PHHH #1216.9
Date: Sun Aug 17th
Hare: EuroTrash
Venue Assumpink swamp
Hounds: Hand Solo, Hey Yo Paully, Great Sex, Three Balls, DP, Pyro,
Bumps, WDM, WeePea
Seen at the start: Rear End Wrangler, en route to China
Time: 2 hr 50 min to 3 hr 5 min

Hot Core I
A New Era for the PHHH

EuroTrash was driving up Rt 206 when he saw the "Audio Café". He'd
been looking for a new HDTV to celebrate his fine Hot Core set. It
was wonderful, it had been hot, it had been long, there was
ankle-slicing shiggy, waist-deep orange swamp, beer, and homemade
cookies and salsa. Walking through the door, he was greeted by a well
dressed gentleman with a dark tan. 

"We've been waiting for you, my friend" he said with the slightest
Cuban accent. "Let me introduce you to my assistant." The largest
blonde man Eurotrash had ever seen walked over. "He's from
Kazakhstan, speaks only limited English, but can wire a home theater
system like he had worked for the KGB." The Kazakh let out a deep
chuckle.

"How could you have been waiting for me?" inquired ET, "we've never
met, I've never been in here before; the last time I drove by this
place it was some boarded up old bar that hadn't been occupied for
years." The Kazakh chuckled again.

"Let's just say I have a good sense for people" said the gentleman,
extending his hand. "I go by George here, my friends call me Jorge.
Follow me downstairs, I have what you are looking for."

As ET walked downstairs he could not help but marvel over the solid
mahogany paneling and fine leather furniture, yet there was an odd
odor of what seemed to be cheap beer. ET made a face at the odor.

"Damn smell of Stegmeier, I hated that stuff, we'll never get that
stench out of this place" snarled Jorge, popping the cork on a Chimay.

Stegmeier, Jorge, a basement in a building off of Rt 206 in Belle
Meade, NJ… Euro's face went pale.

"Makes some sense to you now doesn't it?" said Jorge. "Don't worry,
this is a new age. The legends are gone. I made them what they were,
and they outlived their purpose."

"But… I've read stories of the Assasin, Zaire, and the Dwarf"
exclaimed ET, his eyes catching sight of a dwarf sitting off in the
corner. Perched high on a fine leather office chair, sporting a
wireless headset and wireless keyboard, his eyes darted between
monitors, he spoke quietly into the headset.

"The Assassin and Zaire were what I made them" said Jorge. "I needed
a cover for the Cold War, a time of the Hard Core. It's done; the
wall came down, I got rid of them. It's a new era. I've heard of your
Hot Core, we're proud of you. You've ushered in a new era, as have we."

"Selling electronics…. A new era?" stammered ET.
The Kazakh chuckled again.

"No my friend, e-commerce, or something very close," explained Jorge.
"Completely legal I assure you, however I still feel dirtier doing it
than I did selling those plans to the North Koreans. Listen, go back
to the PHHH, keep setting like you did for the Hot Core, we'll be in
touch, just have patience." 

With that The Kazakh led ET up the stairs, "You're plasma screen will
be delivered tonight, your money is no good here" he said in broken
English.

As he moved toward the door he heard Jorge in the basement "I don't
care if he was VP under the BJ king, he pays the same for credits as
everyone else!"