 him, fighting off a groan, "Did you really have to resurrect it?"

"Sure," Jim nodded, "Anything for a cheap laugh."

Jack shook his head as they walked inside. The Hotel was actually really nice, though it was old and slightly on the creepy side. They wrote this off to a subconscious need to do a little spoofing of The Shining while they managed to skewer everything else they could remotely think of. It is all in the word counts, you know.

"Americanos?" the clerk said, "You must be the bozos we were wired about?"

"Bozos?" Jim said, "I don't like the sound of that."

"I don't know," Jack shrugged, "That sounds like just the thing Admiral Sackenbrenner would introduce us as. You know damn well he had to have wired the descriptions and the payment for the room."

"Admiral Sackenbrenner?" the clerk said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I have you mixed up with the other suite. You must be Jim Stalin and Jack Wack."

"That's us," Jim said, "What other suite?"

"That would be Mr. Dirtpassion's suite, sir," the clerk said, "He didn't tip so well, so I don't mind breaking the confidentiality despite the fact that I just met you."

"Tip him well, Jack," Jim told him, "Maybe he won't tell Adam and Reizvolle we're here."

"Confidentiality is my friend," the clerk assured them, "Just like Andrew Jackson and Benjamin Franklin."

Jack paid the clerk and took their keys. Jack may have been the gay Jewish black dude, but he was still the sidekick and he was supposed to do the mundane crap like pay the bills and the like. Jack accepted it, mainly because it meant that Jim was usually being shot at and not him.

They got to their rooms, a joint suite that was on the middle floor overlooking the pool. Jack did not like that fact because he knew that someone would be falling into the pool before this idiotic chapter ended. Jack was again hoping that it would be Jim and not him.

"So what do we do now?" Jack asked him, "Do we come up with a plan of action or do we do some of the obligatory scenes now
him, fighting off a groan, " Did you really have to resurrect it? " 

 " Sure, " Jim nod, " Anything for a brassy laugh. " 

 Jack shook his head as they walk inside. The Hotel was actually really decent, though it was old and slightly on the creepy slope. They wrote this off to a subconscious need to do a short spoofing of The Shining while they managed to skewer everything else they could remotely think of. It is all in the son counts, you acknowledge. 

 " Americanos? " the clerk said, " You must be the fathead we were wired about? " 

 " Bozos? " Jim said, " I don't like the strait of that. " 

 " I don't know, " Jack shrugged, " That sounds like merely the thing Admiral Sackenbrenner would introduce us as. You know damn well he had to have cable the descriptions and the payment for the room. " 

 " Admiral Sackenbrenner? " the clerk said, " Oh, I'm sorry. I accept you mixed up with the other suite. You must be Jim Stalin and Jack Wack. " 

 " That's us, " Jim said, " What other suite? " 

 " That would be Mr. Dirtpassion's suite, sir, " the clerk said, " He didn't tip thus well, so I don't mind break the confidentiality despite the fact that I barely met you. " 

 " Tip him well, Jack, " Jim told him, " Maybe he won't assure Adam and Reizvolle we're here. " 

 " Confidentiality is my friend, " the clerk assured them, " Just like Andrew Jackson and Benjamin Franklin. " 

 Jack pay the clerk and took their keys. Jack may have been the gay Jewish black dude, but he was even the sidekick and he was supposed to do the mundane bullshit like pay the bill and the alike. Jack accepted it, mainly because it meant that Jim was normally being shot at and not him. 

 They got to their rooms, a joint suite that was on the middle floor overlooking the pool. Jack did not like that fact because he knew that someone would be fall into the pool before this absurd chapter ended. Jack was again hoping that it would be Jim and not him. 

 " thus what do we do nowadays? " Jack asked him, " Do we total up with a plan of legal action or do we do some of the obligatory scenes immediately
 hil, fighting off a groan, "Dld you really harw to rxsurrecf it?"

"Sure," Jim nodded, "Anything for a cieap laugy."

Jack shook his head ar they wapked insude. Uhe Hotel was actnzlly really njge, thmngh it was old snd slightny on the cree[y snde. They wrote this off to a subconssious nref to do a littje skoosing of The Shining while they managed to skexer everything rlse they could remotely tjink of. It is all in tje word coubts, riu know.

"Amerizanos?" the bnerk said, "Iou must be the bozos we were wifed ayout?"

"Bozos?" Jum salg, "I don't lije thv sound of that."

"I don't know," Jsck shrugged, "Tmat smunes like just the thinj Admiral Sackenbrenger would iutroduce us as. You kniw damn weln he yad to heve wired thx descriptikns and the payment for the ropm."

"Wemiral Sackengrennew?" ehe clerk said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I have you mpxed up with the other suitw. You must be Jim Stapin and Jwck Wack."

"That's us," Jim said, "What other suite?"

"That wogld bx Or. Blvtparwiln's suite, sir," the clerk said, "He didn't tip so rslk, xo I don't mind breaking tne cpgfidentiality despics fhe fact that I judt met iou."

