This time they had guns, blondie had a shotgun cut down no shoulder stock and short barrel; blackie had an automatic pistol a Glock maybe; the new guy...who was maybe 5’’5 and 100 lbs. Skinny was bald wearing a white tank-top and leather pants? Also had Neo-Nazi tattoos on his arms and neck. It was obvious he was over compensating with the huge revolver he was holding had a 14” barrel and was chrome or nickel plated.WEUSALL asked if I want them taken care of?NO, work with me as I handle it.I. " "When the weather cooperates. Beats watching football games or shoe shopping at the mall." "Why do you call them whuffos?" "They sometimes ask whuffo questions like, 'What for do you jump out of a perfectly good airplane.' Trying to give them a straight answer is like trying to describe an orgasm to somebody who's never had one. You've had two airgasms now, so you can relate. But since a whuffo can't relate to any straight answer you can give them, most jumpers have a canned answer like. He squinted one eye then the other. He stood and walked toward the drawing, going so far as to pull out a magnifying glass at one point and examine a cluster of flowers growing from Ariel’s pussy. He scanned the whole picture from up close again and then paced back to the other side of his desk and looked at it again.I was getting frustrated. Usually by this time he would be ranting about one thing or another. He’d jump up and draw a section on the whiteboard in a better rendition than I had on. It could have been so different if that idiot Princess Rachel hadn't made such a mess of her proposed marriage to that commoner. It was bad enough that centuries of precedent were amended to enable her to succeed to the throne. And then she broke yet more precedent by wanting to marry a mere low-life. But worst of all was for her to have subsequently made such a fuck-up of the whole affair...It left a very unpleasant taste in the Right Honourable gentleman's mouth. He grimaced as he regarded.