What was the date? You ask yourself if you were so plumb excited about the opportunity to try-out that you forgot.
You’ve gone back to the Circle K several times since you first saw it, but the flyer has since disappeared.
Rumor around town is that Elliott El Camino took the flyer, and has it posted on his bathroom mirror for maximum motivation.
Elliot El Camino, named after the old chevy that’s been sitting on blocks in his parents yard since he was a sophomore, that he keeps bragging about how bitchen` it will be when he finishes the sanding and repaints it.
Your cousin a couple of counties over said over the phone that an old bus broke down on the highway and had to be towed into Springfield Auto. Rumor is: some hellions were painting the town red while it gets repaired.
You’d go see the scene yourself, except you’ve got no wheels. Neither does Elliott.
So much for summer. So much for your big break.
Leaving the crossroads, you decide to swing by the newsstand. A new issue of Deep Delvers has arrived. #23!
On its maiden patrol, the I.C.U.P.'s newest flagship, the five-hulled Nielsen-class frigate Hung Fury heaves to just off the second-class service causeway of the defunct party barge Inflatable Pub. The Fury throbs with power, its sexa-hexatonic resonance arrays positively thrumming with raw power. Inside the bridge:
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“Then why wasss I awakened at half-passst the third watch to dissscover our shakedown cruise wass being rerouted to the arssse-end of…”
BRRRRAAAAHHHHMMMM!!!
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