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earlier on
Jambi...
...Who got him, we got him, who got him, we got him, who's bad, we bad,
who's bad, I'm bad, who got him, I got him... |
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I
wouldn't worry about it, Ms Rice. Everyone is so happy that we finally got
the bad guy, I doubt they'll even notice how bad Jambi's dancing is. |
Pretty
damn amazing... |
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I'm
not talking about his damn dancing, Condi. I'm talking about the fact that
Jambi was able to pinpoint Zarqawi's location right down to the meter. |
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Thank
God for our friends in Peru. |
So,
what does this all mean, Reese? I thought that once Jambi changed bodies
with the president, he no longer retained any of his Genie powers. |
Mmm... |
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Big
time mumbo jumbo. |
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Then
we've somehow got to keep him riding on that party train. |
I'll
volunteer for that mission! |
...later... Hey,
it's Peewee! How ya doin, Peewee? |
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Remote
viewing? Sounds like a big barrel of laughs. But first let me ask you a
couple of questions about the old Playhouse gang. Whatever happened to that
guy I used to like - Cowboy Curtis? |
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So
he wasn't a real cowboy? |
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What
about Captain Carl? |
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So
the Playhouse was nothing but a pack of lies? None of the people were real? |
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And
you? Were you a phoney as well? |
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Then
why are you wearing the Peewee suit? |
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The
bastards! |
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It's your old arch-enemy, Osama bin Laden. Clear your mind and see if you can visualize where he's hiding at. |
I
see... I see a mountain top... There is a ridge... which leads to a nook and
a cranny... kind of like a Thomas's English muffin, but with trees... |
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Here's a picture of your wife. She's been out of town for a couple of days. I want you to focus, and see if you can tell me where she is and what she's doing. |
I
don't see any... Whoa, wait a second... I'm spinning... I, no I'm flying,
it's like I'm above the earth... |
...I'm
hovering over America.... it looks like... it is... it's the east coast.
Damn, I wish I could read the small print... |
Hey!
I'm entering Jersey! |
This
all looks strangely familiar somehow... |
Wait!
I think... I see Laura... She's in an office... Not a real nice one, like
mine... but it's an office... |
She
looks like she's mad about something... I don't know what... I can't hear
the voices, but I can tell that she's talking to someone... |
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to be continued |
©2006, Mark Hoback