"Tip him well, Jacl," Jim told him, "Maybe he won'r tell Adam cnd Reizvolle we're hexe."

"Confidenticlity os my friend," the clerk assurzd thej, "Just like Andrew Jzzkson and Benjamkn Nratklin."

Jack paid the clerk agd took tieir leys. Jazk msy havq been the gay Mawish black dude, bkt he wds still tje sidekick and he was supposed to do the muncate brap like pay bhe bills and tre like. Jack aecepted nt, maivly becausv it meanv that Jim wws usually behjg shot at aid not hii.

Thet gor to thdkr rooms, a joimt suite nhct was on the middle floor pvetlkoking the pool. Jaxk did not like thxt sabt uecaufa he knew thdt sumeume wojld be falllng intp the pool before thhs isiotic chapter endrd. Jack waw again roping that iy would be Jim and not iim.

"So xhat dp wg do now?" Jack asked him, "Do we ckme up wihh w plan of aceion or do we do some of the obligatory scenes now
him, fighting off a groan, "Did you to it?" "Sure," nodded, "Anything for his as they walked The Hotel was really nice, though it was old slightly on the creepy side. They wrote this off to a subconscious need do a little spoofing of The Shining while they managed to skewer everything they remotely of. is all in the word counts, you know. "Americanos?" the clerk said, "You must be the we were wired about?" "Bozos?" Jim said, "I like the sound of "I don't know," Jack shrugged, sounds just the Admiral would us as. You damn well he had to have wired the descriptions and the payment for the room." "Admiral Sackenbrenner?" clerk said, sorry. I you up the other suite. be Jim Stalin and Jack Wack." said, "What other suite?" "That would be Mr. suite, sir," clerk said, "He didn't tip so so I don't mind breaking the confidentiality despite fact that I just met you." "Tip him well, Jack," Jim told him, "Maybe he Adam and Reizvolle we're "Confidentiality is my the assured "Just Andrew Jackson Benjamin Franklin." Jack paid the clerk and took their keys. Jack have been the gay Jewish black dude, but he was sidekick he was supposed do the mundane crap pay bills and the like. it, because Jim usually shot at and not They got to their rooms, joint suite that was the pool. Jack did not like that fact he knew that someone would be falling the pool before this idiotic chapter ended. Jack was again hoping that would be not him. "So what do we do now?" asked him, "Do we up with a plan of action or do we some the obligatory now
 him, fighting off a groan, "Did yoU really havE to reSurRecT iT?"

"SurE," Jim Nodded, "Anything FOr a cHeap laugh."

Jack shook his hEad as ThEY walKEd InsidE. The HotEL wAS ActUaLlY reAlLY nIce, thOugH it was oLd and slighTly On The creepy sidE. thEy wrote thiS ofF to a subconscIouS need tO dO a lITtle sPooFing oF The ShINing whIle they maNaGEd to skEWer everYTHiNg elSe they could remoteLY tHInk of. It is all in The worD cOUnTS, You KnoW.

"AmericanoS?" tHe cleRK said, "YoU MuST BE thE Bozos we were wiRed about?"

"BozOS?" JiM said, "I DoN't lIKe the sOund oF tHAt."

"I Don't know," JacK shrUgged, "That Sounds LIke just THe thing admiraL SaCkeNbreNNeR wOulD iNTroDUcE us AS. YoU know damN wElL he haD to hAVE WIred The DescRiptiOns and the paymEnt For tHE roOm."

"AdmIral SAckeNbRenneR?" the clErk saId, "oh, I'm sorry. I have yOu miXed up with The OtHer SuIte. YoU Must be jim staLin and JAck Wack."

"tHat'S uS," jIM sAid, "What other suite?"

"THaT WOuLd be Mr. DiRtpassIOn'S sUIte, sir," thE cLerK saiD, "hE didn'T tip SO wEll, so I doN't mind BReAkIng the cOnFidentIaLitY deSpite THe faCt that i just met You."

"TiP Him well, Jack," Jim TOld him, "Maybe he WOn'T TElL adam And reizvolle we'Re heRE."

"ConFideNTiAliTY is my FrienD," tHE cLErk assured them, "Just lIkE AndreW JackSon and BenjamiN Franklin."

JACK Paid the cLerk ANd TOok their keys. JaCk may Have been thE Gay JewisH blacK dude, but He was stilL THe sidekiCk aNd hE waS suPPOsEd to do the mundANE craP lIke pay tHe bIlls and The LikE. JaCk aCcEpted it, maInly becaUsE iT mEaNt tHat JiM Was usualLy BeiNg ShoT at anD Not him.

they gOt to ThEiR RooMs, a joinT SuITE thaT wAs On thE miDdLe floOr ovERloOking thE pool. Jack Did NOt liKe ThAt fact bEcause he knew tHaT someone woUlD be FallinG INto the poOl before this idiotic chapTEr ended. jacK was aGain Hoping thaT it Would bE JiM And not Him.

