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Mar 19, 2017 17:05:12 GMT
Post by Z-Whales on Mar 19, 2017 17:05:12 GMT
This is an archived version of Con's classic well-known awesome story "We Lost Lowery," which, fortunately, he finished right before the MBs closed down. Here's the beginning (By the way, one of the best parts of the whole thing is my name being the first word in the whole story. ) : We Lost Lowery
A JW Story
Z-whales dropped his voice a couple octaves. “And now presenting the candidate introductions for the 2016 election on Isla Nublar!”
Mirak gave him an unimpressed half-lid stare. “We’re announcing a TV presentation, not a circus show.”
“We’re on the fantastic island of Isla Nublar, everything here is a circus!” Z-whales grinned widely, showing an array of slightly-dirty-from-supper teeth, and then took a big sip out of his Stegsaurus Steakhouse Slushie.
“You’re a nuisance, that’s what you are.” Mirak leaned heavily on his elbow, his face long. “Anyways, folks, here’s our first candidate-”
“CHARLIE THE VELOCIRATPOR!!!! TO YOUR FEET, FOLKS, FOR OUR ONLY DINOSAUR CONDIDATE!!!!” Z-whales climbed atop his seat, and waved a banner, which happened just to show the Jurassic World logo, since it’s not wise for an announcer to choose a side. Z-whales isn’t normally wise, but he was showing a slight streak of genius right now.
“Well, Mr. Velociraptor, how does it feel to be a contestant for the seat of power on Isla Nublar?” Mirak asked, in a slightly tired voice.
“Grawr.” Charlie snapped his teeth.
“Uh, he said that it’s an honor, and that he’s going to have to make the chair bigger when he wins.” Zerotiki, Charlie’s campaign manager dashed on stage, seeing that his candidate needed a translator.
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Mar 21, 2017 20:52:51 GMT
Post by TheGreatCon on Mar 21, 2017 20:52:51 GMT
This is an archived version of Con's classic well-known awesome story "We Lost Lowery," which, fortunately, he finished right before the MBs closed down. Here's the beginning (By the way, one of the best parts of the whole thing is my name being the first word in the whole story. ) : We Lost Lowery
A JW Story
Z-whales dropped his voice a couple octaves. “And now presenting the candidate introductions for the 2016 election on Isla Nublar!”
Mirak gave him an unimpressed half-lid stare. “We’re announcing a TV presentation, not a circus show.”
“We’re on the fantastic island of Isla Nublar, everything here is a circus!” Z-whales grinned widely, showing an array of slightly-dirty-from-supper teeth, and then took a big sip out of his Stegsaurus Steakhouse Slushie.
“You’re a nuisance, that’s what you are.” Mirak leaned heavily on his elbow, his face long. “Anyways, folks, here’s our first candidate-”
“CHARLIE THE VELOCIRATPOR!!!! TO YOUR FEET, FOLKS, FOR OUR ONLY DINOSAUR CONDIDATE!!!!” Z-whales climbed atop his seat, and waved a banner, which happened just to show the Jurassic World logo, since it’s not wise for an announcer to choose a side. Z-whales isn’t normally wise, but he was showing a slight streak of genius right now.
“Well, Mr. Velociraptor, how does it feel to be a contestant for the seat of power on Isla Nublar?” Mirak asked, in a slightly tired voice.
“Grawr.” Charlie snapped his teeth.
“Uh, he said that it’s an honor, and that he’s going to have to make the chair bigger when he wins.” Zerotiki, Charlie’s campaign manager dashed on stage, seeing that his candidate needed a translator.
So, are you just archiving the story parts here, or actually going to post all the chat?
Oh, wait, I think I already know the answer...
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Post by Z-Whales on Mar 22, 2017 0:32:39 GMT
This is an archived version of Con's classic well-known awesome story "We Lost Lowery," which, fortunately, he finished right before the MBs closed down. Here's the beginning (By the way, one of the best parts of the whole thing is my name being the first word in the whole story. ) : We Lost Lowery
A JW Story
Z-whales dropped his voice a couple octaves. “And now presenting the candidate introductions for the 2016 election on Isla Nublar!”
Mirak gave him an unimpressed half-lid stare. “We’re announcing a TV presentation, not a circus show.”
