Real Life Cases of the Lankville Police Department: The Meyer Case
The Lankville Cabbager is pleased to present this exclusive glimpse into the Shane Meyer case by the man who investigated it– Detective Gee Temple.

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By Detective Gee-Temple
They said there was a fire at the Theetz gas station so I joined the chief and marshal at the edge of the curb and we watched the conflagration while drinking from a mysterious thermos that periodically changed its color. The station itself was actually safe– indeed, it was a strange tire house towards the back of the lot that was engulfed in flames.
“What is that tire house?” I asked. I thought that perhaps it was a promotion to sell more tires.
“That’s where Shane Meyer was living,” said the marshal. He suddenly took in an enormous gulp of air.
I could not believe it. Here was a man worth $750 million (Lankville) and the famed owner of the Meyer Fried Plantain Concern and a professional hockey club. I could not understand it.
“Why does he live in a house of tires in back of a gas station?” I asked.
No one could answer me. Finally, the fire chief offered, “he has head goblins.”
The marshal nodded, took in another enormous gulp of air and said, “yep.”
Head goblins. For a second time in as many minutes, I was simply floored.
The fire died down. I could see now that a roof of mean plywood had been attached to the top of the structure and that balloons had been tied there as decoration. They had, of course, popped during the blaze. It was difficult to see inside but to me, the interior seemed empty. I had hope that Meyer had somehow escaped.
Later that morning, I interviewed the Island clerk. He admitted that some sort of monetary arrangement had been made for Meyer to live in the back lot but that it had periodically changed. He also showed me a small closet by the restrooms and there we found an enormous cache of chemicals of all sorts. After some consideration, we dismissed Meyer as a terror-being.
There was disagreement later on a body. The chief felt that he had found Meyer’s crispy remains in one part of the tire house but the marshal demurred. “It’s up to you to break the tie,” they said. “I leaned over and entered the strange edifice. The chief showed me a crude bed that had been made (out of tires) and a little shelf that had contained toiletries. The chief pointed to what seemed to be remains. “That’s him, right?” he asked. “See, isn’t that legs?” I could not tell. But I voted with the chief.
Now, after much thought in my study, I cannot say for certain.
Further notes will continue in later issues.
Royer’s Madcap Experiences: The Pledger of Allegiances

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By Ric Royer
Today, at the mental facility, a man approached me outside of the dining hall. He was small in stature with short-cropped hair that somehow befit his size and a generally staid, serious appearance– indeed, upon his initial approach, I was expecting a senseless row. Instead, after several uncomfortable moments of high scrutiny, the man suddenly dropped to his knees and said, “I pledge all allegiances to you, lord.” Concurrently, the tinny loudspeaker announced the general placement of cake and thus, frankly, I paid no attention to his proclamation.
Later, however, in the amusement room, the man repeated the covenant. As he knelt at my feet, I placed the flat surface of a paddle-ball game upon his crown for symbolic purposes and announced, “Do all see what Kevin has done?” The mass of lunatics stared fatuously and the ward later informed me that the man’s name was not Kevin at all but the scene was stirring nevertheless.
As a pledger of allegiances, thus, Kevin (for that is how I knew him) made it his purpose to prepare a flawless bedsheet and wool blanket for me each evening and to run a moistened towel over my toiletries and a squeegee across my vanity mirror. The tasks completed, Kevin would turn towards me and pronounce his only words of the day– “Lord, your forgery glass is cleansed”. (Kevin knew a mirror as a “forgery glass”). Oftentimes, I would find some tiny flaw in Kevin’s otherwise impeccable work and berate him over it for this was the crux of the pledger-lord relationship. Upon occasion, there were sexually-charged beatings in which I chased Kevin about the tiny cell– initially just grab-assing but then ultimately crushing him across the cheeks so that his head caromed to and fro in a most comical manner. He seemed to enjoy this tremendously and often squealed like a child.
It was not long, however, before Warden Jenness noticed our bond. He called me into his office– crowded with dead plants and mysterious species of cacti and delivered a forceful speech in a most efficacious manner. There being no response possible, I bowed slightly and left the room. For the first time, my short trip back to the cell was under the supervision of guards (one, a huge Negro whose strength was undoubtedly uncontested in these environs).
After that, I saw Kevin infrequently and he no longer met my lordly gaze. He seemed smaller now, more hunched. I could hear him talking to other lunatics at table. He spoke of getting a car and driving through the mountains, perhaps settling on boats. He was agitated, discontented– it was clear. There was money coming, he said, there was family assistance.
A storm hit. Two feet of snow were dumped about the grounds, cutting off all contact with the outside world. Although power remained on in the home, we could receive no reception of any sort– we had no idea what was happening. It was during this maelstrom that Kevin disappeared. He simply wandered off, barely clothed, into the sea of white.
I have had no pledgers since.
A History of Lankville
By Rufus Potts
Historian

