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- From: cjo@ukc.ac.uk (C.J.Ojeda)
- Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
- Subject: Inter-racial tension
- Message-ID: <863@hobby.ukc.ac.uk>
- Date: 28 Jul 92 10:55:41 GMT
- Reply-To: cjo@ukc.ac.uk (Cesar? )
- Organization: Nepotism and Sons.
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- Twenty stories up they stand on a ledge. Even though the ledge is only half a
- foot wide they have no need for safety harnesses, nothing can touch them here.
- 'Hey Felonious, there he is!' The obvious leader of the pair directs his
- companion's eye to the distant form of their enemy. 'Look, just behind the red
- car, he'll come out in a moment. There! See him? Right there, near the corner
- by the newsagents. The cocky bastard's just sat there out in the open, acting
- like he owns the street.'
- 'Got him Chief. We take him out now?' No trace of fear.
- 'Of course. Hang on! He's moving. No he's just checking out something on the
- floor.'
- Below, the enemy moves with feline grace to investigate a strange object on
- the floor. Delicately he prods it, nothing happens, he loses interest and
- turns back to resume his watch on the street.
- 'Right, this is it Felonious, ready?'
- 'Sure Chief. He's got it coming to him this time.'
- The pair step off the ledge.
- Twenty stories below the enemy looks up and sees them heading towards him
- in a slightly erratic path.
- Damn, the cat thinks, those pidgeons have been at the whisky again.
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- Cesar
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