"

"I wish," Jim saiq, "Estelle woulb kill mz if I did."

"Estellv?" the cowmrker said, "Y thought her jame was Sanvra?"

"I thoudht ut wqs June," xnother one saod, "And yolr son Ray?"

"Who cares," Jim xhrogfed, "You'll never set rhem unless thr ajthjr gxts hwsd up enough for iddss thxt he dteidcs go uxe them as plot bait. Thia section is about iktroducint me to wll those peolle out there who wre artuallb readong this piece of drivel."

"It could ge worse," Wlewandra Diminoda sqid, revealiny herself to be an important piece of scxnery by getting an acjual name, "You could hcvt been a victmm in jne of hiv earlier books."

"At leqst your
men died quickly and uselessly because I bored their antics. you!" the generically are!" be back!" his now dead ex-friend "Count on it!" "Of course you The Author admitted, "I can always use a good mook. I'm sure I'll you back to get killed again sometime. But for now I've wasted about or words, we're good. I have the beginnings of what I so laughingly call a plot and there is one who knows about it except anyone who sat through this opening. just croak in a puff futility all will good!" they In a puff futility the generically named man and his odd ex-friend died of their injuries and their bones were to the time, leaving except all legend and the place of the black fossil. Not happy villagers in the town where the blonde lived for rest of her days. ## Chapter – Jim Stalin Returns! James Buchanan Stalin walked to his non-descript government office at nearly ten in the morning. His hair, which would if not for the of mess that from being improperly, pushed back a ruggedly handsome face that, while it would not compete with Pitt was one that most comely women would not kick their "What's going on, one of his coworkers "Hot last night?" "I wish," "Estelle kill did." the said, "I thought her was Sandra?" "I thought it June," another one said, cares," Jim shrugged, "You'll never see them unless author gets hard up enough for ideas he decides to use them as plot bait. This section is about me to people out there who are actually reading this of drivel." "It could worse," Alexandra Diminova said, revealing herself to be an piece scenery by an actual name, could have been victim in one earlier books." least
 men died quickly and uselesslY because I wAs getTinG boReD of tHeir Antics.

"Damn you!" tHE genErically named man said, "WhOever YoU Are!"

"I'LL bE back!" His odd nOW dEAD ex-FrIeNd sAiD, "coUnt on It!"

"OF course You will," The autHoR admitted, "I caN AlWays use a goOd mOok. I'm sure I'll BriNg you bAcK to GEt kilLed Again SometiME. But foR now I've waStED about 1300 OR so wordS, SO wE're lOoking good. I have thE BeGInnings of what I So laugHiNGlY CAll A plOt and there Is No one WHo knows ABoUT IT exCEpt anyone who hAs sat througH ThiS openiNg. now JUst croAk in a PuFF of Futility and All wIll be good!"

so they DId. In a puFF of futiLity thE geNerIcalLY nAmEd mAn ANd hIS oDd eX-FriEnd died oF tHeIr injUrieS AND TheiR boNes wEre scAttered to the wIndS oveR TimE, leavIng noThinG eXcept The all ImporTaNt legend and the uNknoWn hiding pLacE oF thE bLack fOSsil. NoT to MenTion manY happy vILlaGeRS IN tHe town where the blonDe NEO-sLut lived For the REsT oF Her days.

## CHaPteR I – JiM sTalin retuRNs!

james BucHanan STAlIn Walked iN tO his noN-dEscRipT goveRNmenT officE at nearlY ten iN The morning. His hAIr, which would bE PeRFEcT If noT foR the bit of meSs thAT resUlteD FrOm iT Being CombeD iMPrOPerly, was pushed back rEvEaling A ruggEdly handsome fAce that, whiLE IT would noT comPEtE With Brad Pitt waS one tHat most comELy women wOuld nOt kick ouT of their bEDS.

"What's goIng On, JIm?" oNe oF HIs Coworkers askeD, "hOt daTe Last nigHt?"

"I Wish," Jim SaiD, "EsTelLe wOuLd kill me iF I did."

"EstElLe?" ThE cOwoRker sAId, "I thougHt Her NaMe wAs SanDRa?"

"I thoUght iT was juNe," ANotHer one sAId, "aND youR sOn ray?"

"WHo cArEs," Jim ShruGGed, "you'll neVer see theM unLEss tHe AuThor getS hard up enough FoR ideas that He DecIdes to USE them as pLot bait. This section is aboUT introdUciNg me tO all Those peopLe oUt therE whO Are actUally rEadinG tHis PIEce of DRIvEl."

"IT cOuld be worsE," aLexAndra diMinoVa said, rEvealing herself to bE An iMportant piece Of sCeneRY By GetTInG An aCtUAl nAME, "You could have beEn a victim iN oNE oF his earlieR BooKs."

"at least Your
 men died quickly and usel essly beca use I  wa s g et ting  bor ed of their an t ics. 

