It was a dark and stormy night.

His glass eye had fallen out, and had rolled down the street. He despaired of digging throught all that muck to find it.

Meanwhile, on a small farm in Kansas, a boy was growing up.

Playing in an irrigation ditch, the boy-- Frank by name -- uncovered a glass eye, and wondered how it got there.

Originally posted by Paul Dirac II
Playing in an irrigation ditch, the boy-- Frank by name -- uncovered a glass eye, and wondered how it got there.

Originally posted by lemon lime
... and then he farted.

Originally posted by wolfgang59
"A fart by any other name would smell as sweet" said Ryan, the local poet.

Originally posted by Tabitha Marshall
Who immediately realised they were talking about a dart that accidently hit Frank's bottom.

Originally posted by Great Big Stees
Frank cried out, "Ouch!"

Originally posted by BigDoggProblem
The assassin cursed under his breath as the fat boy collapsed and farm hands rushed to his aid. Three failures in the last three attempts. The Guild didn't forgive that level of incompetence.

Originally posted by Great Big Stees
Hel was contacted to remove the incompetents, a lesson for the others that will be costly but absolutely needed.

Originally posted by Tabitha Marshall
They decided to have a meeting to discuss their incompetence at all levels and specially why the dart reached the wrong target.

Originally posted by redbadger
a cleaner was brought in from Chicago the Mob needed this mess sorted....and fast.

Originally posted by Great Big Stees
Hel contacted the don of the Chicago mob, Don Patrone, and said that if he or any of his gumbahs tried anything he, Hel, would personally see to it that Patrone would never again enjoy the company of the fairer sex.

Originally posted by redbadger
Hel just didn't understand Don Patrone and his sexual Dependencies the fact that he played for the away team never entered his head.