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In a small cantina in the nastier area of Havana, a cloaked figure sidled up to the back room door. After a series of complex knocks, a window slid open.
"Si?"
"It's me," said the cloak.
"What time of day is it?" said the door.
"I don't have the farking time! Do I look like somevun who vears a vatch?"
"Vears a vatch?"
"Ja!"
"Look, I'm not supposed to let anyone in who doesn't know the passwords!"
"Ignorant New Vorlders! Fery vell, sie month is too long to take a boat."
"Vhat, I mean, what if we send a telegram?"
"It's a holiday in Lodz. NOW LET ME IN, YOU INSUFFERABLE LITTLE MAN!"
"All right already! Sheesh! I'm just doing my job!"
As the door slammed shut, the patrons of the cantina turned back to their drinks, each one willing to swear that they had seen nothing unusual that night.
Last edited by pshrynk; 09-01-2009 at 02:34 PM.
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