PHHH # 804.4
Date:  December 17, 2000
Weather:  ominous
Venue: Community Park North
Time:  1:00ish
Set By:  Wacko
Hashers:  RoJo, Minor Tom, Ouipee, TropicalDepression, Ice Blue Balls,
Sonuvabitch, Llloda, Discomfort, Hey YO! Paully, Uranus, Solo, Pyroman,
Speedbumps

Bye bye Tom the Army Guy

Wacko sat in the darkness, listening to the rain, contemplating the hash he
was to set in the morning, when the door burst open and Jorg walked in. 
"Don't say a word, come with me."  
He knew better than to argue, he also knew where he was going.  

The land rover pulled up in front of the long boarded up Belle Meade Inn,
and Wacko followed obediently.  Inside, the Cuban Assassin sat in front of a 
flickering gas light on a dusty wooden table.  He motioned him to sit down, as 
the dwarf brought over a Steg.  "Have a beer, Wacko.  Let's not mince words; 
Flyboy must go.  I want him left alone in the woods."  
"But, RoJo... "
"RoJo's exactly the point!  He thinks he's going to marry the Grand
Dominatrix; he must be taken out!"  
"Taken out?"
"What part didn't you understand?  Tell me, Wacko, what do you think
happened to Eyesore?  When was the last time you saw In Up to his Waist?  Or
Natural Born Lesbian?"  
Wacko gasped, "no..."
The assassin let out a contemptible snort.  "The boy-toys had to go before
they became a threat.  Minor Tom is next; you know what you have to do."
"But RoJo will kill me!"
"I'll worry about RoJo.  You do your job, or suffer the consequences."  The
dwarf grinned broadly.  

Jorge piped up: "Don't forget about A.G..."
Before he could finish a half drunk bottle of Steg smashed into the
side of his head.  "Shut up!" commanded the Assassin.  "That name is not to be 
spoken!"  Jorge, bleeding, cowered in the corner. 

"Look Wacko, here's all you do, set the damn thing into that boring Mountainside 
Park.  Let Flyboy know where the end is before you
they start.  Ha! for him it'll be an A to nowhere!"
The assassin paused, savoring the thought, then continued, "A few waist-deep 
stream crossings, then head them toward the school.  I guarantee you'll never 
see HeyYo! by then, and Solo and Pyro will be long gone.  Into that little 
stream..." the Assassin laughed, knowing that by then the stream would be over 
5 ft deep.  "I bet you could lose a dog or two, and maybe Bumps will have to go 
for a swim.  Minor Tom, won't follow, and I'll take care of the rest." 
"But they'll go looking for him..."
"By the time the rest of them wander in and eat Uranus's cookies no one will 
remember when they last saw him!"

Wacko was silent, knowing there was nothing left to say.



NEXT HASHES:  
Lots of dates available, grab them while they're icy! 

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