, cool face, cool car and a gay Jewish black dude for a sidekick. What more could you ask for?"

"A plot," J. Simon Ferguson said, "But since I don't think I'm going to get my wish there I guess I'll have to help you advance with what you do have for one."

"Oh yes," Jack said, "Here's the artifact. It is really, really old."

"I see that," Ferguson agreed, "Neolithic in origin, probably supplied by Artifact Synthetic Services for this story. Maybe it was recycled from Indiana Jones too, but that's beside the point."

"Usually is," Jim agreed, "So what can you tell me about it?"

"Not a hell of a lot," Ferguson said, "The author still hasn't bothered to determine just what the hell the Black Fossil is."

"Well this artifact kinda has to tell us something about it," Jack said, coming to Jim's aid, "They killed a pretty blonde chick to get it. Managed to actually piss Jim off a bit. That takes some doing, don't you know?"

"I'm sure," Ferguson said coolly, "Now why do you think this about this innocuous little object?"

"Because they killed Alex and tried to kill me," Jim repeated, "There's another reason?"

"Philistines," Ferguson said derisively, "Very well. Since you aren't going to leave until I examine it and tell you something about it you might as well come on up to my office. I must consult a good book for that."

"Don't tell me this is going biblical," Jack moaned, "I had enough of that at the polls last week..."

"Not that good book you idiot," Ferguson said, "Come on upstairs and I will show you."

The three of them left the party full of people who did not matter to this book and went into the crowded office that belonged to the research team that J. Simon Ferguson funded to keep him with new objects of Neolithic and comedic art. Ferguson went over to the one bookshelf that he knew would have the volume he needed to end this plot advancement section.

"Where's the book?" Jim asked, "On the shelf?"

"Right here," Ferguson said, showing it to them, "Take a good look, you may need to find your own
, cool face, cool car and a gay Jewish black fellow for a buddy. What more could you ask for? " 

 " A plot, " J. Simon Ferguson said, " But since I don't remember I'm go to get my wish there I estimate I'll give birth to help you advance with what you do have for one. " 

 " Oh yes, " Jack said, " Here's the artifact. It is really, very old. " 

 " I see that, " Ferguson agree, " Neolithic in beginning, probably supplied by Artifact Synthetic Services for this story. Maybe it was recycled from Indiana Jones excessively, but that's beside the point. " 

 " Usually is, " Jim agreed, " indeed what can you tell me about it? " 

 " Not a hell of a lot, " Ferguson said, " The writer still hasn't bothered to determine just what the hell the Black Fossil is. " 

 " Well this artifact kinda give birth to tell us something about it, " Jack said, coming to Jim's aid, " They killed a reasonably blond dame to get it. Managed to actually piss Jim off a bit. That takes some doing, don't you know? " 

 " I'm sure, " Ferguson state coolly, " nowadays why do you think this about this innocent short aim? " 

 " Because they killed Alex and tried to kill me, " Jim repeated, " There's another reason? " 

 " Philistines, " Ferguson said derisively, " Very well. Since you aren't going to leave until I test it and tell you something about it you might as well come on up to my office. I must consult a good ledger for that. " 

 " Don't tell me this is going biblical, " Jack moaned, " I had enough of that at the polls concluding week... " 

 " Not that good book you idiot, " Ferguson said, " Come on upstairs and I will usher you. " 

 The three of them left the party full of people who did not count to this book and go into the crowded office that belonged to the inquiry team that J. Simon Ferguson funded to keep him with new objects of Neolithic and comedic art. Ferguson go over to the one bookshelf that he knew would suffer the volume he necessitate to end this plot advancement incision. 

 " Where's the book? " Jim asked, " On the ledge? " 

 " Right here, " Ferguson said, showing it to them, " Take a good look, you may need to find your own
, coll face, cool car and a gxy Jewish black dude fmr a sjdekick. Dhat more could you ask for?"

"A poot," J. Simon Ferguson said, "Bjt since P don't thunk M'm going to get my wish bkere J guevw I'll have to melp you adeance with whad hob do have for one."

"Oh yes," Jack said, "Hewe's the agtifact. It is teallj, wealmj ild."

"I see that," Ferguson agreed, "Neolitiic in origin, ptobably supplied by Artifaft Sjnthetic Services vor this stiry. Iqybe it was fecycled fgmm Indiana Jones too, but that's beside the poinc."

"Usually is," Jum wcreed, "So whet can you tell me about id?"

"Not a nell of a lot," Nerguvon said, "The author stiln hasn't bothered tj determite just what the heol the Tlacn Forwil is."

"Sekl this wrtmfact kinda has to telo us something abouu ie," Jack said, cojing tj Tim's aid, "They killed a pretty blonde chpck fo get it. Managed to acrually piss Jim off a bit. That takes some doing, don't you know?"

"I'm sure," Ferguson sdid ckullv, "Now dyy do you think this about this innocuous littlq onjvct?"

"Because they kllled Alex and trird tp kill me," Jim tepeateb, "Tgere's another reasln?"

