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A Thrilling Tale of Espionage
(With a Dash of Organized Crime) by
Erik
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Gregory Michaels was, and is to this day an idiot. Now
maybe from what you have already heard from this thrilling tale of
espionage (with a dash of organized crime) you would estimate that
Greg is of average intelligence. This, unfortunately for Greg, is most
certainly incorrect. Had Gregory Michaels not been the idiot he was,
and is to this day, his brain would not be drying up of ideas, because
to those people with average, or above average for that matter,
intelligence it is completely and utterly obvious why a gangster just
tried to kill him.
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Bits of newspaper, old cases, were scattered all
around the floor. There was a kitchen, a bathroom, and one bedroom. A
particularly recent newspaper (one week old) was lying open with the
front page on top, displaying the headline, “New York Mobster Jason
Smit (A.K.A. Smitty the Kitty) Goes Into Hiding.” Dust to was caked on
just about everything to the point that a person couldn’t walk within
ten feet of his front door without sneezing. This is the scene in
which Greg’s idiocy first causes a major problem in this thrilling
tale of espionage (with a dash of organized crime). Greg was dozing on
his ragged sofa in his poorly adorned apartment when he heard the
phone ring. This was an unusual occurrence as the last time he
received a phone call was six months ago. He answered with incredible
speed and charisma,
“Hello, welcome to Gregory Michaels’ Private Detective
hotline how may I help you today?”
“Whoa, whoa. Shlow down buddy. Listen I got a little
problem. I got this lost kitty, you know what I mean?” the customer
said putting extreme emphasis on ‘lost kitty,’ “He’s, uh, hiding from
me, you catch my drift?”
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