“Eric Stratton, rush chairman. Damn glad to meet you!” I replied to that disembodied voice.
“Eric! Can you spare a buck or two?” This came from behind a pile of boxes.
The boxes moved around a bit and a large man rose up. He was wearing a security uniform.
“What do you need a couple bucks for?”
“To feed the meter. Those guys don’t pay for our parking!”
That made sense. I threw some change his way and went on my merry way.
“Now hold on a minute, Eric. Going to need some more money as well as the password to enter these here premises,” he said while blocking my way. “Hey, do you smell poop?”
“Here’s my password!” I yelled and then reverse karate chopped him in the throat. He flew back about 90 inches, right into a display of Quisp cereal.
As he lay there gasping for breath, I went on my merry way yet again.
There was no front door to headquarters, just one of those hanging bead things the hippies like.
Actually, there were quite a few of those hanging bead thing that the hippies like. So many that it felt like I was swimming in a sea of those bead things that the hippies like.
After pulling down quite a few of them, I finally got through and in the lobby I was.
There was a small person sitting in an old-fashioned school desk.
And he was pointing a gun at me.
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