ridiculously incompetent fan-fiction of a sort
Posted by: Anonymous User (---.albyny.adelphia.net)
Date: June 19, 2003 12:02AM
"where are we?" i asked, looking around at the rather drab interior of what looked like an old Victorian house. Tweed, who had been momentarily stunned by this wholly unexpected turn of events, looked around in a dazed fashion.
"right now," he said slowly, "i'd say it's anybody's guess where we are." He glanced over at the nondescript man in a bowler hat who was huddled up in a corner as if he were trying to merge himself with the peeling wallpaper. "well, mr. anybody?"
mr. anybody just shook his head miserably.
ok, now time to compare this admittedly bad scrap of forgery into the VMA? or just confiscate and burn it....
toodles