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| GPF Archive: Saturday, July 24, 2004 | [Trish is in a room talking with a voice from her computer]
/ Computer: Report, Agent 2478.
/ Trish: I have begun to gain the trust of wellington's associates. I was invited to a party tonight. / Computer: A party? Pleasure before business, Marshall?
/ Trish: On the contrary. I've learned that Barker has returned. / Computer: That complicates matters. What else?
/ Trish: I have confirmed some of Nick's inventiones, and the bioscanner picked up two more life signs than I could account for. / Computer: How... interesting. Did you recognize these biosigns?
/ Trish: Yes My lord. It seems they have counterparts as well...
/ [Trish has an image of a 'Slime mold' on a handheld computer device]
/ Narrator: Hang on Gang! This story isn't finished just yet! http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040724.html |
| GPF Archive: Sunday, July 25, 2004 | [[An Indian doctor stands looking in an observation window]]
/ Akhilesh: My name is Akhilesh Sehgal. I do not suspect you have heard of me. Few outside this hospital know who I am. / [[A view of the doctor's desk]]
/ Akhilesh: I came to America to study medicine, but when I became a Christian, my family disowned me. So I have remained here, and have become a resident doctor in this city. / [[Akhilesh walking down a corridor]]
/ Akhilesh: I have an apartment, such as it is, but I rarely return to it. Most nights, I stay here, in the hospital. It is more home to me than that place. / [[View of Akhilesh and two nurses smiling]]
/ Akhilesh: The nurses joke that my Indian work ethic keeps me here, but I doubt I work any harder than anyone else. I am just more... comfortable here. / [[Akhilesh looking in window again]]
/ Akhilesh: I am alone. An outcast. Yet I am driven to aid those in peril, who cling to life by the thinnest of threads, many of whom will never remember my name. / [[View of a patient in the room with the window]]
/ Akhilesh: Somehow... I suspect you are an outcast as well. I suppose that is how our paths met. Outcasts tend to band together. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040725.html |
| GPF Archive: Monday, July 26, 2004 | [[Akhilesh leans against the wall]]
/ Akhilesh: Perhaps it is irony that a man whose name means "immortal, indestructible" should see death so frequently. One would think I would become numb to its gravity. / [[Akhilesh looks at his hands]]
/ Akhilesh: Every day, I fight valiantly to cheat death and grant some helpless soul another lease on life. And every day, I watch helplessly as a life slips through my fingers. / [[Akhilesh watches over the patient]]
/ Akhilesh: But you were different. *Everything* about you was different. Never have I seen someone fight so hard to live, when giving up would have been so much easier. / [[In a flashback, police are seen carrying someone into the ER, with Akhilesh in the background]]
/ Akhilesh: I will never forget the day you came to us. Even if I wanted to, I could never forget. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040726.html |
| GPF Archive: Tuesday, July 27, 2004 | [[Policeman and Akhilesh stand over the patient]]
/ Akhilesh: The police found you, naked and left for dead, tossed in a dumpster only a few blocks away. No I.D. or distinguishing marks could be found. / [[Akhilsesh works on the patient, with the police looking on]]
/ Akhilesh: There was an obvious bullet wound, but surprisingly little loss of blood. In fact, the wound was almost cauterized. That was when things became truly bizarre. / [[Akhilesh examines the projectile, while police take fingerprints in the background]]
/ Akhilesh: I removed the projectile, but you remained in your coma. Since you appeared stable, the police insisted on getting your fingerprints to try and identify you. / [[Police look startled at the fingerprints]]
/ Akhilesh: That's when we discovered your fingerprints were *changing*, almost every time they were checked. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040727.html |
| GPF Archive: Wednesday, July 28, 2004 | [[A finger with print visible is held up to a form, showing that it doens't match the print left on the form]]
/ Akhilesh: It seemed impossible, but it was true. Your fingerprints, dental and iris patterns, even the shape of your face was changing at an alarming pace! / [[Akhilesh looks through a microscope]]
/ Akhilesh: Since you were stable for the moment, I turned my attention to the projectile. It was unlike any bullet I had ever seen, and I managed to make a fantastic discovery before the police confiscated it as evidence:... / [[View of the patient's blood, with tiny machines visible among the bloodcells]]
/ Akhilesh: The bullet was filled with microscopic machines--nanoprobes--beyond any science I had heard of. By now, trillions of these devices were coursing through your blood stream... / [[Akhilesh looks startled at the limp form of the patient in the next room.]]