“We’re on the fantastic island of Isla Nublar, everything here is a circus!” Z-whales grinned widely, showing an array of slightly-dirty-from-supper teeth, and then took a big sip out of his Stegsaurus Steakhouse Slushie.
“You’re a nuisance, that’s what you are.” Mirak leaned heavily on his elbow, his face long. “Anyways, folks, here’s our first candidate-”
“CHARLIE THE VELOCIRATPOR!!!! TO YOUR FEET, FOLKS, FOR OUR ONLY DINOSAUR CONDIDATE!!!!” Z-whales climbed atop his seat, and waved a banner, which happened just to show the Jurassic World logo, since it’s not wise for an announcer to choose a side. Z-whales isn’t normally wise, but he was showing a slight streak of genius right now.
“Well, Mr. Velociraptor, how does it feel to be a contestant for the seat of power on Isla Nublar?” Mirak asked, in a slightly tired voice.
“Grawr.” Charlie snapped his teeth.
“Uh, he said that it’s an honor, and that he’s going to have to make the chair bigger when he wins.” Zerotiki, Charlie’s campaign manager dashed on stage, seeing that his candidate needed a translator.
So, are you just archiving the story parts here, or actually going to post all the chat?
Oh, wait, I think I already know the answer... Just the story. I'm not sure what answer you were expecting, but, there you go.
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Mar 25, 2017 16:05:23 GMT
Post by Z-Whales on Mar 25, 2017 16:05:23 GMT
“What else does he plan to do if he wins?”
“Rrrrrrrrrr.”
“Not if. When.” Zerotiki announced proudly. “And he swears to abolish the Stegosaurus Steakhouse and the eating of any dinosaur-”
“BOO!” Boomer, the manager of the Stegosaurus Steakhouse, called.
“GROWR.” Charlie fixed him with one beady eye, and hopped forward.
Zerotiki quickly stepped in-between his raptor and the crowd. “And, uh, he swears that he will do his best to eliminate the Tarantula Flu.”
Charlie gave Zerotiki a look that appeared to say: “You’re ruining my campaign.”
“Well, you started it.” Zerotiki retorted.
“On to our next contestant-” Mirak watched as Zerotiki dragged Charlie into the back.
“GRAY!!!!” Z-whales jumped up on the table, but then had to retreat down as Mirak started shaking it.
“Hey, where is he?” Mirak stopped shaking the table, and Z-whales made good his opportunity to make bunny ears behind Mirak in retribution.
“Sorry guys!” Gray dashed onto the stage, looking a bit like a penguin in his suit. “Lost track of time back there, playing games.”
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Mar 25, 2017 20:26:47 GMT
Post by ZeroT on Mar 25, 2017 20:26:47 GMT
#CharlieForPresident And Charlie's still mad at me for ruining his campaign... (Charlie's sitting across the room giving me a disappointed stare)
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Post by LegoAgentFigure on Dec 2, 2017 4:53:05 GMT
“What else does he plan to do if he wins?”
“Rrrrrrrrrr.”
“Not if. When.” Zerotiki announced proudly. “And he swears to abolish the Stegosaurus Steakhouse and the eating of any dinosaur-”
“BOO!” Boomer, the manager of the Stegosaurus Steakhouse, called.
“GROWR.” Charlie fixed him with one beady eye, and hopped forward.
Zerotiki quickly stepped in-between his raptor and the crowd. “And, uh, he swears that he will do his best to eliminate the Tarantula Flu.”
Charlie gave Zerotiki a look that appeared to say: “You’re ruining my campaign.”
“Well, you started it.” Zerotiki retorted.
“On to our next contestant-” Mirak watched as Zerotiki dragged Charlie into the back.
“GRAY!!!!” Z-whales jumped up on the table, but then had to retreat down as Mirak started shaking it.
“Hey, where is he?” Mirak stopped shaking the table, and Z-whales made good his opportunity to make bunny ears behind Mirak in retribution.
“Sorry guys!” Gray dashed onto the stage, looking a bit like a penguin in his suit. “Lost track of time back there, playing games.” Where is the rest of the story?
~Inactive
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Post by Z-Whales on Dec 3, 2017 20:41:23 GMT
“What else does he plan to do if he wins?”
“Rrrrrrrrrr.”
“Not if. When.” Zerotiki announced proudly. “And he swears to abolish the Stegosaurus Steakhouse and the eating of any dinosaur-”
“BOO!” Boomer, the manager of the Stegosaurus Steakhouse, called.