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EARLY DAYS
The first peoples of Lankville were primitive cavemen who fashioned mean stone tools to fend off dragons. When this was accomplished, they thought they had it easy but BOY! were they wrong. Because then the dinosaurs came. Archaeological evidence has proven that early man was down to just 62 people after the dinosaurs appeared. Thankfully, they knew about intercourse. And then the Ice Age came along.
Most historians will not speculate as to how man survived the Ice Age. But my research has indicated that they built towers. Some of these towers can still be seen deep in the woods but you have to know where you’re going. I give tours occasionally. I have tremendous stamina.
“Lankville Town” appeared in the medieval ages. This was during the beginning of the Pirrapodian Dynasty. This was also about the time that they put wheels on carts and
The history suddenly ended.
Inner Hammer Spotted Sawing Tennis Balls in Half
By Deacon Casper
Lankville Action News YES! Team
Teets Island Chain Correspondent

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Small pizza mogul “Inner Hammer” was spotted today on the beach outside his hotel room sawing tennis balls in half.
“He was using a circular saw, sawing all these tennis balls in half and then pitching them into the ocean,” said beachgoer La’Quinta Hoes. “He stood there for over an hour doing this. It seemed to serve no purpose whatsoever. And when he was done, he reared back and lobbed the circular saw into the ocean too.”
Hoes was later either eaten by a whale or shot.
Inner Hammer confessed to the act while interviewed at lunch.
“Sure, I did it. It needed to be done and I did it. Really no big deal fellows,” commented the executive while sitting down to a meal of honey-baked hams, yard sausages, and rare acorns. “Don’t you guys have any real news to report, maybe one of those made-up Royer Experiences or some horseshit from space?”
Inner Hammer kicked a chair over to show his displeasure.
Transform Your Interiors with Plants
By D.N. Yathers
Special Plant Expert

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It’s a brand New Year. Let’s transform your interiors with some plants! First, consult the chart.
CONSULT CHART
| PLANTS | PLANTS | PLANTS | PLANTS |
| Sprig Spruce | Basket Thrush | Spiders | Fig Branch |
| Yellow | Johnson Weed | Undiscovered Ferns | Simple Flowers |
| Sky Cactus | Ground Covers | House Trees | (Leave Blank) |
Have you figured it out? GREAT! The first step is to set up the semi-garden within your home, cupboard or trailer. Be sure to pick out plants that you actually want rather than plants that you really don’t want. The Sprig Spruce, Undiscovered Fern and Ground Cover are most popular among first timers. Not only are they some of the easiest plants to maintain (a man-child can generally take care of them) but they can also be left or “forgotten” for long periods of time. They naturally filter rooms and add beauty to the decor! Even though I’m completely alone, I’m laughing right now because it’s so amazing! Shelley liked that about plants. Anyway, you can research online or just visit your local Home Dump store to figure out which one is good for you.
Now you’ll need to buy some pots. You want the plant to be showy and presentable as well as having enough room to breathe and grow. You’ll also want to pick out a protective cone that can work along the shaft. Now the pot selection will depend entirely on you and your taste. If you prefer a more refined look then go with a terra cota or some glazed pot from a factory. Shelley would have liked that. If you are an extremely meretricious sort of person, go ahead and buy plastic. Shelley didn’t like plastic though; said it had a chemical odor. So beware of that.
Once the potting process is complete, all that’s left is to put your plants in a place that will give them the best combination of sunlight, moderate temperatures and eye appeal . You will probably like to use places like the dining room, living room, or even the kitchen to display your new plants. If you’re in a situation like me, where you’re waiting for Shelley to clear some of her boxes out but, at the same time, making it extremely difficult for her to gain access to the apartment and avoiding her phone calls, then just try making room for your plants as best you can. Keep the soil moist but not drowned and begin spraying the plants on a consistent basis. This can be a calming process– I’ve spent many hours lately just slowly spraying my new plants while going through a complex range of emotions. It’s OK–it helps you connect with the plant and the plant to you.
You don’t have to a have a brown [sic] thumb in order to keep plants. So go for it– create your own plant paradise and brighten up your interiors! It’s AMAZING. Shelley really liked it. Hopefully it will make things tranquil again for me and make my interiors seem like something other than just “four walls”. What creative ways do you transform your interiors with plants? Leave a comment and I’ll publish them in my next article!
Royer Calls Inner Hammer Mummy Story “Shifty Excreta”
By Brock Belvedere, Jr.
The Lankville Action News YES! Team
Senior Staff Writer