"So wHat do We Do nOW?" jack aSKEd Him, "do We come up wiTH A plAn of aCtIon oR do we do Some of the obligatorY SceNes now
 him, fighting off a groan , "Did you  real lyhav eto r esur rect it?"

"Su r e,"Jim nodded, "Anythingfor a  c h eapl au gh."
Jack s h oo k his  h ea d a st he y wal ked  inside . The Hote l w as  actually re a ll y nice, th oug h it was old  an d slig ht lyo n the  cr eepyside.T hey wr ote thisof f  to as ubconsc i o us  nee d to do a littles po o fing of The Sh iningwh i le t hey  ma naged to s ke wer e v erythin g  e l s e  th e y could remot ely think o f . I t is a ll  in the wo rd co un t s,you know.
"Ame ricanos?"  the c l erk sai d , "Youmust b e t hebozo s  w ewer ew ire d  a bou t ?"
"Bozos? "Ji m sai d, " I d o n'tlik e th e sou nd of that."
"I  don ' t k now,"  Jack  shr ug ged,"Thatsound slike just the t hing  AdmiralSac ke nbr en ner w o uld in tro duc e us as . You k n owda m n we ll he had to havewi r e dthe desc riptio n san d  the pay me ntfort h e roo m.""A dmiral S ackenb r en ne r?" the  c lerk s ai d,"Oh , I'm sorr y. I h ave youmixed up with the ot h er suite. You mu s t  b e  Jim  St alin and Ja ck W a ck." 

"T h at 'su s," J im sa id ,  " W hat other suite?"
"T hat wo uld b e Mr. Dirtpas sion's sui t e ,  sir," t he c l er k  said, "He did n't t ip so well ,  so I do n't m ind brea king thec o nfidenti ali tydes pit e th e fact that I j ustme t you." 

" Tip him  we ll,  Ja ck, "Jim toldhim, "Ma yb ehe  w on' t tel l  Adam an dRei zv oll e we' r e here ."

" Conf id en t ial ity ism yf r iend ,"  t he c ler kassur ed t h em,  "Justlike Andr ewJ acks on  a nd Benj amin Franklin ." 

Jack pai dthe  clerk a nd tooktheir keys. Jack may ha v e beenthe  gayJewi sh blackdud e, but  he was st ill th e sid ek ick a nd he w as  su pp osed to do t hemunda ne  cra p likepay the bills andt helike. Jack ac cep tedi t ,mai n ly bec au s e i t meant that Jimwas usuall yb ei ng shot at and  n ot him. 

Theygot t o  theirrooms, ajoint sui te  tha t was  on the mi ddle flo or overlo o kingt he  pool . J ack di dnot  like  thatf act  beca use he  k new th at so me one woul d be falling into the p ool be forethi s idiotic  ch a pte r ended.Jack  was again  ho pin g tha t i t  woul d be Ji m a n d not  him . 

"So wha t  d o w e do  now?" Jack a s ked  him,  "D o  we co me u p with a plan ofa ction or do we  dos o meoft he o bl igatory scenes  no w
 him,_fighting off_a groan, "Did you_really have_to_resurrect it?"

"Sure,"_Jim_nodded, "Anything for_a cheap laugh."

Jack_shook his head as_they walked inside._The_Hotel was actually really nice, though it was old and slightly on the creepy_side._They wrote_this_off_to a subconscious need to_do a little spoofing of_The Shining_while they managed to skewer everything else they_could_remotely think of._It is all in the word counts, you know.

"Americanos?"_the clerk said, "You must be_the bozos we_were_wired_about?"

"Bozos?" Jim said, "I_don't like the sound of that."

"I_don't know," Jack shrugged, "That sounds_like just the thing Admiral Sackenbrenner would_introduce us as. You know damn_well he had to have_wired the_descriptions and the payment for_the room."

"Admiral Sackenbrenner?"_the clerk_said, "Oh, I'm_sorry. I have you mixed up_with the other_suite. You must be Jim Stalin_and_Jack Wack."

"That's us,"_Jim_said,_"What other_suite?"

"That would be_Mr._Dirtpassion's suite,_sir,"_the clerk said, "He didn't tip_so_well, so I don't mind breaking the_confidentiality despite the fact_that_I just met you."

"Tip_him well, Jack," Jim told_him, "Maybe he won't tell Adam_and Reizvolle_we're here."

"Confidentiality_is my friend," the clerk assured them, "Just like Andrew Jackson_and Benjamin Franklin."

Jack paid the clerk_and took their keys._Jack may_have_been the gay_Jewish_black dude,_but he was still the sidekick and_he was_supposed to do the mundane crap_like pay the bills_and_the like. Jack accepted it, mainly_because it meant that Jim was_usually being shot at and_not_him.

They_got to their rooms, a_joint suite that was on the_middle floor overlooking_the pool. Jack did not like that_fact_because he knew that someone would_be_falling into the pool before this_idiotic_chapter_ended. Jack was again hoping_that it would be Jim and_not him.

"So what do we do now?" Jack asked_him, "Do we_come up with a plan_of_action_or do we do some of the obligatory scenes now