“GROWR.” Charlie fixed him with one beady eye, and hopped forward.
Zerotiki quickly stepped in-between his raptor and the crowd. “And, uh, he swears that he will do his best to eliminate the Tarantula Flu.”
Charlie gave Zerotiki a look that appeared to say: “You’re ruining my campaign.”
“Well, you started it.” Zerotiki retorted.
“On to our next contestant-” Mirak watched as Zerotiki dragged Charlie into the back.
“GRAY!!!!” Z-whales jumped up on the table, but then had to retreat down as Mirak started shaking it.
“Hey, where is he?” Mirak stopped shaking the table, and Z-whales made good his opportunity to make bunny ears behind Mirak in retribution.
“Sorry guys!” Gray dashed onto the stage, looking a bit like a penguin in his suit. “Lost track of time back there, playing games.” Where is the rest of the story? Um, never posted it. Sorry. Con did complete it on the old Boards, and I have the whole thing archived. I just got lazy. I'll put up as much as I can right now!
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Post by Z-Whales on Dec 3, 2017 20:48:00 GMT
“Well, how’s it feel to be the youngest candidate, Gray?” Z-whales asked, grabbing the mic and speaking too loudly into it.
Mirak covered his ears, and rolled his eyes.
“Uh…great.” Gray nodded his head hesitantly.
A figure wearing a Jurassic Park shirt and a green sombrero popped on the stage. “Did I hear a pun on my name?”
“Hola there, Con.” Z-whales waved.
Mirak didn’t mess around. “Con, it’s not your candidate’s turn yet. Off.”
“I was never here.” Con nodded at the judges, winked, tipped his sombrero, bowed and disappeared behind the curtain.
“So…um…what will you do if you get elected, Gray?”
“Make the biospheres out of something safer than glass and install seatbelts in the back of the transport trucks.” Gray nodded his head, slightly less hesitant.
“Well, that will be all tonight, Gray, best of luck!” Z-whales beamed at him, and then dived behind a stack of papers to see who was coming out next.
Gray almost ran off the stage, he was so glad that it was over.
“Next up…” Mirak intoned, and stopped, waiting for Z-whales to finish.
Z-whales was still buried behind a pile of sheets. “SOMEBODY…NAMED…” He glanced up, and noticed the candidate already on the platform. “Oh, Lowery.”
“Yeah, that’s me.” Lowery grabbed his glasses off, and cleaned them. “Hello guys.”
“Nice to finally see you in person, Lowery.” Z-whales nodded his head. “My friend Con has lots of good stuff to say about you.”
“A biased announcer!” Grubbs gasped loudly from the audience.
“I have lots of friends, with conflicting interests.” Z-whales shrugged, and scooped the whole sheet of papers into a wastebasket. “Well, Lowery, what’s your campaign statement?”
“Let’s make this place authentic again!” Lowery finished cleaning his glasses and fixed them back on his face.
“GOOOO LOWERY!!!!!” Con screamed from behind the curtains.
“Shut up, Con!” A feminine voice called, and a whacking sound followed.
“Mr. Cruthers,” Mirak ignored the commotion in the back, “What do you plan to change about the way this place operates if you get the position?”
“I plan to dock my pay check to up the pay of all the employees of the park, and I plan to up the stock of plastic dinos in the gift shop.”
“The first one’s a solid point!” Z-whales nodded his head approvingly, and clapped for good measure.
Mirak sighed. “The second one less so.”
“SO WHAT?” Con called from behind stage.
“Put a sock in it, Con.” The feminine voice called again.
“Mfff.”
“I did it for him.” A younger voice sang out cheerfully.
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Post by Z-Whales on Dec 3, 2017 20:52:59 GMT
“Well, thanks for coming out here Lowery, just one more question. What will you do if you lose?”
“Go back to being a control room employee.” Lowery shrugged.
“Solid.” Z-whales nodded again.
“One of our last two contestants now coming on…” Mirak glanced towards Z-whales, resigned to him introducing the candidates by now.
“SIMON MASARINI!” Z-whales climbed onto the table, and did a back-flip.
“Stop making a spectacle of yourself, this ain’t ‘Got Talent.’” Mirak grabbed his arm, and yanked him back into his seat before his second bow to the audience.
