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ooooo ooooo .oooooo. oooooooooooo HOE E'ZINE RELEASE #776
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888 888 888 888 888 " by Nybar
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In the words of the real estate agent, the apartment is "small, but
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comfortable." Nybar was indifferent to it; just a temporary base of
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operations. Once they found the scepter, they could buy a mansion.
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Nybar was peeling an orange with a knife. Jubjub was seated at the
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kitchen table, next to the waitress (Dawn). Guy and Keith monitored the
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building's comers and goers. Keith and Guy tended to talk a lot less (or at
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least less brusquely) around Nybar after seeing him in action. This suited
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Nybar just fine, but it's never good to have such big egos so paranoid.
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When Nybar, in course of talking to Jubjub, slammed his knife in the table
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as a method of punctuating his speech, they nearly jumped.
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The conversation that caused Nybar to go to this length in his
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gesticulations ran like this:
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"Okay, so we're screwed, the people trying to kill us are in the
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pentagon, they never stop, they never cease, they never desist." This was
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Jubjub.
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"Shut up, Jubjub. Everything is under control, alright? We're
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better off now that we know what we're up against. It's just that we're
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going to need an army. Keith and Guy aren't quite enough to take on THE
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MAN." This, of course, is Nybar.
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"An army? You crazy motherfucker, what do you want us to do? Storm
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the Pentagon?"
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"EXACTLY!--" this was the point where Nybar drove his knife into the
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table "--oh, not to hold it or anything. That would be crazy! Just until
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we have enough information about who is competing with us for the scepter.
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Oh, and it might also be a good idea to kill whomever that may be."
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"Uh, naturally. So, to re-iterate, you plan to hire an army--" a
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pause. Nybar nodded. Jubjub continued "storm the pentagon--" pause, nod,
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continue: "--and in this way, get information about our competitor and
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possibly kill him, or her... or it, or them. Right?" Nybar nodded again,
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and took a bite of his orange.
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"That's ridiculous. Why not simply beat them at their own game, and
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obtain the scepter before they do?" Jubjub finished his stream of questions
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with this pontification. Nybar silently pondered something for a bit, while
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chewing on his orange. The silence became uncomfortable, and finally
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unbearable. Finally, Nybar spoke up.
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"Sometimes, Jubjub, you're useless. You're usually a superb
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calculator, but too much risk and too many calculations shut your brain off.
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Then you go into hibernation. It is while people like you are in waiting
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mode that the true brilliancies occur; these come from the people willing to
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be a little insane if it brings them to their goals. Both the unmarked,
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peasant's graves and the tombs of the high and mighty are filled with the
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bodies of these people. How are we going to beat the United States at a
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game like the one we're playing, the name of which is RESCOURCES? We need
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to take action, our STRATEGY much be superior. So you stay here, baby-sit
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Keith and Guy, talk to the waitress, reflect on my words. I'm going to The
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Amazon Basin to find out about hiring an ARMY. You can reach me on the new
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cell-phone if anything comes up."
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With that, Nybar abruptly stormed out, absent-mindedly tossing the
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rest of his orange into a trash can on the way out. Jubjub would later
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learn that he had ordered tickets to the Amazon basin about the same time as
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Mogel first expressed interest in the project. But at the moment he was
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speechless, though he was constantly expecting outbursts from Nybar.
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"What an asshole, eh?" this is the first question Jubjub had directed
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at Dawn for hours. She was looking rather haggard, but being kidnapped by
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strange people for no ascertainable purpose does that to people.
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"I guess--" Dawn's gag had long ago been removed, it aesthetically
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offended Nybar to have people who hadn't yet disproved their intelligence
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unable to speak in his home. Jubjub hadn't argued the point; he knew the
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need for conversation with someone other then Nybar (who tends to be
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intense) might come up, and Keith and Guy certainly didn't fit the bill. In
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a world where the only person to talk to is the girl you kidnapped...
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"--uh, you seem pretty nice. Would you mind telling me ... just why
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you kidnapped me?" Her tone of voice matched up nicely with how haggard she
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looked, and what she'd been through.
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"Because Nybar is egotistical. When he has a goal, all other humans,
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even me, are just pawns." Jubjub replied, and let her marinate. She took
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longer then necessary, because there were still kidnapper - kidnapee
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boundaries to be discovered.
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"Okay, but is there a more specific reason?"
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"Well... I suppose we're going to have to tell you eventually anyway,
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so I might as well tell you the whole story. This is going to sound pretty
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damn weird, so I'll just spit it out:--" after a barely perceptible glance
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to make sure Keith and Guy were still in the soundproofed monitoring room,
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he continued "okay, one more clarification. This isn't going to sound
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weird. It's going to sound REALLY weird. Here goes:"
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What is the REAL nature of the mess Nybar and Jubjub have gotten
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themselves into? Read the Next Chapter, COMING SOON!
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[ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #776 - WRITTEN BY: NYBAR - 8/2/99 ]
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