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In a reversal of customary roles, Lankville business magnate Ric Royer is going on record in stating that small pizza billionaire “Inner Hammer’s” recent mummy account is “shifty excreta”. Mr. Hammer’s story appeared in The Lankville Daily News last Tuesday.
“It’s dung chips. It’s a story that has less value than a basket of dung chips,” stated Royer, who was interviewed in his new home, a shuttered retail space at Twin Removed Pines Mall in downtown Lankville. “It’s a sham that has been coated in a hardened, outer shell of feculence.”
Royer suddenly produced an ice cream cone that had a hardened shell of chocolate. “I got this at the foot court,” he noted. “It’s right down there,” he added, pointing vaguely outside the curtained glass doors.
A shadowy figure suddenly appeared from behind the curtain and Royer demanded quiet and that the lights be dimmed. “It’s that Kites guy [manager of the mall]. He doesn’t want me living in the mall. I’m avoiding him.”
Once Kites disappeared, Royer continued.
“My Experiences are based on a lifetime of travel, interesting moments, sexual intimacy, and food. But Inner Hammer is just a liar. If there are mummies then I would be seeing them at the mall. And I haven’t.”
Royer paused.
He then asked, “You haven’t seen any mummies at the mall, have you?”
Feelings by Dr. Kevin Thurston
By Dr. Kevin Thurston
Special Correspondent
Dr. Thurston is an expert on men’s feelings.
Recently, I purchased some foam hearts wholesale to sell to certain clients. “You can put this in your office to remind you of love,” I noted. “Only $9.99 each, $12.99 for the red ones.”
Responses varied but I found that the red hearts were the most popular. At $3.99 wholesale price, that’s a nice $9 profit.
“Look at the heart throughout your day,” I advised. “It will remind you of love.”
“Yeah, you already said that,” said one client. “You said that when I bought the fucking thing.”
“I sense hostility,” I countered.
“Well, you said that the heart played little songs. It doesn’t play any songs. There is no apparatus inside that would allow it to play songs. It’s just more foam inside.”
I put my hands together in a pacific manner, reminiscent of a shaman at prayer. “That’s alright. Remember, love can be dangerous too, full of disguises.”
The client thought about this and eventually calmed down.
Later, I sold him a bag of charcoal.
Return to Hoover Island by Dick Oakes, Jr.
By Dick Oakes, Jr.
Senior Staff Writer

