"I love it when a plan comes together."
-Hannibal
So there was this big "welcome back" party last night here in Dresden.
Something we should all know before I continue this story, is that since I
really dislike dancing at the clubs, I get brought along primarily for my
charming smile, and imposing bodyguarding abilities.
There was a time last night when one of our friends, Lilly, just
disappeared with this German guy who had been obviously trying to work
some sort of GDR magic. I gave it about ten minutes, and then decided it
was time to enact a plan of reconnaisance.
Tom and I headed downstairs, as he likes dancing about as much as I do,
and we quickly spotted Lilly with her back to us. Not being sure
if our presence would be felt as intrusion, but definitely noticing the
hand that the German guy had firmly planted on her hind quarters, Tom
decided to circle around the back so as to get visual affirmation.
Just as Tom got the ok to move, wouldn't you know, the crazy German guy
had a wingman. Tom was quickly deflected, and it became obvious that it
was time to pull some WMD on those punks. Enter spacemonkies.
John and I stepped into the Fray, the enemy bugged out almost immediately,
and the day was won. In the great words of the movie Tron, "End of
Line", biatch.
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