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fandomtownies2010-01-23 03:00 pm
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The Docks, Saturday
Jack had woken up to being strangled with a tiny little home-made fishing pole, so he had a pretty good idea where the fake gremlins had come from. And he knew one thing for certain: he COULD NOT let any of the monsters get wet.
Which is why he was down at the docks, P90 in hand, trying to defend the ENTIRE CHESAPEAKE BAY from the nasty little buggers.
He wouldn't be half so worried if he knew they didn't actually like getting wet, but still.
Which is why he was down at the docks, P90 in hand, trying to defend the ENTIRE CHESAPEAKE BAY from the nasty little buggers.
He wouldn't be half so worried if he knew they didn't actually like getting wet, but still.