The scene: 30,000 years BC, more or less. Marc Trestmans Windowless Van is curled up on the floor of the hut, clutching his bag of weed tightly. Covalent Blonde is attempting to wrestle it away as Horatio Cornblower and OSZ try to reason with him. Marc Trestmans Windowless Van: No
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Hard Ride To Nowhere (Chapter 10)
Hard Ride To Nowhere (Chapter 9)
The scene: Outside of the DFO clubhouse. All is quiet out front, aside from the pitiful voice of Ballsofsteelandfury. Ballsofsteelandfury: Guys...hey, is there anyone around? I need some help here... The camera pans up to reveal Ballsofsteelandfury hanging upside down from the flag pole. Ballsofsteelandfury: Aw, come on, guys... The sound of
Hard Ride To Nowhere (Chapter 8)
Hard Ride To Nowhere (Chapter 7)
Hard Ride To Nowhere (Chapter 6)
Hard Ride To Nowhere (Chapter 5)
Scene: Outside of Le Muffin de Crosse, a French bakery in the downtown area. OSZ and Marc Trestmans Windowless Van are just stepping outside, licking frosting off their fingers. Marc Trestmans Windowless Van: See? I told you this was a good idea. OSZ: I'm not arguing. It's just that it's a five-mile
Hard Ride To Nowhere (Chapter 4)
Hard Ride to Nowhere (Chapter 3)
Scene: The Platinum International Gym. Horatio Cornblower sits out front in a Lotus position, meditating, a bandage on his wrist. Like others who are elite among the DFO, he wears his original "KSK" patch. Horatio Cornblower: Ohm...ohm... Just then OSZ comes peddling up the drive, with Covalent Blonde on the handlebars of
Hard Ride to Nowhere (Chapter 2)
Scene: The DFO clubhouse, where anxious prospect PK, notepad in hand, is asking DFO member Covalent Blonde what this patch means: Covalent Blonde slaps the notepad out of PK's hand. Covalent Blonde: Get a God Damn Snack! PK scurries off to the kitchen, where he can be heard rooting through the refrigerator. [DOOR
Hard Ride to Nowhere (Chapter 1)
Scene: F.B.I. Headquarters. Inside several agents are meeting with local law enforcement about a new gang taking the country by storm. FBI Director: So, men, tell me what you've got on these...what are their names again? Agent #1: Door Flies Open, sir. We have no idea what it means. Agent #2: But we