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Veteran reporter Dick Oakes, Jr. has returned to Hoover Island to find out more about mysterious business magnate and monarch Aaron Tucker.
For reasons unclear, Tucker has asked me to meet him outside a fenced-in work yard. A comfortable sofa has been placed there; indeed, it appears to have been placed very recently, perhaps in the last few minutes before my arrival. I wait for nearly two hours, listening to the sound of men moving barrels and crates. Occasionally, I look back to see the tip of a large conical object being thrust above the fencing, only to disappear just as quickly. It grows overcast.
Finally, a car pulls up and Tucker motions me into the backseat. It is a strange vehicle like nothing I have ever seen in Lankville and I make a comment.
“Oh yes, all of our cars are made and remain exclusively on Hoover Island,” says Tucker, who is wearing a regal purple chemise, pants roomy in the ass and crotch and a helmet. “They are finely-crafted. Many cross-references are made. It is an extensive process.”
I can’t make any of it out but I know that we are headed to lunch and that Tucker is footing the bill. That’s pretty much all I care about.
We pull up in front of a large hotel. There are fountains with nude statuary. When we reach the lounge, we find several nude patrons. A couple of the waitresses are nude but we don’t get so lucky– ours is fully-clothed.
“I know that in Lankville, it is unlikely that you would want to be waited upon by a nude,” says Tucker, as he examines the lavishly-illustrated menu. “I can understand that it might be difficult to make food decisions whilst a pair of bosoms lurk just inches from your face. For us, it is highly ordinary. Why, I have had a waiter’s sack so close to my soup that you wonder how it remains, shall we say, out of the soup. But, these men and women are experts.”
“OK with me if you want a nude waiter,” I comment hopefully.
“IT IS DONE,” Tucker thunders in response. Several people turn around in their seats. When they recognize the orator they suddenly stand, bow and applaud. Tucker waves graciously.
“You know,” he begins, piercing a loaf of bread with gusto, “I cannot comprehend the labor problems in your country. Frankly, had I known of such strife, I would not have gone through the effort of purchasing a sports franchise there. The people of Hoover Island want hockey but not at this cost. We find your problems foolish. You are all foolish, sad men, frankly.”
I attempt to explain some of the intricacies of the lockout.
“We do not deal in such irrationalities here. Wearing clothes, for example, is irrational. No one in this room, besides you I presume, is at all offended by that gentleman over there in the booth, his coinpurse resting gently on the red poly-vinyl. Or the good lady in the booth opposite, who, if you look quickly, has one titty resting on the table and one not.” Tucker laughs in a lordly way. “Oh, that has put me in a good humor.”
The food arrives. I had ordered the flounder but instead am brought an enormous lasagna. I feel that I cannot complain– Tucker is watching me carefully. I dig in.
“I will withdraw my franchise before too long,” Tucker announces after a short silence. “The situation grows more intolerable by the day. I don’t think much of your “Inner Hammer” or your Pondicherry.” They are trite men.”
The rest of the meal is eaten in silence, per Tucker’s request.
Part One in a Series
An Interview with Scott Kites
Larry “God” Peters recently had an opportunity to sit down with Mall Manager Mr. Scott Kites, best-known as landlord to Lankville business magnate Ric Royer.
LP: You’ve been in the news a lot recently.
SK: Yes, the circumstances are troubling. Whenever I speak, it’s usually to tout our mall. This is new to me.
LP: Will you be evicting Mr. Royer?
SK: He needs to open his store, sell something or provide some sort of service. We can’t have an empty retail space, even if it is being paid for. Plus, he put up some curtains that have frightening pumpkins all over them. It confuses people. People think it’s a Halloween-related store. Then, they get up close to the curtains and they see that the pumpkins are actually killing people. Scenes of real carnage are depicted on the curtains. I have no idea where he found these things– they’re pretty awful.
LP: Royer has a history of winning battles with authority figures in a demonstrative manner. Do you really think you can take him on?
SK: Of course. It’s a simple procedure to evict a tenant. Everything is handled properly.
LP: You’re just a Mall Manager. You seem to have faith that proper methods will work on Mr. Royer. You don’t seem to understand what is known as “The Darkness”.
SK(confused): Well…as I said…
LP: What you said means nothing. You’re just a Mall Manager. You’re simple.
SK: Look, I have to attend the opening of…
LP: Your grave?
Kites walked away.
Small Business Parade by Shelley Reports
By Shelley Reports Lankville Action News YES! Financial Team
Financial Expert

