"How may I help you?"

Echoman is sitting behind the main desk of his greasy motel.

[continue the story on plz]

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"You can help me get a room, ya punk kid!"

Wheezes John, an 106 year old grandfather of 42.

"Ya stupid whippersnappers.. back in my day, you had to die to go to hell.. Now we just come here."

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RIP -MaDaVentor-. You will be missed.

Echoman notices how ugly the 106 man is. To be mean, he gives the man the keys to the garbage room.

"Enjoy your stay" Mr. Echoman grinned.

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Echoman reclined in his chair, smug in his victory over the old man. However, the grandpa had been serious with his "hell" remark - the motel's grease had caught fire.

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Shut up. I'm GOING to do this whether you like it or not.

"Is that smoke I smell?" questioned Echoman. He then ran to the garbage room.

"Oh MY!" he yelled as he saw the garbage room lit up in flames. He didn't know what to do so he just threw a nearby fire extinguisher into the burning room. It exploded and the body of the old man went flying out. The fire was now gone.

"Crap. What am I going to do with this guy? Should I hide him?"



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"No, you idiot. It'll make it seem like it was on purpose."

Echoman jumps twelve feet in the air. seriously. I measured.

"Dont DO that!"

"Sorry. Anyway, i say we just get the hell out of here and go to vegas. i hear the showgirls are in full bloom if you know what i mean."

"Um...let me think about it....By the way...Who the hell are you."

"Someone who has a tendancy to be in the wrong places at the right time."

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<Dormouse> it's really cute in the way that a sherman tank with a fuzzy steering wheel is cute

The two were on their way out the door when all of a sudden a police officer stopped in to meet his girlfriend. "What is going on here?", the officer asked seeing the man's burned body. Mr. Echoman looked at the man on the floor, then his eyes moved to the man next to him, then to the police officer. "Grease fire", Mr. Echoman proceeded to describe the entire situation, what little he saw of it, to the police officer, obviously leaving out the part about heading to Vegas. After the police officer had left Mr. Echoman turned to ask the man next to him a question but the man had disappeared just as suddenly as he had originally appeared.

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[This message has been edited by DrkJedi82 (edited December 14, 2003).]

"Strange...I thought I was next to a man..hmm.." said Mr Echoman.

Mr. Echoman dragged the dead body outside. He was putting the old man's body into a trashcan when, at the moment, a bus full of nuns drove into the driveway. They witnessed the whole body disposing incident.

"Crap..." said Echoman under his voice.

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One of the nuns screamed to the of her voice.

"Its not what it seems!" said Mr. Echoman in distress.

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