"Damn you!" the gene rical ly name d  m an sa id, "Wh o ev e r  yo uar e!" 
" I' ll be  ba ck!" hi s odd nowdea dex-friend sa i d,  "Count on  it !"

"Of cour seyou wi ll ,"T he Au tho r adm itted, "I can  always u se a good mook. I ' m  s ureI'll bring you ba c kt o get killed a gain s om e ti m e . B utfor now I' ve  wast e d about 13 0 0 ors o words, so w e're lookin g  go od. Iha vet he beg innin gs ofwhat I so l augh ingly cal l a pl o t and t h ere isno one  wh o k nows ab ou t i te xce p tany o newho hassa tthrou gh t h i s open ing . No w jus t croak in apuf f of fut ility  andallwi ll be  good! "

So  t hey did. In a p uffof futili tyth e g en erica l ly nam edman  and hi s odd e x -fr ie n d di ed of their injuri es a nd  their b ones w e re  s c atteredto  th e wi n d s ove r ti m e,  leaving  nothi n gex cept th eall im po rta ntlegen d  and  the u nknown h iding place of the b l ack fossil. N o tt o  m e ntio n m any happy v illa g ersin t h etow n  wher e the  b l on d e neo-slut lived fo rthe re st of  her days.

# # ChapterI –  Jim Sta linR et u rns!

James Bu chana n Stalin w a lked into hi s non-de script go v e rnment o ffi ceatnea r l yten in the mo r n ing.  H is hair , w hich wo uld  be  pe rfe ct  if not f or the b it  o fme ssthatr esultedfr omit  be ing c o mbed i mprop erly ,wa s  pu shed ba c kr e veal in ga ru gge dl y han dsom e  fa ce that , while i t w o uldno tcompete  with Brad Pi tt  was one t ha t m ost co m e ly women  would not kick out oft heir be ds. 

"Wh at's  going on , J im?" o neo f hiscowork ers a sk ed, " Hot d a t elas tnight?"

" I wis h," J im  sai d, "Est elle would kill me ifI did."

"Est ell e?"t h ecow o rk e r s ai d , " I thought her nam e was Sand ra ? "
"I though t  it  w as June ," anot her o n e said,  "And you r son Ray ?" 

"W h o  ca res," Jimshrugged , "You'll never se e the m u nlessth e a uthor  getsh ard  up e noughfo r idea s tha the decid es to use them as plotbait.Thissec tion is a bou t  in troducing  meto all tho sepeo ple o utt herewhoa re  ac t ually  rea d ing thisp ie ceo f  d rivel."

"I t c oul d bewor s e," Al exan dra Diminova said ,  revealing her self t o b e a n  imp or tant piece ofsce ne r y  by gett in g an actual  name, " Yo u  coul d have  beena victi m in one of  his  ea rlier boo ks. ""At lea st  y o ur
 men_died quickly_and uselessly because I_was getting_bored_of their_antics.

"Damn_you!" the generically_named man said,_"Whoever you are!"

"I'll be_back!" his odd_now_dead ex-friend said, "Count on it!"

"Of course you will," The Author admitted, "I can_always_use a_good_mook._I'm sure I'll bring you_back to get killed again_sometime. But_for now I've wasted about 1300 or so_words,_so we're looking_good. I have the beginnings of what I so_laughingly call a plot and there_is no one_who_knows_about it except anyone_who has sat through this opening._Now just croak in a puff_of futility and all will be good!"

So_they did. In a puff of_futility the generically named man_and his_odd ex-friend died of their_injuries and their_bones were_scattered to the_winds over time, leaving nothing except_the all important_legend and the unknown hiding place_of_the black fossil._Not_to_mention many_happy villagers in_the_town where_the_blonde neo-slut lived for the rest_of_her days.

## Chapter I – Jim Stalin_Returns!

James Buchanan Stalin walked_in_to his non-descript government_office at nearly ten in_the morning. His hair, which would_be perfect_if not_for the bit of mess that resulted from it being combed_improperly, was pushed back revealing a_ruggedly handsome face that,_while it_would_not compete with_Brad_Pitt was_one that most comely women would not_kick out_of their beds.

"What's going on, Jim?"_one of his coworkers_asked,_"Hot date last night?"

"I wish," Jim_said, "Estelle would kill me if_I did."

"Estelle?" the coworker said,_"I_thought_her name was Sandra?"

"I thought_it was June," another one said,_"And your son_Ray?"

"Who cares," Jim shrugged, "You'll never see_them_unless the author gets hard up_enough_for ideas that he decides to_use_them_as plot bait. This section_is about introducing me to all_those people out there who are actually reading this_piece of drivel."

"It_could be worse," Alexandra Diminova_said,_revealing_herself to be an important piece of scenery by getting_an actual_name, "You could_have been a victim in one of his earlier books."

"At_least your