Jimbo didn't know much. He just sat in his chair drinking hard lemonade, polishing his shotgun, and talking to passers-by. Cindy walked up to his porch.
"Howdy Jim," she enthusiasted.
"Bob Jenkins, if you keep stealin' from my pickle tree, lord knows what I'm going to do to you," Jimby responded
"Silly old Jim." Cindy walked on.
Jimbo sat some more. Something walked up to his porch.
"Damn it, Jenkins, if I've told you once I've told you a million times, stop stealin' from my garden. You better get a job one of these days. Idle hands are the devil's handbasket, you know," he babbled.
The space beetle stuck out its three-tentacled proboscis horn and sucked the life juice out of Jim's ear.
Cindy was walking along the street when she heard a noise behind her. She looked back and saw...
A HIDEOUS SPACE BEETLE. She started to run but the beetle was too fast. Cindy tripped on some air, and the beetle was on her, sticking out its horrible tongued-thing. It was the end, she knew it, but then she heard a blast from the air. The beetle was on its back with a giant hole through its head.
A voice came from in front of her. "Funny thing about them beetles, they seem to like pretty young women like you."
She looked up. "Well if it isn't Bob Jenkins!"
(OP: Nate, October 30 2006)
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