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Date Posted: 20:42:12 08/09/02 Fri
Author: Chester Mann
Subject: Backwards

A nameless drunkard stumbled into the bathroom, diving for the nearest toilet. The porcelain throne worshipping began as a vent grill slowly came off. "Chester" poked his cycloptic head out. That sinister grin covered his face as he leapt out and crept up behind the sick no name....

***

A cut-up mass of alcoholic was stuffed into "Chester�s" spacesuit, which in turn was shoved down the vent. Before the nude agent lay the drunk�s clothes�but the guards would still recognize his face. He looked at a first aid box.

"No." He thought. But there was no other option. "Chester" reluctantly opened the case and stared at the bandage rolls inside. With a shudder, he grabbed a few and started wrapping himself up.

He took a look in the mirror when he was finished. He felt so...low. His homeland was better than masking themselves like this. "Chester" slipped on the dead drunk�s boots, lacing them up, followed by his jacket, which looked like an overcoat on him. "Great. I look just like every other Manches in this SPUniverse...."

He buttoned his new attire up and shoved the rest of the clothes (used to hold more evidence against him) in the vent as well, sending a mass of corpse tumbling down the airways.

The bandaged Manches exited the bathroom, and grabbed a hat that conveniently fit his head from a hat rack conveniently within his reach. He pulled the hat down and lowered his face, sliding into a booth while he planned his next move.

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Dekaminute -- Chester Mann, 22:16:58 08/11/02 Sun