/ Akhilesh: and if my hypothesis was correct, they were rewriting your very DNA at the molecular and atomic level! http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040728.html |
| GPF Archive: Thursday, July 29, 2004 | [[Akhilesh looks at the blood]]
/ Akhilesh: My mind raced at the implications. Obviously, someone sought to murder you, and if the bullet did not kill you, the nanoprobes would disassemble you from the inside out! / [[Akhilesh watches the police examining the patient in the next room]]
/ Akhilesh: It was horribly ingenious, I will admit. Even if the corpse were to be found, it would deteriorate to an unrecognizable state far faster than decomposition. The perfect murder. / [[Akhilesh sits at his desk, contemplating the situation]]
/ Akhilesh: All we would eventualy be left with would be a puddle of goo... base chemicals and amino acids. And your murderer would get away... well, with murder. / [[Akhilesh looking determined.]]
/ Akhilesh: There are two things he did not count on, however. You were fighting the infection. And if you would not give up, then neither would I. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040729.html |
| GPF Archive: Friday, July 30, 2004 | [[A pair of tweezers hold up a single strand of hair]]
/ Akhilesh: I managed to find a hair folicle that was still alive (sorry, but your hair was falling out anyway) and used it to isolate your original DNA as best as I could. / [[Akhilesh stands at the shoulder of a female co-worker, as they work on a cure]]
/ Akhilesh: Using this, I replicated it, and submitted it to a friend who works in gene therapy. Together, we devised an experimental procedure to restore your DNA. / [[The patient lays in bed with a drip in her arm]]
/ Akhilesh: But first we had to destroy the nanoprobes, or the therapy would be worthless. I found a form of chemotherapy that seemed to work, although it would dangerously weaken your immune system. / [[Akhilesh kneels beside the patient's bed holding her hand, praying]]
/ Akhilesh: Miraculously, it seemed to work! The probes are disappearing. Maybe we were lucky, but pardon me if I think my prayers had more than a little to do with it. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040730.html |
| GPF Archive: Saturday, July 31, 2004 | [[Akhilesh stands inside the door of the patient's room]]
/ Akhilesh: The police still have not identified you yet. They have your DNA, but it does not match any reported missing person. / [[Akhilesh with his eyes closed]]
/ Akhilesh: Since you have no identity, the hospital refused to pay for your treatment, so I am paying it myself. I saved some for my sister's operation, but once she passed away... well, I am not using it. / [[Akhilesh kneels by the patient's bed and holds her hand]]
/ Akhilesh: You have held on so long, I assume you have *some* reason to fight for life. I want you to know, no matter what it is, I will fight with you, you are not alone. / [[Patient is visible in background, her features fuzzy. In the foreground, a pair of glasses with distinctive trapezoidal rims sits on a table, one lens shattered]]
/ Akhilesh: With God on our side, we are never alone.
/ {{End...?}} http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040731.html |
| GPF Archive: Sunday, August 1, 2004 | [[Nick lets in Nicole. Nicole is there for a meeting with Fred]] / Nick: Hello, Nicole. Time for another legal consultation with Fred? / Nicole: Hello, Nick. Yes. We'll try to stay out of your way. / Fred: Not to worry. This will be our last session, so we'll be out of your way in a bit. / Nicole: Oh, really? I take it you've had a change of plans?
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/ Fred: I've decided not to sue Trent. It's just not worth the hassle. / Nicole: Personally, I'm glad. What brought you to this decision? / Fred: Well, I've talked it over with Dwayne some more, and I think it's something we can work out. Plus there's too much risk involved. A lawsuit could expose Persephone and me to unwanted scrutiny.
