"Oh it couldn't have been Bob," she reassured herself, remembering their amorous nights at the University of Götterberg. Despite his necrophilia and peculiar interest in cadavers, he was perfectly normal, psychopathic human being who enjoyed cutting up corpses with blunt instruments.
Abruptly, she looked out the window and saw to her great shock a familiar carriage pulling up to the portico. A long leather boot emerged as the Jeeves (the butler) opened the door... a boot designed to fit the foot of only one person... then she remembered... it was the offspring of her affair with her half-brother from long ago: Antigone.
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Gornibas lead Mr. Woodson into the bathroom and peered around, trying to appear professional.
"Well now, what seems to be the problem?" he inquired in as polite a manner as he could muster.
"The flush mechanism is jammed."
"Hmm... show me what your talking about." Mr. Woodson removed the lid and was about to speak when Elizabeth heard a loud crashing sound coming from the bathroom...
(OP: Nick, October 13 2006)
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