affame_le_geant_clandestine fyn gula trying his best to prevent the sugar girl from catching him using the alcance del mundo, puppertwinkle carefully peered into the scope, having quickly silenced the beep by pressing the flashing red light button. it was the emergency function marked "E." he was not surprised to find it in mute mode as not to draw attention. it was also void of imagery, only white words on a black screen that scrolled slowly like an introduction to a film. this is what the little dog saw: "puppertwinkle...il mio, tripod. me e fa che cosa dico. giri la mi a chiave senza la ragazza dello zucchero che li vede allora ottengale l'attenzione. quando occupata attaccher non sia impavrito. ora facciato un sacchetto vuoto degli aranci non contenerio." it was tripod communicating through the fucking saddlebag! what he basically said was he wanted puppertwinkle to turn his key without the sugar girl knowing, then distract her so he could break through the bag and attack her ass. she encouraged him to be brave and act quickly. the mesage faded out and the screen went blank. puppertwinkle was thrilled. this was the answered prayer of the great mother dog. his afforded chance to redeem his recent self-caused failure. obeying the orders without hesitation, puppertwinkle returned the scope to hang about his neck and cautiously looked back at the sugar girl. she was resolute as ever, still singing, but this time it was an interpol song from the "turn on the bright lights" record. and so, with all the arduous manipulation of a neurosurgeon, the little dog craftily snuck his fingerpaws into the pocket of his ralph lauren saddlebags until he located tripod's fur. with patient haste, (is there such a thing?) he searched for the key, sliding about the cat's body until he found it. "fuck yeah!" he said to himself. the sugar girl remained unaware of his clandestine activity. siezing the hard fought freedom to continue, puppertwinkle slowly cranked the key, attempting to stay innocuous. silence and barely perceptible movement was crucial for any disturbance out of the ordinary would get him busted in an instance. his capture was quite a treasured prize and would gain the sugar girl a wicked premotion in Proina's Army of Dissolution. like a rat chewing away at an electrical cord in the wee hours of human sleep, noiselessly gnawing until the wires are exposed and sparks erupt igniting the curtains which bring ultimate destruction to the placidity of oblivion, so puppertwinkle turned the key under the cloak of deception until tripod was ready to spring. the little dog watched her slither up and out of the saddlebag, a snake coming forth from its hole. "watch the fuck out," she whispered. 021204 ... N URBG 021205 what's it to you? who go blather from