“Hello all!” Simon called to the crowd. Half the audience, the girl-half mind you, sighed dreamily.
“Good evening Mr. Masrani.” Mirak said in a tone that indicated he was about done with the evening, whether it was good or not.
“Good evening, Isla Nublar and announcers!” Simon said into the mic. “It’s a pleasure to be up here.”
“SEE CON, THAT’S HOW A REAL CANDIDATE TALKS!” The feminine voice rose again.
“Mfff?!”
“Well, Simon, may I ask what you’re planning on doing if you win?” Z-whales stuck his feet up on the table, almost knocking all the papers off. Mirak glared at his legs, willing them to move. They didn’t.
“Increasing safety measures on all the enclosures and reinforcing the pterosaur cage with steel.” Simon plunked his fist into the palm of his other hand. “The incident a year ago…I’m going to put 100% of my efforts into making sure nothing like that ever happens again.”
“Well, good-night.” Mirak waved him off the stage, and there was another collective dreamy sigh as he kissed his hand to the audience. “Our last contestant now up…”
“MR. EVIL VIC HOSKINS!” Z-whales grinned devilishly and ducked a blow from Mirak’s mic, which screeched loudly as the air whooshed over it.
“Hey folks.” Vic raised up his hands, and sneered. “Who’s ready to see me win this thing?”
A whole chorus of boos rang out from the audience, and as a whole, they got up and started moving towards the exits.
“What? Get back here! Announcers, make them get back here!” Vic Hoskins stuck his hands on his hips in indignation.
“I would, but Z-whales just left.” Mirak sighed. “Sorry Mr. Hoskins…it appears we aren’t going to get to ask you any questions…you need to work on your public image.”
“GOOD LUCK ON THAT.” A voice called from backstage.
“That wasn’t me!” Con popped out of the curtains.
“So they don’t like me, do they?” Vic muttered. “Well, they’re going to pay for tonight…”
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Post by Z-Whales on Dec 3, 2017 20:53:28 GMT
“We’ll take that as your statement, Mr. Hoskins!” Z-whales flopped back in his seat. “You plan to raise taxes. Rather poor idea, if you ask me!”
“You’ll regret this.” Vic shook his fist, but then had to take off running as Charlie chased him off the stage, with Zerotiki flying after both of them, with a net. Whether the net was for Vic or Charlie was undetermined.
“Well, signing out of this rather unusual introduction of the candidates for Isla Nublar Presidency.” Mirak glanced over at Z-whales, “anything you’d like to add?”
“Vic’s chances are looking slim, thankfully.” Z-whales grinned.
“AND LOWERY ROCKS!!!” Con yelled.
“Cut.” Mirak called a second too late. “Darn, I knew that was coming.”
Very bright and early that next morning, there came a pounding on Con’s door. He grabbed his sombrero, and went to check what in the bricks that was.
He opened it up to reveal Ash, mid-swing with a hammer.
“Ow!” Con sucked on his hand, which had been where the blow had landed.
“What are you trying to do, eliminate the Lowery campaign manager through underhanded methods?”
“Actually, that swing was overhand.” Waffles popped out from behind Ash. “Hiya Con.”
“Hola Waffles, what are you two doing with a hammer on my doorstep if it ain’t to assault me?” Con stared at them suspiciously.
“Oh, nothing!” Ash started whistling. Waffles looked to be struggling to not tell the correct answer. He resorted to setting his teeth, and closing his eyes in concentration.
Con raised an eyebrow. “Something’s going on…”
“Nope, we were just popping into say hi, and we’ll be leaving now!” Ash grabbed Waffles hand and dragged him down the steps.
Con shook his head, but then as an idea hit him, he stepped outside, and slammed his door closed. Plastered on the back was a big campaign poster depicting Simon's face, which read: “GET DOWN TO BUSINESS, AND VOTE FOR THE BUSINESSMAN!”
“ASH!!!!” Con yelled after the duo as they dashed down the street. He shook his head once, and then headed inside to get something to take down the nails, and a poster to go nail to their campaign agency.
Unfortunately, their campaign agency was in the same building as Lowery’s, so Con resorted to Dino-taping one of their “LET’S MAKE THIS AUTHENTIC, GUYS” posters to the window.
Sweets tapped on the glass as he stood back to survey his work. “Real mature, Con.”
