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Tucked nicely away in his cardboard box he called a home in a dark, wet back-alley, the hobo thought himself quite safe, and removed the orange delights from his pocket, ready to feast like a king.
Then, there was a knock at his door-flap. He looked out to see 4 men, dressed in black and wearing shades, pointing guns at the poor man. The hobo was frozen stiff from shock at this sight, and merely trembled in quietness.
"Give us the bag, old man...or you will surely suffer our wrath!"
"What have I to live for, except this bag of joy?!"
The old man muttered. Not satisfied, the four men opened fire on the poor hobo, putting him out of his misery.
"Let's get this back to the boss, before somebody comes looking for it!"
With that, they made their way back to the secret hide-out
[ 11-14-2001: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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