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From: Umfleet <gumfleet@***.edu>
Subject: Mistake
Date: Mon, 18 Mar 1996 19:42:07 -0500 (EST)
>>>>>[MUFFIN MAN< MUFFIN MAN< MUFFIN MAN< MUFFIN MAN. Well hello
all and
welcome to "THE MUFFIN MAN"S WHEEL O' TERROR", for your viewing pleasure
tonight we have three, count them three contestants. So who shall die
first, will it be Contestant #1: Some street urchin I picked, Contestant
#2: A hooker, elfin of course, or our special Contestant #3: A lady who
though she could control the monster she created, Amber Snowmane. Well
boys and girls, lets look at Cam. 1:

+++++Start tridio #1:

Sitting in front of the cam is young boy strapped to a table, above him
is a large drum of what looks to be water. A voice from the background
says, "Well look at our poor little boy here, all dirty and grimmy.
shall we give him a bath folks." A hand reaches out and yanks a cord
attached to the drum, dumping it's contents on the boy. When the liquid
hits him he lets out a high pitched scream and starts to squirm. As the
cam. focuses in closer you can see the boys skin bubbling and melting off
his body. The last sight you see before the cam. goes black is the look
of terror and pain in the boys eyes.

+++++End tridio #1

+++++Start tridio #2

A sleek elfin girl lounges on a bed as a cybered Amerindian sits next to
her and says, "My little cutie here has just finished doing her job and
now it's time I pay her." He turns to the hooker and caresses her face
while he whips a knife across her neck watching as she pulls back and
slowly bleeds to death. "Ah, the only good hooker is a dead one," says
the Amerindian before the cam. goes black.

+++++End tridio #2

Ready for the last one boys and girls, here it is:

+++++Start tridio #3

A low pitched whirling sound is heard as the pic. comes into focus, a
voice is barely heard obove the noise saying, "One little birdie in the
sky, gonna sit here and watch her die." The cam. focuses in on a
convayer belt thats slowly leading up to a huge shredder. On the
convayer belt you see a white haired elf struggling with her bonds. As
the woman gets closer you hear the voice counting off, " Ten, nine,
eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, .........................]

Transmition broken........

*****Not to:Muffin Man
>>>>>[Sorry folks I'm not going to give my brother the satisfaction of
knowing everyone saw that. He's gone to far over the deep end, I'm
afraid I'm going to have to kill him.]<<<<<
-- Mr. Blackthorne <03/18/57 07:44:34>

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