“They started it.” Con protested, pointing at the blurry figures of Ash and Waffles, hanging out by the soda and waffles stand. The Ash blur hid behind the Waffles blur.
“That supposed to make it more mature?” Sweets raised an eyebrow.
Con shrugged, and headed for the door, which read at the top: Campaign Agencies. At the bottom of the door was some chalked-in text that Con had scratched there yesterday. It had read “GOOO LOWERY!!!!!” before somebody had scratched out his candidate’s name and replaced it with Simon’s. Con frowned. He’d have to fix that before lunch break.
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Post by Z-Whales on Dec 3, 2017 20:56:01 GMT
He stepped inside, to be greeted by LEGO running up to him and shaking him violently. “CON! CON! CON!”
“Yes? Yes? Yes?” Con ducked out of his grasp, and shuddered. “And please, don’t touch.”
“The polls are down, we’re not the favorite candidate!” LEGO gasped.
“Were we ever?” Con brightened.
LEGO considered this. “There was that five minutes three days ago…”
Con sighed. “Well, you’ll just have to redouble efforts on the door-to-door campaigning. I’ll assign Qui to help you.”
“Sounds great…oh, pun not intended.”
“I’m not sure whether to believe that or not.” Con vaulted his desk and plopped down into his rolling chair. He eyed the paperwork stacked up before him. He pulled out a ruler, and measured it. “It grew.” He scribbled the number down on a sheet of paper and compared it to yesterday’s figures.
“Well, I have Legosandmore’s survey on the top there, and Lowery had another proposition to run by you, and there’s three fliers from Ash stuffed in there somewhere.” LEGO beamed. “I caught him doing it, aren’t you proud of me? Oh, and there’s probably a few for Charlie as well.” LEGO frowned. “I didn’t catch Zerotiki, though.”
“Can’t get ‘em all.” Con weeded through the stack, and tossed three Simon fliers, two Charlie, and a random Hoskin’s one out.
“So, Con, heard about the new results in?” Sweets smiled sweetly from where she was seated across the room, behind a similar desk. Except hers was covered in odd articles from the Black Market that she pretended not to go to, and duck food for Bobby. Con hoped she had left her mutant pet at home. He tended to like to eat paperwork. Especially paperwork on Lowery’s side of the chalk line down the center of the office. They would’ve rented two separate buildings for the candidates, except there was a shortage of empty offices at the beginning of the campaign. They had been forced to use this building, previously a gift shop. They were still finding stickers and plastic dinos in odd corners.
“You know very well I did.” Con turned to face her, spinning in his chair. “Happy?”
“Very much so.” She smiled sweetly. “All is as it should be.”
Con shook his head. They had been over this dispute so many times that he had stopped trying to fight it. He knew that he’d never win an argument against a girl anyways. And if he did, he’d probably just feel guilty. “It’ll change.”
Sweets snorted.
“Hey, at least we’re keeping you on your toes.” Con pointed to the sheet that showed the results. “You’re just barely above us!”
“We’ve been just barely above you the entire time, minus that time Legosandmore added in all the Lowery votes one evening, and conveniently ran out of time to add the Simon in till the morning.”
“So that’s how we got that lead.” Con mused. “I should speak to him…wonder if he could do that more often…”
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Post by Z-Whales on Dec 3, 2017 20:57:38 GMT
Ash popped over next to Con’s desk, hopping with contained excitement. “Heya Con, you heard? I’m now the official propaganda master for Simon’s campaign!”
“So, shall I expect a poster on my door every day?” Con sighed.
“If you’re lucky, if not, they’ll be two, and one on the back door.”
“Well, I have work to do.” Con motioned Ash to get back on his side, and then set about meticulously straightening up the stack of papers. “I’ve got an election to win.”
“I’ve got five hundred posters to put up.” Ash grinned at him one last time, and then motioned to Waffles, almost invisible behind the stack of papers. “Let’s go, assistant!”
“How’d you get apprenticed to him?” Con peered around the stack of papers, still barely catching a glimpse of his friend.
“I asked to be kept busy. I didn’t know what I was asking for.” Waffles grunted, and then tottered out the door.
After fixing the sign on the door to read Lowery again, Con headed out for lunch. He opted for the Stegosaurus Steakhouse over the Café, mostly because he knew that his friend Boomer was going to be managing there. It only made sense, he and Boomer were the only two managers, and he sure as bricks wasn’t managing right now.
