> Dan Drury looked up as he listened to the tapped phone conversation from the bridge of the SPUD helicarrier. The old line didn’t have the Shoggoth-designed encryption that tended to send his analysts to the sanatorium.
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(OK, it's from the previous chapter, but...)
Ironically, one of the major hassles I am having at the moment is being caused by encryption.
> “Because there’s a mousetrap in there,†Champagne smiled. She turned back to Hallie. “I gather there’s in incident?â€Â
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Shades of Jessica Rabbit?
> “I did notice an aircraft-carrier-sized flying bathtub up there as I came in.â€Â
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I always thought the original fantasicar was the flying bathtub.
> “We were merely checking a number of dimensional anomalies inside the Mansion structure,†the Shoggoth tried to explain. “This one has not been opened until now for a substantial amount of time as you humans quaintly measure it. Perhaps a hundred of your years?â€Â
> ...
> A wall of live turkeys tumbled out onto the surprised G-Man.
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That's a lot of
old turkeys then.
> “…secret poultry room,†CSFB! concluded.
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> “They taste like chicken,†confided the Manga Shoggoth.
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Doesn't everything?
> The Chronicler swept his hand and Lara found she could no longer speak, no longer move. “Enough,†he said wrathfully. “I have no time for this. Lara Night, you are hereby…â€Â
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> “Hello there,†said the Manga Shoggoth, bubbling from nowhere to spill on the Chronicler’s rug. “Did I call at a good time?â€Â
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The art of comedy...
