The hands of fate push again
Shcktan, lured by the prospect of making a quick $200 and confused as to why anyone would find either Reginald in the police station (because Reginald the singing detective was currently recording his third album, after so many smash hits, and wasn't in work that week. Also Reginald peya the detective hadn't been arrested yet so he wasn't in the police station.)
So he went to the eccentric millionaire's house.
Which, in some bizzare twist of fate or possibly due to the fate that Gore is very small, was REGINALD PEYA THE DETECTIVE'S HOUSE!Not that he knew that yet, of course.
Shcktan knocked on the door. ("Knock, knock, goes Shcktan!")
The door opened.("Crick, creak, goes the door!")
"A Russian! Come in!" Cried eccentric millionaire/Reginald peya the detective.("A Russian! Come in! cries the .... oh never mind.)
***Author's note***For those intelligent, quizzical readers of you (nerds) who are wondering how a male latino ballet dancer from Michigan could become so rich, the answer is simple.
Um... a big.....inheritance! That's it! A big inheritance!Reginald peya the detective and Shcktan sat down and enjoyed cakes and tea. (Brought to them by Nigel, a.k.a the creator of the we love Gore fanclub. He was Reginald's waitress. I mean waiter. Um.)
Shcktan said; "Where's my money?" In such a polite manner! (He had not yet mastered english politeness and ettiquette.)
Reginald peya the detective had been reading Rumplestiltskin lately, and was in an eccentric mood. (Can't imagine why!)
"If you can guess my name, I will give you the money, crazy Russian! Not only that, but I will give you my '©FIND ANYONE ANYWHERE machine ©©' which is the reason I have such a big inheritance (it's all royalties, you see) and possibly the reason you called out my name in an earlier chapter!"
Shcktan was confused.
So he called out the name that had been circulating around in his head the past few blogs.
"Reginald peya the detective?"
"Damn!" cried Reginald. "That was unexpected!"
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So he went to the eccentric millionaire's house.
Which, in some bizzare twist of fate or possibly due to the fate that Gore is very small, was REGINALD PEYA THE DETECTIVE'S HOUSE!Not that he knew that yet, of course.
Shcktan knocked on the door. ("Knock, knock, goes Shcktan!")
The door opened.("Crick, creak, goes the door!")
"A Russian! Come in!" Cried eccentric millionaire/Reginald peya the detective.("A Russian! Come in! cries the .... oh never mind.)
***Author's note***For those intelligent, quizzical readers of you (nerds) who are wondering how a male latino ballet dancer from Michigan could become so rich, the answer is simple.
Um... a big.....inheritance! That's it! A big inheritance!Reginald peya the detective and Shcktan sat down and enjoyed cakes and tea. (Brought to them by Nigel, a.k.a the creator of the we love Gore fanclub. He was Reginald's waitress. I mean waiter. Um.)
Shcktan said; "Where's my money?" In such a polite manner! (He had not yet mastered english politeness and ettiquette.)
Reginald peya the detective had been reading Rumplestiltskin lately, and was in an eccentric mood. (Can't imagine why!)
"If you can guess my name, I will give you the money, crazy Russian! Not only that, but I will give you my '©FIND ANYONE ANYWHERE machine ©©' which is the reason I have such a big inheritance (it's all royalties, you see) and possibly the reason you called out my name in an earlier chapter!"
Shcktan was confused.
So he called out the name that had been circulating around in his head the past few blogs.
"Reginald peya the detective?"
"Damn!" cried Reginald. "That was unexpected!"
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