“HEYO CON!” Spuds called as Con entered. “You’re in luck, I’m managing today!”
“Since when did you become a manager?” Con raised an eyebrow. “I’m the boss of this operation, who promoted you? Heck, since when have you even been part of the staff? You usually just hang around and annoy the waiters!”
“I did.” Spuds beamed. “Boomer didn’t show up this morning. Or you. Or Sweets. Or Ash…”
Con sighed. “Well, thanks for taking charge, I guess.”
“Hasn’t been easy, most of the crew is working on for the campaigns now.” Spuds shrugged. “Just me and that weird duck thing.”
“Bobby’s here?” Con gulped.
“Yeah, he’s over there.” Spuds pointed over at a dark corner, where Sweet’s mutant duck was serving a very-scared Ash.
“I’m going to eat at the Café. See ya later!” Con dashed out.
“WHY?” Spuds called after him, but then had to go get Bobby off of Ash, who he had decided looked tasty.
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Post by Z-Whales on Dec 3, 2017 21:00:21 GMT
“Sometimes, Diglett, I think you’re the only sane person in this crazy place.” Con seated himself down next to the top-hatted figure. For some odd reason, Con could never quite shake the feeling that he wasn’t the mayor, despite the fact that there was no mayor of Isla Nublar.
“Sometimes I think that you’re right there.” Diglett motioned the waiter to come over, pointing at Con. “Especially now that Webby moved back to the mainland.”
“Him and everybody else.” Con grunted. “You don’t think we scared them off, do you?” He turned to the waiter, and ordered.
“Possibly.” Diglett held up his cup, and tipped it upside down. A single drop splatted on the bar. The waiter nodded his understanding, and went off to find the coffeepot. “You and Sweets can be a bit…odd at times.”
“We wouldn’t be Sweets and Con if we weren’t odd.” Con shrugged. He grabbed the food the waiter had brought back, and dug in.
Diglett stood up. “Well, I should be moving on, the 2 o’clock train will be coming in soon, and I’m going to want to be there to welcome the tourists.”
“Okay, I should be heading out too.” Con glanced at his watch. “That trip to the Stegosaurus Steakhouse took up most my time.” He stuffed a roll into his hat, downed his drink in one long slurp, and tossed a quarter to the waiter.
As he sauntered out, he noticed Hoskins in the corner. Con waved. Hoskins gave him a sinister grin, and tipped his hat. He then turned back to his drink.
Con wondered for a full five seconds why he was so cheerful, and then promptly forgot it as he almost got ran over by a triceratops outside the door.
Con barely made it back to the office in one piece. Though triceratops looked nice and peaceful, they were big, had horns, and anger issues. That meant that a herd of them loose on Main Street was definitely a hazard. And when your office is across the street through the pack, it made it even worse. It made it even worse if you were Con, and decided that the fastest way through would be hopping from back to back.
Con’s sombrero was on crooked and his jacket was unbuttoned and flapping in the wind. Like it always was. He did have a liberal layer of dirt on his face and hands, though, and had a bruise from where he had landed when the last triceratops had flipped over and tried rolling over him.
“Con!” Grubbs, the newspaper reporter, dashed up. “You just made national television with that stunt! How does it feel to be famous?”
“It’s a small island. I get famous every third day.” Con shrugged. “I dare you to publish that.”
“Not gonna happen.” Grubbs shook his head cheerfully. “Do you have any tips to impart to future triceratops hoppers?”
“Avoid getting rolled over by a fat one.” Con glared at the door when he noticed that his sign had been “fixed” again.
“Thanks so much, Con! One last question, how’s the campaign going?”
“We’re still in second.” Con shrugged. “Take that as you will.”
“I’ll tell the public you’re optimistic to pass up Simon, and at the same time point out that it is highly unlikely.”
“Thanks for having so much faith in me.” Con sighed, and grabbed the roll out from under his hat and started munching on it.
Suddenly Legoaquilino dashed in the door. “Con! Lowery…he’s gone!”
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Post by Z-Whales on Dec 3, 2017 21:00:52 GMT
That'll be all for now. More coming Tuesday, if all goes well.
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Post by LegoAgentFigure on Dec 4, 2017 2:17:59 GMT
Whoa. Crazy burst of story.
~Inactive
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