30th Inning

[freakinblur]

Okay chuckleheads, listen up once again! If even one of ya sends away fer somethin' on the back of a box top in Mayfield of all goddamn places, yer as thick as a brick! I'm sure the cereal is, like, laced with hallucinogenic drugs or something, that will make ya wanna buy more, an' then suddenly yer broke an' ya have nothin' left but 500 Corn Flake boxes, with no money an' no brain cells left ta speak of. An' then ya send off yer box tops but then they're gonna charge ya like four thousand dollars in "processing fees" 'r whatever, so yer totally hosed.

Come on, I been here long enough Mayfield! Ya gotta try harder than that.

[Scout fiddling with a box can be hear in the background can be heard for a moment.]

Just look at this box! It's friggin' creepy, some kid with an eye patch. 'Sides, I mean, it ain't like they can keep some 'a this shit in a warehouse an' just give it out.... right?

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[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Or maybe they'll charge you your optics, or something.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Take my what? Oh, yeah. Geez, who knows, right? I managed ta get outta the Soviet town with all my limbs intact. I'm sure I can handle this.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Here's hoping we can, anyway.