/ You'll still get paid, of course... / Nicole: Oh, I'm not worried about that. I thought the risk outweighed your vindication. I'm just glad you finally saw that as well. / [[Meanwhile: Trent enters the Law Offices of Stone, Ullman, Cole, Kaufman, Eastwood, and Roland]] / Trent: When I'm done with that blob of snot, he'll be oozing red ink instead of green slime... / {{Year Six: Habeas Dorkus}} http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040801.html |
| GPF Archive: Monday, August 2, 2004 | [[Ms. Kaufman, a partner in the law firm, is speaking with Trent at the S U C K E & R offices]]
/ Ms. Kaufman: It seems like you have a clear-cut case for libel, Mr. Terrell.
/ Trent: As clear-cut as that fine outfit, Ms. Kaufman. / Ms. Kaufman: However, libel isn't my specialty. I usually handle injury claims.
/ Trent: No sweat. I think you can habeas my corpus any time. / [[Ms. Kaufman and Trent shake hands]]
/ Ms. Kaufman: I think I should hand you off to Mr. Coleman, who handles our slander and libel claims.
/ Trent: If you'd like, we can have dinner, and you can pro my bono afterwards. / [[Ms. Kaufman looks at her hand in disgust, sticking out her tongue as Trent walks away.]]
/ Ms. Kaufman thinks: I didn't think I could find a creature slimier than another lawyer... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040802.html |
| GPF Archive: Tuesday, August 3, 2004 | [[Mr. Cole is speaking with Trent]]
/ Mr. Cole: Ms. Kaufman says you have a strong libel case for us, Mr. Terrell...
/ Trent: Cut and dried, in my opinion. / [[Mr. Cole looks over some documents]]
/ Mr. Cole: So this Mr... Physarum wrote false statements on his web site. And he's a co-worker of yours...?
/ Trent: If you can call it that. / [[Mr. Cole frowns.]]
/ Mr. Cole: Would you care to elaborate on that?
/ Trent: Well, my boss hired it and pays it a salary, but get this; it's a talking slime mold... / [[Three lawyers are laughing at Trent from a window as Trent storms out]]
/ < http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040803.html |
| GPF Archive: Wednesday, August 4, 2004 | [[Trent is sitting in a cafe, thinking, with coffee and a phone book on the table in front of him.]]
/ Trent: [[angrily, thinking]] Grrr... I've been laughed out of four law firms TODAY. None of those idiots take me seriously when I say I want to sue a slime mold! / Trent: [[thinking]] And this blasted burg only has so many firms to begin with. At this rate, getting what I want is next to impossible! Hold on... what's this? / [[Close up of a page in phone book; the number is obscured by Trent's finger]]
/ Phone book page: Do you think getting what you legally deserve is next to impossible? We do the impossible before breakfast! The Law Offices of de la Croix, Edwards, Atlas, & de la Croix. We've never lost a case! / Trent: [[thinking, bemused]] I think it's time for breakfast... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040804.html |
| GPF Archive: Thursday, August 5, 2004 | [[Outside the law office]]
/ Sign: Law offices of de la Croix, Edwards, Atlas, and de la Croix.
/ Secretary's voice: Can I help you, Mr. ... Terrell, is it? / [[Trent looks angry]]
/ Trent: I have an impossible case, and no other law firm will take it. I want to speak to your best lawyer as soon as possible.
/ Secretary: Yes, sir. Down the hall to your left. / [[Trent is outside an office]]
/ Name Plate: M. DE LA CROIX
/ Trent thinks: If these people won't represent me, I'll go back to settlign this with a Super Soaker and some bleach... / [[Trent opens the door, but is surprised as he sees Mercedes de La Croix, her legs seductively resting on her desk]]
/ Trent: Mr. de la Croix, my name is Trrreerrr... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040805.html |
| GPF Archive: Friday, August 6, 2004 | [[Trent looks shaken]]
/ Mercedes: That's an interesting name, Mr. "Trrerrr." But I doubt that's your name more than I'm "Mr." de la Croix.
/ Trent: T-trent Terrell. / [[Mercedes, in a tight red suit with a short skirt, is sitting in a slightly turned office desk chair, her legs resting on her desk.]]