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Shelley did such a lusty, sensual job reporting on stocks that the Lankville Daily News is pleased to present her “Small Business Parade” feature. We are bursting with anticipation.
Business: Nuts, Ah!
Location: Twin Removed Pines Mall
Launched in 2007, Nuts, Ah! offers nuts and other gifts out of a kiosk at the popular downtown mall. “People have been really receptive to our nuts,” noted owner Lorr-raine Murphy. “And we’ve drawn an exceptional staff of young female nut handlers who believe in our vast concepts and bring their own ideas and experiences to the table. The vending of nuts is by no means a completed process. It’s growing and changing with the times.”
Business: Compelling Basements, Inc.
Location: A van
Started in 2002 by two brothers in the Northern Hole Area, Compelling Basements, Inc. has now grown to a staff of eight. “We still operate out of a van,” noted CEO Larry Y. Temple. “Basically, to create the hierarchal system necessary to run a business that finishes basements, we work on a patch system. It’s kind of like the armies, I guess. You get patches according to your rank.”
Temple displayed his work uniform which featured 379 patches.
“We do basement rehabilitation,” added Managing Director Gene C. Temple. “We can make a corner seamless and accent it with flourescent lighting. People have generally been happy with our work and we will never revisit your home when you are not present even though we know your schedule and access doors. But that will never happen with Compelling Basements, Inc.”
Stay tuned for further features on small Lankville business in coming issues!
We just wanted to call attention to what a great job Shelley did on this report. She really looked just terrific when she submitted it too– those knee-high leather boots and that red leotard. Wow! Shelley, just wanted to apologize too for driving by your apartment slowly the other night. I just…well…you’re just such a great lady, Shelley!
Royer’s Madcap Experiences: The Van Gölü Canavari
By Ric Royer

It first appeared in a Pots Barn. I was standing in front of the Christmas tree ornament display. At my side was a shopping bucket. I had already filled the bucket halfway with several German glitter mercury glass teddy bears and Santa Claus heads. There were so many piled in haphazardly, in fact, that many had broken. But I was flush. I could afford it.
I had just placed my hand on a wondrous Red Strobe Onion Glass ornament when the display suddenly disappeared before my eyes. And in its place, was the famous Van Golu Canavari. I was face to face with its evil.
It was as reported by the Torks of the East. Fifteen meters long with spikes on its back, a primordial sort of monster, fresh out of its lake. The Pots Barn floor became puddly but no customers seemed to notice. The tail of the great beast knocked over a lovely stacked crystal floor lamp that I had been planning to buy and its spikes tore into several wool jacquard pillow covers. My body quaked a little.
Then the monster spoke, in Torkish. It was a long, long explanation of some sort.
“I don’t speak that nonsense,” I said cockily. I put some gum in my mouth as is my wont.
The beast reflected. Then, it spoke again, this time in perfect English.
“You must tell the teaching assistants to stop coming to the lake, stop trying to make their films and write their dissertations. They should stop speculating as to why I swim straight in the lake, rather than curving through the water. They should stop asking why I sun myself on that rock.”
There was a long pause.
“I think you should ask if they have another of those lamps in the back,” the creature advised. “It would go well in your parlor. Next to that media stand with the shuttered doors that you’re using as a hat stand.”
“My hat place,” I corrected.
The creature eyed me suspiciously. I stopped chewing the gum. I was no match and he knew it.
And then he disappeared. The display of ornaments was before me.
I ended up spending over seven thousand dollars.
SPECIAL TV UPDATE…Horrible Mops!
A Lankville Daily News and Inflamed by Stars and Blood Exclusive

By Caramel Jameson
ISB Correspondent
The Lankville Broadcasting Corporation (LBC) will premier a new horror series tonight at 10PM.
Horrible Mops!, the brainchild of frightmaster Dean T. Pibbs stars Ken Barney as “Whitey”, a
mongoloid school janitor from the Hills. When Whitey discovers that Karen (played by Pares Jorgensen, in her debut) is in love with blonde badboy Trent (played by Ernie Whitt in his debut), he embarks on a savage series of mop murders throughout the school. Will Karen and Trent get away? Find out tonight at 10PM, 11PM mountains, 12PM deserts.
“I got the idea from the janitor at my school who was actually murdering a lot of people,” stated Pibbs, who is also known for his terrorist attack novels. “He wasn’t using mops though, he was just using guns. But I thought, what a great idea– mops! Horrible mops too. And Ken does a great job. A lot of people don’t know this but Ken is half-mongoloid and a little bit murderous himself so it wasn’t a great stretch. Also, I enjoyed being part of the filming and making some of the decisions in regards to filming the lockers. I knew that that was essential to the scariness of the picture, the feeling of being isolated with lockers.”
LBC has completed filming of 210 episodes of Horrible Mops! and is hoping to commission a second season.
Inflamed by Stars and Blood Mourns the Death of Rudolfph Horner

