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As the moon rose, Rexi let out a "yip-yip-howl". MIKolbe looked at Rexi with suspicion, checking out his companion for excess fur. Seeing none, the continued on their way to meet the mighty Hassan.

Along the way towards the reclusive Hassan's not-so-secret hideaway, Rexi kept looking at the moon and howling. MIKolbe was perplexed, as the moon was barely a sliver. "Maybe were-coyotes are affected by the new moon," he thought to himself, looking for a bludgeoning instrument in case his greatest fear came true.

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[quote name='rachael' post='1917041' date='Jul 10 2009, 08:27 PM']this is gold. :love:[/quote]
:yes: i can't wait to read what they come up with.

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[quote name='rachael' post='1917050' date='Jul 10 2009, 10:33 PM']i love that kafka isn't writing poetry. :mellow:[/quote]
ha!

I got a real good one coming up next, but I got to go for an hour or so. Will post later :bye:

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[quote name='QuoteMan' post='1917070' date='Jul 10 2009, 10:48 PM']We'll wait in anticipation[/quote]
oh i'm sure you will.

:mellow:

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Rexi, in a wolvish girly voice howls, "You smell that Jason?"

"Smell what."

"The scent I'm picking up is like stale meat. Like a rotting steak that's been sitting out for days."

A little unnerved Mikolbe jolts, "The scent? Since when do you use the word scent? And if it smelled remotely like steak, believe me my mouth would be salivating."

"Wait did you hear that?" yelps Res.

Behold, a battalion of the infected zombies bumble and stumble there way into the street blocking the Strip next to the Treasure Island resort. Undaunted Mikolbe draws his katana and holds it high. Res grabs his crucifix and holy water.

"I will hold them off as long as possible, if I dont make it pay my respects to Hassan," Mikolbe prays.

"Our Lady of Victory Fight!"

Mikolbe charges, holds his breath, then in an instant, a twinkling of an eye bullets spray the streets in an overwhelming frenzy sending echoes into the desert night.

It is Hassan with an AK-47 firing away in psychedelic splendor. A few moments pass and the zombies are mowed to the dust.

The smokes clears and Hassan the Awesome appears like a peacock spreading its feathers.

"Huzzah!"

"Dude what's with the dress and the knife?" says a confused Jason.

"Its called a tunic, and this here is my shiekh which symbolizes my sultanite."

"Uh nice Turban, your highness?" Rexi utters.

"You like it? How about the beard. I thought, what the hell, I might as well look like a real Sultan."

"Welcome to my kingdom of New Vegas, may I lead you back to the harem I have set up at the Luxor for some refreshments and a nights rest my honored guests?"

"Harem?" screaches Res. By this time his hair seems longer than a moment ago. "I'm not going to any harem, that is a mortal sin!"

"Oh come Rex. You can stay in the guest rooms. You'll be fine."

"N-n-no. You cant make me. They have a name for this its coercion and immediate cooperation in evil!!!"

"Well I can shack you up with the eunuchs if it suits you. Now come-on you two must be exhausted." replies Hassan.

But the stress gives way, hair folicles form and fill the pores of Res. Fangs strutt out his mouth. He is transformed. A were-coyote!!!

Hassan raises his AK.

"Wait!" cries Mikolbe. "Res if you're still there dont do this"

Res, his real eyes still shining through his deformed face howls, turns and darts out into the urban wilderness for prey.

Mikolbe takes a breath. "Any merlot back at the Harem?"

"And hummus. The ladies love hummus."

:turban:

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Opening a Merlot, MIkolbe watches Res chase zombies in the desert. He loses count of how many zombies fall under his wrath.

"Um, that's like 58," says Miko.

"I lost track way before that," replies Hassan in between puffs of a Camel [i]Turkish Blend[/i].

"How can we get him back?" asks Miko.

"His utility has never been greater," says Hassan rubbing his chin.

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"This happened to my great-uncle pre-meteor," says a rollerblading Celine Dion. "We only need to drain his hands of their blood, feed him fifty cloves of garlic and let him sleep it off."

"I am [i]not[/i] helping him achieve stigmata!" says MIkolbe. "Dang! Did you see that last tackle?"

"There is one other way. We must slay the coyote who infected him, before Res kills his first human lest Res' condition become irreversible," says Hassan.

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"It's that easy? In that case, we can wait a while. I kind of like the free entertainment--er, protection," commented MIkolbe as he sipped his wine.

"I guess you're right. It's not like there are any other humans alive that are not here," remarked the decadent Sultan.

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