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| Group Writing 1 | |
| By cynicsid | ||||||
| 01 October 2006 | ||||||
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So far we have merely set the scene and introduced some of the characters. CAN YOU pick it up, run with it and then drop it for the next writer to pick up? If so Post the new work as Group Writing 2. Typical Cynic Sid stuff i.e. rude and childish: You have been warned! PUSTULE AND DRIBBLE'S 1st CASE. “Aye flower, yer right gradely” The slim reasonably attractive well-educated Pathologist responded warmly to Inspector Pustule’s elegant advance. “Oh sorry, oops” she exclaimed as she “accidentally” tipped Formaldehyde down the front of the Inspector’s trousers. “You’ve got me all a quiver.” She added, “I suggest you shower down quickly as Formaldehyde is very toxic and in particular regarding men, destroys potency.” Pustule raced off to the showers. Sergeant Dribble grinned, “Well he can’t afford to lose any more, can he?” The pathologist replied, “I don’t think I should be talking to a YTS work experience youngster” and flounced off. Dribble’s mobile range, it was Pustule who shouted, “Get me to Hospital, me willies gone green!” However it was a false alarm as the Formaldehyde had dissolved Pustules undies and that accounted for the staining. And in 3 months trace of the colouring had all but completely disappeared. Now for some plot: a body was found somewhere or the other, instead of being fed through a log chipper it had painstakingly been defiled so as to make all identification impossible. Yet minor items like a driving license, photographs and a full CV had been left scattered about the clothing in odd pockets. In the shirt had been cuff links. “Sergeant, look up all missing locals” instructed Pustule. This Dribble did. When he came back Pustule asked, “What did you find?” Dribble replied, “They were all out”. Pustule sagely commented “Bugger off, I could have told you that.” Dribble went off crestfallen. Mrs Scrub the office cleaner said, “Well you know his name, and address, why don’t you go down his house and just ask.” “Circumstantial evidence, Luv, there is no proof that those documents were not planted there to put us off the scent.” A WPC came in with a plate full of food, Pustule waved it away, he said to himself “And I don’t smoke, drink or masturbate either. I’m running a half marathon next week, and the week after I’m giving up lying.” Pustule said to the Desk Sergeant “I’m off to see the pathologist” So off he went to find her giving Dribble a blow job. Pustule ironically commented, “I know it’s rude to speak with your mouth full but what can you tell us about the victim” “We are both off duty” said the Pathologist and you have broken into my bedroom. So it wasn’t much of a mouthful! To be continued.
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