GOAT LOCKER HMS SOVEREIGNS’ 

 “Tell me Arliegh Burke eats ostrich eggs.” 

 “Hold on,” the man replied. “I am on a cycle.”

The initial man, some Jew tattooed bedazzling the others name. Out of respect.

This one grabbed the other man’s penis.

 This was an incorrect method of grounding “out” to prevent 

 !TO PREVENT REAL DAY ANNILATION! 

 Two hypodermic sharps pierced the shoulders. 

 “There is sometbistyle=”color:

 Arliegh Burke, I should have written “POE” at the start; here, who is, yet again defined by being a literal King Cobra, tied his Windsor knot.

 “We have a good Marine for you today. Real cloak and dagger. Paul Temple.”

Aaron Sorkin was writing, furiously in AR.

 “Oh, the Hollywood Temples.” 

Shirley. 

For certain.

The radio crackled. A cutting edge military UV-9R, several hundred thousand dollars, no small amount after breaking in Simon the Leasts property taxes’ fourth wall.

   “TYRANT REX actual,” cinched his belt, “TYRANT REX actual.”

Lunch at the office. Again.