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*blinks* Does asnyoen know what's going on here? Viq, pas me tha tbook. *reads back a ew pages* Ah. I see. Right. Ok. Harvey, Don is a friend of Mingo's brother..er...my son?...and so, um, thre's no need for a gun. Hey! Why are you waving that thing around? Put that pizza down Viq.

*jumps up, gets tangled in blanket, falls down, jump up again* Mr Harvey, how dare you come in here and disturb my family! Er, I can offer you tea, coffe, or a cold drink? And for you, Mr Con Danoli?

Thanks. ;)

Still at one, dum, de dum, still at one, dum de dum...*dances*

I'll call the cows, Christy,bring the bus. J and M man, provide the motivation, and, I'll get a caterer to bring the sandwhiches. Now, let's get that Sababa Scum!

*back at the house, Father in apron, slicing Pizza, spots an approaching police car...um....yeah...mr Harvey's car, painted with yellow stripes* Oh no...this is terrable, how can this have hapened? I can't let the police see this, if he should arrive this minute I would be ruined...*gulp...

Beau-tiful? Don't start that again! I mean...*cough* But that's the last, ha!

*gets dust up nose and sneezes* Father: It's allright for Her to say it's fine... Hevej: Is nuffin fine for you Moppet? A nice robust wife, cute but evil kids, gorgious women roaming your halls, a criminal and crime boss... Father: WHAT did you say? Hevej: Don't take it to heart...

(OOC, Count, got it. Forwarded it to harvey who is doing the charcter index for us) Hevej: *sliding to a stop behind the car* *catching Vic's ear*You boy, get home you swap. You lad, follow that other boy. Dog...go dig upa deadman's bone. Father: *panting and wheezing* Hevej: That's...

Yup. Mine were sent from the amazon yesterday..

If anyone cares, there's a new comic at http://mopfam.bravehost.com

BTW, if anyone is interested the site now hosts a brand new Web-comic, staring a certain 8 foot yak, this time drawn by our own Kyle, and colored by our own Nanny Mingostone. The Father images of course, were done by Vibs.

Hevej: Aye, the smart black expencive car with the bend fender...I'll be going after it. Father: *waking instantly* The...what! VIC!!!!!

*moans* Throbbing temples.... *moans*

*opens one eye* What the...are you talking about? Good lord! *leaps up* The dinner! The Dinner! Gully the flags, flip the pancakes! Oooh, my head...*colapses again*

*talking slowly, while pulling hand away from Don who keeps shakign it* Well, um...Vic is the guy with the pizza knowledge, he....YOUR FATHER!!! How, when, what, why, Mingo is my daughter? *faints* (ooc, no Count, sorry, where did you send it again?)

Holy smokes, we now move into Third place and rising!

*exits the kitchen in a puff of green and blue smoke, appearing for all the world like a creature of the night* Mwhahahaha! I mean..*cough*...*cough, cough, cough* This smoke is rather smoke, what, what. You must be...*mind blank*...the man who is coming to dinner. *extends hand* Hi.

*pulls on apron* Ahh! Green fire! Ahh! Blue fire! *grabs fire lighter* No, um..I need..fire extinguisher... *grabs tea-towel and flaps it at the burning steaks* Phew! No fire...

Present Mentel Image 13.12 (version d): Busker Steve... In the shopping mall, sorounded by busy shoppers, his image stands out above the rest. He leans against the a wall, elbow patches of the thick dark green jacket touching against stone work. His jeans are ripped at the ankles, one knee...