/ Mercedes: Good afternoon, Mr. Terrell. "Mr." de la Croix is my father. _I_ am Mercedes de la Croix. But if you're looking for a ruthless cut-throat lawyer, either of us will respond. / [[Mercedes has a smirk on her face as Trent looks shaken and offended]]
/ Mercedes: Now are you going to come in and shut the door, or shall I call the janitor to mop up your drool?
/ Trent: Er... right. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040806.html |
| GPF Archive: Saturday, August 7, 2004 | [[Trent glares while Mercedes grins]]
/ Trent: You mena to tell me a major sex goddess like you is a _lawyer_?
/ Mercedes: The best darn lawyer in the state. Haven't lost a case yet. / Trent: As young as you are, babe, I'd bet you haven't had _one_ yet.
/ Mercedes: Ninety-nine, which is 99 more than the number of woman I assume you've probably slept with. / [[Trent looks like he's shouting an argument, but no words come out of his mouth. Mercedes has a triumphant grin on her face.]] / [[Trent has a half-smile.]]
/ Trent: Ooh...you're quick _and_ wickedly sharp. I like that.
/ Mercedes: Too bad it isn't mutual, but not everyone can be perfect. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040807.html |
| GPF Archive: Sunday, August 8, 2004 | [[Trent is talking with Mercedes, who is looking at a folder.
/ Mercedes: So over the past several months, youve pointed out to your employer that your coworker's habits threaten the safety of your work environment. / [[Trent is dreaming, Mercedes throws the folder away and opens her jacket]]
/ Mercedes: When you confronted this coworker about his unhealthy actions, he proceeded to attack your character on his highly trafficked web site. / [[Mercedes undoes her bra while Trent looks on, puzzled]]
/ Mercedes: This transcript from his blog is pretty clear; this individual committed libel, although some of it is obviously sarcasm. / [[A naked mercedes is in a grinning Trent's arms, and is starting to undo his tie]]
/ Mercedes: I think we have sufficient justification for a case, and we could pursue this aggressively. / [[Mercedes looks at Trent, puzzled, in reality]]
/ Mercedes: Mr. Terrell? You seem a little glazed over...
/ Trent: Oh, I'm fine. So you think this case will reallly work? / [[Mercedes is dreaming; a big bag of money is where Trent is sitting]]
/ Mercedes: Definitely. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040808.html |
| GPF Archive: Monday, August 9, 2004 | Mercedes de la Croix: Then let's start the paperwork...
/ Trent (apprehensive): There... IS one last detail I think you should be aware of... / [[Miss de la Croix raises an eyebrow.]]
/ Mercedes de la Croix: Yes?
/ Trent: I mentioned this to the other lawyers, and they didn't believe me. I know this seems impossible, but... Frederick Physarum is a slime mold. / [[Miss de la Croix gives Trent a blank stare.]] / Mercedes de la Croix: Is this some sort of "slimy lawyer" joke? You want to set me up with "him?"
/ [[Trent jumps up from his chair in frustration.]]
/ Trent (yelling): IT'S TRUE! http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040809.html |
| GPF Archive: Tuesday, August 10, 2004 | Trent: I'm sick and tired of nobody believing me! But if you want proof. Here it is. / Trent: This picture was taken a couple months ago at a company party. The slime mold is clearly visible on the table. / Mercedes: Where? I don't see it.
/ Trent: Next to the round short guy, in front of the punch bowl. / Mercedes: You mean the green jell-o mold in the shape of an elephant?
/ Trent: It likes to do impressions, fer cryin' out loud! http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040810.html |
| GPF Archive: Wednesday, August 11, 2004 | [[Mercedes De la Croix driving Trent to Nick's apartment building]]
/ Mercedes: Is this little road trip really necessary?
/ Trent: I swear to you the slime mold is real, and by George, I'm gonna prove it. / Trent: Although I'm not going to ask where you got this surplus Russian spy equipment...
/ Mercedes: I told you. I'm ruthless. / Trent: Ok, third floor, end window on the left. The slime mold stays with this little round nerd named Nick.
/ Mercedes (with binoculars): I don't see anything... / [[Nick's apartment window framed by 'binocular lens' shape, Nick looking at Fred to his left.]]