"Philiftinew," Fergusog saod derisively, "Very well. Sinxe you aren't toing to leave untnl I examine it snd trll you something about it gou might ad well cojd on up to my ofwicv. I kust consult a good book fjr that."

"Doi't tekl me tfis os goigg biblicap," Jack moaned, "I had enouhh of tvat at the polls last week..."

"Not that good book you idiot," Gesguvon said, "Come on upstairs wnd I will shoc you."

The thred of them meft thx party full of people whm did not matver to thys biok qnd weng into the crowced officv uhat belonted to the researcm teao that J. Simon Fzxgowon funded to leeo hym wmth nqf objects of Neouitfoc ana comedic avt. Wergison went over to tha ons bookshelf that hr hnew wouod have ehe volume he needed to end thid plov advaicemeny sgction.

"Where's the book?" Jim asked, "On the sjeln?"

"Right here," Fqrguwon said, shocing it to them, "Take a good look, you may need to find yout own
, cool face, cool car and a black for a What more could J. Ferguson said, "But I don't think going to get my wish there guess I'll have to help you advance with what you do have for "Oh yes," Jack said, "Here's the artifact. It is really, really old." "I that," agreed, in probably supplied by Artifact Synthetic Services for this story. Maybe it was recycled from Indiana Jones but that's beside the point." "Usually is," Jim "So what can you me about it?" "Not a of lot," Ferguson "The still bothered to determine what the hell the Black Fossil is." "Well this artifact kinda has to tell us something about Jack said, Jim's aid, killed pretty chick to get to actually piss Jim off a some doing, don't you know?" "I'm sure," Ferguson coolly, "Now do you think this about this little object?" "Because they killed Alex and tried kill me," Jim repeated, "There's another reason?" "Philistines," Ferguson said derisively, "Very well. Since you to leave until I it and tell something it might well come up to my office. I must consult a good book for "Don't tell me this is going biblical," Jack moaned, "I of at the polls week..." "Not that good you Ferguson said, "Come on I show of left party full of people did not matter to this and went into the the research team that J. Simon Ferguson funded keep him with new objects of Neolithic comedic art. Ferguson went over to the one bookshelf that he knew have the needed to end this plot advancement section. "Where's book?" Jim asked, "On shelf?" "Right here," Ferguson said, showing it to them, a look, you need to find own
, cool face, cool car and a gay JewIsh black duDe for A siDekIcK. WhaT morE could you ask foR?"

"a ploT," J. Simon Ferguson said, "But Since i dON't thINk i'm goiNg to get MY wISH thErE I GueSs i'Ll Have tO heLp you adVance with wHat YoU do have for onE."

"oh Yes," Jack saiD, "HeRe's the artifaCt. IT is reaLlY, reALly olD."

"I sEe thaT," FerguSOn agreEd, "NeolithIc IN origiN, ProbablY SUpPlieD by Artifact SyntheTIc sErvices for this Story. MAyBE iT WAs rEcyCled from InDiAna JoNEs too, buT ThAT'S BesIDe the point."

"UsuAlly is," Jim agREed, "so what CaN yoU Tell me About It?"

"nOt a Hell of a lot," FErguSon said, "ThE authoR Still haSN't botheRed to dEteRmiNe juST wHaT thE hELl tHE BLacK fosSil is."

"WelL tHiS artiFact KINDA has To tEll uS someThing about it," JAck Said, COmiNg to JIm's aiD, "TheY kIlled A prettY blonDe Chick to get it. ManAged To actuallY piSs jim OfF a bit. tHat takEs sOme Doing, doN't you knOW?"

"I'm SuRE," fErGuson said coolly, "Now WhY DO yOu think tHis aboUT tHiS InnocuouS lIttLe obJECt?"

"BecAuse THeY killed ALex and TRiEd To kill mE," JIm repeAtEd, "THerE's anoTHer rEason?"

"PHilistinEs," FerGUson said derisiVEly, "Very well. SiNCe YOU aREn't gOinG to leave untIl I eXAminE it aND tEll YOu somEthinG aBOuT It you might as well comE oN up to mY offiCe. I must consulT a good book FOR That."

"Don't Tell ME tHIs is going bibliCal," JaCk moaned, "I hAD enough oF that At the polLs last weeK..."

"nOt that goOd bOok You IdiOT," feRguson said, "ComE ON upsTaIrs and I WilL show yoU."

ThE thRee Of tHeM left the pArty full Of PeOpLe Who Did noT Matter to ThIs bOoK anD went INto the CrowdEd ofFiCe THat BelongeD To THE resEaRcH teaM thAt j. SimoN FerGUsoN funded To keep him WitH New oBjEcTs of NeoLithic and comeDiC art. FergusOn WenT over tO THe one booKshelf that he knew would haVE the volUme He neeDed tO end this pLot AdvancEmeNT sectiOn.

"WherE's the BoOk?" JIM Asked, "oN ThE shElF?"

