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From: IronRaven cyberraven@********.net
Subject: Is this TOO over the top?
Date: Fri, 03 Sep 1999 16:10:56 -0400
I've got an idea for a contact, a troll bounty hunter. I'm envisioning a
guy who is suave (even for a norm; Charisma 4, Exception Attribute edge to
5, with +2 Tailored Phermones), has a strange sense of honor, and is built
like a house. Ladies man, gambler, snappy dresser. He's would be very
common in one of the team's hangouts, to the point that the house band
rewrote a song about him:

Well the South side of Seattle,
Is the baddest part of town,
And if you Run down there you better just beware
Of a man named Leroy Brown.

{Refrain}
And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown,
Baddest troll in the whole damn town.
Badder than a Chinese Tong,
And meaner than a Hellhound dog.

Now Leroy's more than trouble,
You see, he stands about twelve foot tall.
All those down-town ladies call him "treetop lover",
All their kids just call him "Dad"!

{Refrain}

Now Leroy, he's a gambler
And he likes his fancy clothes.
He also hunts those kill for fun,
And loves women who love trolls.

{Refrain}
He deals with Lone Star.
And with Knight Errant, too.
He's got a Predator gun in his pocket for fun,
He got a Cougar in his shoe.

{Refrain}

Well, Friday 'bout a week ago
Leroy shootin' dice.
Into the bar walks this Humanis moron
looking to make some points.
That's when the trouble began;
Leroy hollered "Just you an' me!"
And I headed for the door.

{Refrain}

Well, Leroy jumped in fightin',
And took it to the floor.
When Leroy stood up,
Stupid looked like a donut,
With several extra holes.

{Refrain twice}
Yeah, he's badder than a Chinese Tong
And meaner than a Hellhound dog.

Song origionally sung by Jim Croce,
modified by "Black-Chrome and the Musical Runners"




Kevin Dole, aka CyberRaven, aka IronRaven, aka Steel Tengu
http://members.xoom.com/iron_raven/
"Once again, we have spat in the face of Death and his second cousin,
Dismemberment."
"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in
your philosophy."

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