Fantastic Fable II - Another Tale of Finishing Not What You

[Riddick]

A reboot of Dale's senseless posting game telling a tale as we go with two simple rules:

• 1. Finish the sentence from the prior post, using your words and the obligatory period.
  
  2. Continue the story by starting the next sentence using 5 words or less.

To start the first full and partial sentences will be mine, then in the next post someone else finishes my partial one and leaves a no more than 5 word sentence segment for another person to complete, and so on and so on!

And so with no further ado:

• Responding to a pleafully frantic yet oddly cryptic call late that night from her business partner Francis Failing, when an already worried and wary Ivy Innocent found the door ajar, entering the office with an eye out for anything amiss she was absolutely astounded at what she didn't see.
  
  There was no sign of...

[Lore]

the computer or the Kleenex.

Unable to blow her nose Ivy opted to use

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the office handi-vac in the hand of Francis' still and seated yet seemingly bereft of life body to suck the snot streaming out of her nostrils.

Next thing Ivy knew, Francis...

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(FYI FFolks: Just as a friendly reminder please keep your ending sentence segment to 5 words or less. At the same time, please also note you need NOT spare any words when finishing the previous sentence!)

[Lore]

was lying on the floor. His lifeless body was hidden neatly under the desk with only a pinky sticking out.

Ivy was horrified to see

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that during the while she was intensely occupied vacuuming her nose, who - or what! - ever had moved Francis' body from a seated position to lying on the floor had also left a note indicating if Ivy didn't want to be similarly tucked away under HER desk, unlike her partner she'd be far more agreeable to the idea of taking on a 'special' client, namely Satan.

Ruled 'suicide' despite the note,

[SquidInk]

... it was clear high strangeness was in play due to a certain peculiarity: Francis' body was now, suddenly, covered in piles of smoked mozzarella and HP Sauce - even as it lay prone on the office floor.

Suddenly, hot rodder Zahi Hawass...

[Lore]

newly back from his latest foray into the pyramids of Giza and upon examining the body, suddenly declared that the HP sauce was the best he had ever had.

He excitedly proposed the theory

[Riddick]

that the recent rash of bodies lying prone on office floors covered with smoked mozzarella and HP sauce may well indeed be the work of the very same supernatural devil-worshiping cult widely thought to be behind the spread of similar ritualistic killings passed off as suicides world-wide.

"It's a conspiracy!", declared Hawass,

[SquidInk]

... instantly suspecting the mysterious organization known only as "Cheddar Dei", and it's shadowy leader Ian Rennet[1] - a mad genius thought to run this cheesy cabal from holes & hollows within the tribal wildlands of Swiss Curdistan.

"Our next move", mused Hawass, ...




1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rennet

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cloaking off the entire area with waves of stochastic psychostatic as a precautionary measure while speaking directly into his secure psionic-band wrist communicator, "is obviously to take great advantage of the situation here by having Ms. Innocent accept Satan as a client to gain the group's trust, even as she acts in a 'double agent' role gathering intellegence we'll eventually use in conjunction with countless mercilessly deadly drone strikes to destroy this devilishly dairy-based menace from without AND within."

"Who's this 'We', Kemosabe?", Ivy...

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[We interrupt this thread for a brief message from an enterprising undertaker]



[And now back to the thread]

cloaking off the entire area with waves of stochastic psychostatic as a precautionary measure while speaking directly into his secure psionic-band wrist communicator, "is obviously to take great advantage of the situation here by having Ms. Innocent accept Satan as a client to gain the group's trust, even as she acts in a 'double agent' role gathering intellegence we'll eventually use in conjunction with countless mercilessly deadly drone strikes to destroy this devilishly dairy-based menace from without AND within."

"Who's this 'We', Kemosabe?", Ivy...

[Fan]

...fetch me my monocle and polish that golden eagle for god's sake! Now, about my diabolical ruse to have you, Ivy, help me to infiltrate these fermented fiends. I need you to immediately go to...

[Riddick]

the local cheese shop they use as a front for their operations, and tell the manager you're ready to take orders from Satan."

Ivy felt compelled to ask ...

[Fan]

..."any Norwegian Jarlsberger, per chance?" "No." "Liptauer?" "No." "Lancashire?" "No." "White Stilton?" "No." "Danish Blue?" "No." "Double Gloucester?" Hawass paused. "No." he finally answered. Ivy continued "Cheshire?" "No." "Dorset Blue Vinney?" "No." "Brie, Roquefort, Pont-l'Eveque, Port Salut, Savoyard, Saint-Paulin, Carre-de-L'Est, Boursin, Bresse Bleu, Perle de Champagne?" "No." "Camembert, perhaps?" Hawass, annoyed at this point turned and shot the hapless Bouzouki player and then turned the firearm in Ivy's direction...

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and said, "You didn't ask about Cheddar."

"Would it be worth it?"...