"Right here," fERguSon saId, ShowIng it to Them, "Take a good look, yOU maY need to find yoUr oWn
, cool face, cool car anda gay Jewi sh bl ack  du de  for  a s idekick. Whatm orecould you ask for?"

" A plo t, "  J.S im on Fe rgusons ai d ,  "B ut  s inc eI  d on'tthi nk I'mgoing to g etmy  wish thereI  g uess I'llhav e to help yo u a dvance  w ith whatyou  do h ave fo r  one." 

"Oh yes ," Jack s a id, "He r e 's  the  artifact. It isr ea l ly, really old ."

"I  s e et h at, " F erguson ag re ed, " N eolithi c  i n o rig i n, probably s upplied byA rti fact S yn the t ic Ser vices  f o r t his story.Mayb e it wasrecycl e d fromI ndianaJonestoo , b ut t h at 's  be si d e t h epoi n t." 

"Usual ly  i s," J im a g r e e d, " Sowhat  canyou tell me a bou t it ? "
"Nota hel l of  a  lot, " Ferg usonsa id, "The author  sti ll hasn't  bo th ere dto de t ermine  ju stwhat th e hellt heBl a c k  F ossil is."

"Wellth i s  a rtifactkindah as  t o  tell us  s ome thin g about  it, "  J ack said , comi n gto  Jim'sai d, "Th ey  ki lle d a p r etty  blond e chickto ge t  it. Managed t o  actually pis s  J i m  o f f abit . That take s so m e do ing, do n't you k now?" 
" I' m  sure," Ferguson sa id  cooll y, "N ow why do you  think thi s a bout thi s in n oc u ous little obj ect?" 

"Because they kil led A lex andtried tok i ll me,"Jim  re pea ted , "T here's anothe r reas on ?"

"Ph ili stines, " F erg uso n s ai d derisiv ely, "Ve ry  w el l.  Si nce y o u aren't  g oin gtoleave untilI exa mine  i ta ndtell yo u  s o m ethi ng  a bout  it  y ou mi ghta s w ell com e on up t o m y  off ic e.  I must  consult a go od  book forth at. "

"Do n ' t tell m e this is going biblica l ," Jack  mo aned,  "Ihad enoug h o f that  at the po lls la st we ek ... " 
"Not t ha t g oo d book you i dio t," F er guso n said,  "Come on upstairs and  I will showyou ."
T h ethr e eo f t he m  le f t  the party full  of people  w h odid not ma t ter  t o thisbook an d wen t  into t he crowde d officeth at b e l ong ed to theresearch  team tha t  J. S i mo n Fer gus on fun de d t o kee p himw ith  newobject sof Neo lithi cand come dic art. Ferguson wentover t o the  on e bookshe lft hat  he knewwoul d have the  vo lum e henee d ed to  end th isp lot a dvan c ement sec t io n." Wh ere's the b o o k ?"Jim a ske d , "Ontheshelf?"

"Right h e re," Fergusonsaid , sho win g  itto  them, "Take a  go od l ook, you  m ay need tofind you ro wn
, cool_face, cool_car and a gay_Jewish black_dude_for a_sidekick._What more could_you ask for?"

"A_plot," J. Simon Ferguson_said, "But since_I_don't think I'm going to get my wish there I guess I'll have to_help_you advance_with_what_you do have for one."

"Oh_yes," Jack said, "Here's the_artifact. It_is really, really old."

"I see that," Ferguson agreed,_"Neolithic_in origin, probably_supplied by Artifact Synthetic Services for this story. Maybe_it was recycled from Indiana Jones_too, but that's_beside_the_point."

"Usually is," Jim agreed,_"So what can you tell me_about it?"

"Not a hell of a_lot," Ferguson said, "The author still hasn't_bothered to determine just what the_hell the Black Fossil is."

"Well_this artifact_kinda has to tell us_something about it,"_Jack said,_coming to Jim's_aid, "They killed a pretty blonde_chick to get_it. Managed to actually piss Jim_off_a bit. That_takes_some_doing, don't_you know?"

"I'm sure,"_Ferguson_said coolly,_"Now_why do you think this about_this_innocuous little object?"

"Because they killed Alex and_tried to kill me,"_Jim_repeated, "There's another reason?"

"Philistines,"_Ferguson said derisively, "Very well._Since you aren't going to leave_until I_examine it_and tell you something about it you might as well come_on up to my office. I_must consult a good_book for_that."

"Don't_tell me this_is_going biblical,"_Jack moaned, "I had enough of that_at the_polls last week..."

"Not that good book_you idiot," Ferguson said,_"Come_on upstairs and I will show_you."

The three of them left the_party full of people who_did_not_matter to this book and_went into the crowded office that_belonged to the_research team that J. Simon Ferguson funded_to_keep him with new objects of_Neolithic_and comedic art. Ferguson went over_to_the_one bookshelf that he knew_would have the volume he needed_to end this plot advancement section.

"Where's the book?" Jim_asked, "On the_shelf?"

"Right here," Ferguson said, showing_it_to_them, "Take a good look, you may need to find_your own