"Got a fever of a hundred and three."
That's it, really.
*falls over dead*
"Hot blooded, check it and see"
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Posted by Peter Damien at 7:49 PM
Labels: the final post of Pete Tzinski who will pass away shortly he hopes
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14 Angst(s):
No dying.
You have a book to finish.
Wuss. Now get back to writing!
If you're hallucinating you should be making lots of notes, Pete. I'm betting after the fever breaks you'll have plenty of new warped ideas to use.
Or not.
The dreams I have had...
Man-o-man....
*staggers off to work; maintains pulse*
oh, and Lori? I blame you completely for the appearance of stupid rat creatures in my dream.
Were they making quiche?
If Pete kicks the bucket do I get his comic books and posters?
No.
You're not old enough for any of the Elektra posters, for one thing. And I don't trust you with the Captain America poster either.
...
Good news! I have, today, eaten something which contained solid food (as opposed to my diet for the past three days, which was apple sauce) and I managed to keep it down *for three whole hours*
Golly!
And then, because common sense doesn't apply, I had a chicken filet meal with fries and barbecue sauce. Because I have a cruel stomach when I'm sick, and I craved that sort of thing. And thus far, I've kept that down, like totally.
*falls back into bed*
At least you didn't eat a quiche. A dainty pastry dish is no fit meal for... Er. Yeah. Anyway. Hope you're feeling better.
So...
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when do I get Pete's stuff? I have a ten year old with sticky chocolate fingers here who wants to play with all his Babylon 5 memorabilia.
*Pete claws his way back to life, after hearing THAT bit*
Thunder, don't you know we can't steal his stuff until he's famous? At that point, we break into his house, steal his possessions, and auction them off on eBay.
We can, however, call dibs now.
I call dibs on his cats.
Who wants his posters and comic book collections? What about the pirate flag hanging in his office?
Dibs on the manuscripts! *grin*
And maybe some of the fish.
The fish are probably worth more.
AGENT: What is this?
CARRIE: Unpublished stories by Pete Tzinski!
AGENT: ...there's almost fifteen hundred pages. And this text is tiny. What is this?
CARRIE: I dunno. Some serial story or somethin'. I didn't actually READ it. It's terrible.
AGENT: Oh. *leafes through it* Okay! I'll send it to Random House for publication as the long-lost-work.
CARRIE: Sweet! When do I get paid?
AGENT: Oh yes. You see that envelope on the table by the door?
CARRIE: Yes!!!!
AGENT: It has a twenty in it. Go get me lunch at McDonald's, and the rest is yours. Buh-bye.
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