/ Mercedes (Off panel): Wait... that green thing... it MOVED! http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040811.html |
| GPF Archive: Thursday, August 12, 2004 | Mercedes: I'm hearing two distinct voices, but the man's lips only move with one of them...
/ Trent: He has lips? / Mercedes: You know, this could be an elaborate hoax, and your ventriloquist friend could be helping you with his odd gelatinous puppet... / Mercedes: But that doesn't explain why you'd want to sue this thing. That doesn't make sense. If I could just get a better look at it... / Trent: You said it yourself: You're ruthless. I'm sure you can come up with something... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040812.html |
| GPF Archive: Friday, August 13, 2004 | Nick: Can I help you?
/ Mercedes: Hi! I'm sorry to bother you, but my car broke down. May I use your phone? / Nick: Sure. It's right over there.
/ Mercedes: Of course, this WOULD happen on the day I forgot to charge my cell phone... / Mercedes: Is there any chance I could bother you for some water? It's so hot outside...
/ Nick: Sure. Just a minute...
/ [[Fred is hiding behind a box.]] / [[Nick leaves. Mercedes looks toward the box.]] http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040813.html |
| GPF Archive: Friday, August 13, 2004 | Nick: Can I help you?
/ Mercedes: Hi! I'm sorry to bother you, but my car broke down. May I use your phone? / Nick: Sure. It's right over there.
/ Mercedes: Of course, this WOULD happen on the day I forgot to charge my cell phone... / Mercedes: Is there any chance I could bother you for some water? It's so hot outside...
/ Nick: Sure. Just a minute...
/ [[Fred is hiding behind a box.]] / [[Nick leaves. Mercedes looks toward the box.]] http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040813.html |
| GPF Archive: Saturday, August 14, 2004 | [[Nick and Mercedes de la Croix are in his apartment waiting for her tow truck]]
/ Mercedes: Thank you for letting me stay here 'til the tow truck arrives. That's very chivalrous of you.
/ Nick: No problem miss...?
/ Mercedes: Mercedes / [[Fred and Persephone are hiding behind the chair Mercedes is sitting in, whispering. Persephone is moving towards the edge of the chair. Mercedes is off screen]]
/ Mercedes: I Know I'm such a pain...
/ Fred: Persephone! Get back here! Do you want to be seen?
/ Persephone: But she seems nice... / [[Persephone stops moving towards the edge of the chair
/ Mercedes: But can I have some more water?
/ Fred: True, but we don't know her. What do you think might happen if we were...
/ Nick: Sure / [[Mercedes starts crawling towards the back of the chair]]
/ Mercedes: Got to stay hydrated, you know.
/ Fred: Discovered? / {{title text: Habeas Dorkus}} http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040814.html |
| GPF Archive: Sunday, August 15, 2004 | Mercedes: I can see the tow truck down by my car. Thank you so much for being so kind!
/ Nick: Good luck, Mercedes. / Mercedes thinking: So Terrell was right. The slime mold is real, talking and all. And if it talks and thinks for itself, who's to say it couldn't write that blog entry? / Mercedes thinking: But how could we sue a slime mold? It's not a person, so it has no rights, no legal identity. The case could be thrown out quickly. / Mercedes thinking: But maybe that's all it takes. We could argue about its existence, about its employment, about whether it has any rights at all. This thing could go all the way to the Supreme Court. / Mercedes thinking: And there I'll be, right in the middle of it all. It doesn't matter if I win or lose. This case will make me a household name, and I can finally ditch this town for greener pastures... / Trent: Well? Did you see it? Are you convinced yet?
/ Mercedes: You, Mr. Terrell, have a lawyer. http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040815.html |
| GPF Archive: Monday, August 16, 2004 | Dwayne: I'm glad you finally decided to work things out with Trent, Fred.
/ Fred: Ol' needle nose isn't worth the trouble anymore. / Fred: The biggest problem will be getting him to cooperate. I kind of... well, vented about him in my blog.
/ Nicole: If you apologize, I'm sure he'll apologize in turn. / Dwayne: I don't know, Nicole. Trent is a bit hard-headed. Getting him to apologize won't be easy.
