tyler wrote:
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Ahh yes, the ubiquitous Agent 653... corporate defender of the supposed underdog proletariat.
I believe Mark Clark is still seeking damage royalties from that \"incident\" back in '92. I have to admit, that witnessing you and his friend in action was quite appalling at the time. But not so appalling to merit mental damages and stomach ulcers 13 years later... well perhaps the merit is there for those who were close friends with your victim.
Just be warned, that ole Clark finally got into the British secret service, and as you've probably feared, they really have it out for the IRA. Oh and speaking of the incident, I heard they got Mr W. Byrd on their team. Yes, the exact same (slightly fatter & stinkier) William Byrd from your revelation/incident back in '92. Can you believe it?! (\"Buh-buh-buh, byrd byrd byrd, Byrd is the word\" .
With all that being said, let me leave you with one final proletariat thought, in my true revolutionary style... \"Fine feet for the people babeee!\"
... \"Dont'chyou know, that Byrd is the word... buh-buh-buh byrd, byrd, byrd...\"<br><br>Post edited by: tyler, at: 2005/11/01 21:59
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Brilliant analysis Mr. Faulkner,
But you should know that I've never been intimidated by any MI-6 agent, and I'm certainly not about to start with Mr. Clark.
Mr. Byrd is a moot point, as 2 years ago he was seduced by two very attractive female cadre belonging to a remnant cell of the Brazilian VPR and summarily executed by the revolutionary agents in his Sao Paulo hotel room. He was found dead and hamstringed there two days later and an autopsy revealed the cause of death to have been toxic gas.
Of course, his sister is at large and has vowed revenge. She insists the conspiracy to kill her brother went all the way up to Lula. And as we all know the sister was always more fearsome than the brother. Obviously, her longtime boyfriend, that Greek kid, is assisting her. He is weak, but the acts he commits out of fear of his girlfriend make him dangerous all the same.
But were it not for The Incident in '92, I'm sure we wouldn't be in this predicament to begin with. We were all left either physically or emotionally scarred by that event, and we all have to live with the consequences of it even today.
I'm not trying to assign blame here Tyler (there's surely enough of that to go around), but was it really necessary for you and Mr. Chandras to pull that stunt with the donkey? I feel that may have been the spark for the tragic events to come. Once your priest, Jerry's dad, and Mr. Murray's finger got involved, it seems that's when things really started to spiral out of control on that fateful day.
A lot of funerals, ruined lives, and mental demons can be traced to that day in 1992. I'm not sure whether it's better to analyze how things got so fucked-up or to forget about it altogether.
Post edited by: Agent 653, at: 2005/11/04 11:01
Post edited by: Agent 653, at: 2005/11/04 11:01