Gore: Not such a Bad Place After All
In an amazing coincidence and possible plot hole, minutes later Dellua and Shcktan were back at Pank's house in Gore, and, as Shcktan and Pank introduced themselves to each other, and Pank sneezed again (being even more allergic to Russian moving assistants than to cats), Dellua scanned Pank's map of Gore, learning quickly where the police station was.
It was next door.
Gore isn't all that large, you may have gathered by now (at least in our blogs. In reality Gore is a thiving town in the mid-Otago region of New Zealand, with a population of around 12,459, and many popular activities to do, places to dine at, and sights to see - this bracket sponsored by the "We Love Gore" Fanclub, consisting of one young computer technician named Nigel. For more information contact Nigel at Nigel c/o "We Love Gore" Fanclub, 123 Made-up Road, South West Gore or call him on a phone number starting with 064 and ending with other numbers which may or may not exist in reality, or see the official Gore District Council Website)
Noticing that there was a set of traffic lights in the opposite direction to the station, so that you would realise you had gone the wrong way if you came to them, and noticing that on the other side of the police station lived an eccentric millionare who gave away $200 to every Russian who happened to pass by, and also noticing the urgency with which they needed to find RP (Reginald Peya-the-detective, to distinguish him from Reginald the Singing Detective), Dellua turned to Shcktan, and gave him the much needed instructions on how to find him... (wait for it...)
"Quick," Dellua yelled, "Go Directly to Jail! Do not pass go! Do not collect $200!"
Ah, that joke was worth it...
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It was next door.
Gore isn't all that large, you may have gathered by now (at least in our blogs. In reality Gore is a thiving town in the mid-Otago region of New Zealand, with a population of around 12,459, and many popular activities to do, places to dine at, and sights to see - this bracket sponsored by the "We Love Gore" Fanclub, consisting of one young computer technician named Nigel. For more information contact Nigel at Nigel c/o "We Love Gore" Fanclub, 123 Made-up Road, South West Gore or call him on a phone number starting with 064 and ending with other numbers which may or may not exist in reality, or see the official Gore District Council Website)
Noticing that there was a set of traffic lights in the opposite direction to the station, so that you would realise you had gone the wrong way if you came to them, and noticing that on the other side of the police station lived an eccentric millionare who gave away $200 to every Russian who happened to pass by, and also noticing the urgency with which they needed to find RP (Reginald Peya-the-detective, to distinguish him from Reginald the Singing Detective), Dellua turned to Shcktan, and gave him the much needed instructions on how to find him... (wait for it...)
"Quick," Dellua yelled, "Go Directly to Jail! Do not pass go! Do not collect $200!"
Ah, that joke was worth it...
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