/ Fred: We're all mature adults here. I'm sure he'll play fair. / Mercedes: Why play fair when playing dirty is so much more fun...? http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040816.html |
| GPF Archive: Tuesday, August 17, 2004 | Dwayne: Excuse me, miss, but this is a private business. And we are about to conduct an internal meeting.
/ Mercedes: Don't worry. I'll only be a minute. / Mercedes: Well, well. If it isn't Nicole Duncan, champion of lost causes and moot points.
/ Nicole: Mercedes de la Croix. What are you doing here? / Dwayne: You know this person?
/ Nicole: She and I went to law school together. We were in competition for just about everything. / Mercedes: As much as I'd love a trip down memory lane, I'm here on business myself. I'm looking for Fredrick Physarum http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040817.html |
| GPF Archive: Wednesday, August 18, 2004 | Mercedes: Fredrick Physarum is an employee at this company, is he not?
/ Dwayne: He is, but he... called in sick this morning. / Mercedes: Look, I know about the slime mold, so there's no need for excuses.
/ Fred: Fine, I'm here. What do you want? / Mercedes: "Mister" Physarum, I hereby serve you with this summons to appear in civil court to answer for your libelous claims against my client, Trent Terrell. / Mercedes: I could have just let the county clerk deliver it, but I thought this would be more fun.
/ Fred: I was about to ask if his car broke down too... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040818.html |
| GPF Archive: Thursday, August 19, 2004 | Fred: Trent, I came to this meeting to settle this peacefully, not blow this further out of proportion!
/ Mercedes: Excuse me... / Mercedes: You may also notice that my client has obtained a restraining order that does not permit you to speak with or otherwise be near him, lest his health be endangered / Mercedes: Mr. Duncan, my client will require your cooperation by providing him with a work space devoid of this unhealthy individual, at least until this case has been resolved. / Trent: See you in court, snot for brains.
/ Mercedes: Ix-nay on the oating glay... http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040819.html |
| GPF Archive: Friday, August 20, 2004 | Fred: Um, Nicole... I think I'll need your services again...
/ Nicole: Gladly, Fred. / Trent: Heh... Way to go, DLC. Did you see that blob squirm?
/ Mercedes: Cool it, Terrell. You haven't won anything yet. / [[Mercedes blowing a kiss to Nick in passing in front of Ki]]
/ Mercedes: Thanks for letting me stay at your place, sweetie...
/ < http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040820.html |
| GPF Archive: Saturday, August 21, 2004 | Ki: So Trent's suing you for what you said about him in your blog?
/ Fred: Yeah, and Dwayne is making me work from home so I don't "endanger" Trent's health. / Sharon: Gosh, Fred. Is there anything we can do to help you out?
/ Fred: Thanks, but no. I have money to pay Nicole. Moral support might help. / Fooker: Nick and I could raid his apartment again...
/ Nick: Um, no... Although knowing you were a secret agent casts that incident in a new light... / Fred: No, I just need to tough this out. Somehow I get the feeling this is just the start of something even bigger...
/ Narrator: Cue the ominous music, gang! http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040821.html |
| GPF Archive: Sunday, August 22, 2004 | [[Nick's PDA wakes him at 6:00]]
/ Nick: (thinking) Ugh... another restless night. That's several in a row. Why haven't I been sleeping well lately? / [[Nick walks into Fooker sleeping on his couch]]
/ Nick: (thinking) Oh, yeah... that's why... / [[Nick and Fooker are awake, dressed, and eating breakfast]]
/ Nick: Fooker, you're my friend, but you've got to get a new apartment soon.
/ Fooker: Yeah, I know. I'm working on it. / Fooker: I'm supposed to start that new job for Dwayne's friend today, so as soon as I have the cash for a deposit, I'll get an apartment. I'll even take the molds with me. / Nick: I'm surprised you didn't take Sharon's offer to move in with her.
/ Fooker: I thought about it, but I don't want to rush things. I think we need a little time to get comfortable first. / Nick: Wow... that actually sounded mature... and responsible...
/ Fooker: And coming from me. Who'da thunk it? http://www.gpf-comics.com/d/20040822.html |
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