By Caramel Jameson
ISB Correspondent
Veteran actor Rudolfph Horner, perhaps most famous for his role as the “Blue Tiger Man” in the 1956 science fiction epic “Tigers in Ice Land” has died. The headliner fell forward into some soup at the 37th Annual Lankvillicon last Friday. He was 85.
The foreign-born Horner was a sci-fi idol after his Blue Tiger Man role and appeared in several sequels. He did not act after 1967 but appeared regularly on the convention circuit.
“He was a big man, a former wrestler,” said convention organizer Brett Quentz. “He wasn’t very talented at all but he was able to actually lift a tiger and this was viewed as spectacular. He will be missed.”
“I’m very sad to hear of the death of Rudolfph,” said Tigers in Ice Land co-star Maria Bureau-Sisters. “We had nice chemistry together on the set of that film and, of course, it was a big hit. Rudolfph and I had a brief affair and I found him to be a kind and gentle person with limited interests beyond lifting heavy animals.”
Horner had lived alone in a small rancher in the Lankville Hills. He is survived by his house.
Royer’s “Mall House” to Open Tonight
By Larry “God” Peters The Lankville Action News YES! Team
Far-Flung Areas Correspondent

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Business magnate and sports team owner Ric Royer announced this morning that his new “mall house” will open tonight at Removed Pines Mall in Downtown Lankville.
Royer, who leased the empty retail space last week, says that he will be taking up permanent residence at the shopping facility.
“This is home. It feels right,” said Royer, standing outside the shuttered retail space as confused mall patrons passed by. “By opening, of course, I mean that it’s my own personal opening, only for me. It’s the opening of my new life here. Ultimately, however, the store will always be closed because it’s my house.”
Mall officials admitted today that they were not aware of Royer’s intentions.
“He told us he was opening up a shop that would carry a wide selection of putties,” said Removed Pines Mall CEO Scott Kites. “We thought it was odd but he had the necessary funding and he certainly had the spirit we were looking for– I mean, he’s here every day, all day.”
Kites indicated that the Mall may have to cancel Royer’s application.
“You can’t live here. That’s the law. Our mall’s law,” Kites added.
Royer, however, was not deterred.
“That Kites fellow has no idea what he’s up against. If he tries anything to ruin my night, I’ll teach him about loss. I’ll teach him about darkness.”
Royer then traipsed off towards the food court and the interview was ended prematurely.
Lankville Daily News Money Report with Shelley Reports
By Shelley Reports Lankville Action News YES! Financial Team
Financial Expert

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The Lankville Daily News is lusciously delighted beyond measure to present a new financial column by noted expert Shelley Reports. Miss Reports will be getting all on top of stocks– doing a little “hands” on reporting. Go ahead Shelley, baby.
Stocks continued sluggish today as the Buntz-Barlow Group lowered its forecast levels for inventory at the end of June. Units for February are 0.4%
Trading was solid in Lankville Futures which saw a rise to 80 with a feverish series of transactions before the closing bell. Packets gained some increase but were naught in the smallish area.
Stocks ended last week with a bumpy ride. The Smalley 500 moved briefly into positive territory by mid-week but suddenly declined after a series of attacks from space. Once the attacks were repelled, the Smalley lurked briefly, then began a slight rise back to expected levels.
Tuesday morning kicks off with earnings from Vitiello Decorative Hams, Inc., Buntz Mallows and Chambers Hand Drills. However, trading in candy and shiny minerals remains stagnant.
After last year’s spectacular finish, traders are still looking for signs of improvement. “It’s been a sluggish market, generally,” noted analyst Steves Bore. “We expect this year to be strong but perhaps not as strong as 2013 or 2012 or 2011 but probably better than 2010.” Bore suddenly had his computer screen “accidentally” pushed over and the interview ended in confusion.
Island markets remain consistent and the Outlands reported modest gains.
| Lankville Futures | 14,277.00 | +80.00 | +0.49% |
| Barrels | 3,599.00 | +14.25 | +0.40% |
| Smalley 500 | 1,838.30 | +4.00 | +0.22% |
| Packets | 2.83% | -0.02 | Naught |
| Candy | $1,247.70 | -4.20 | -0.34% |
| Shiny Minerals | $94.50 | -0.07 | -0.07% |
The Lankville Daily News just wanted to comment on the fantastic job Shelley did with the preceding article. Shelley, you’re really amazing, darling. I mean, if you’re not doing anything tonight…well, just text me. Send me one of those “face text” things. Know what I’m talking about, baby?























































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