Spencer Shotgun: Issue 3
We join our hero, Spencer Shotgun as he awakens from his encounter with 'The Mathematician.'
When I awoke I was in a dark room that was dark as hell would be if someone pulled the fire alarm. All of a sudden in walked a big figure. In his hand was a calculator. He gave me one swift whack with it and sat down in front of me. Obviously I was being interrogated by 'The Mathematician' himself.
"So now I finally get to meet Spencer Shotgun," he said.
"You could have just wrote," I countered.
"Sorry but I just wanted to say hello in a way appropriate to me."
"Let's get down to business, 'Mathematician.' What is it you want from me?" I asked.
"These days are hard ones for people like you. Miserable times for me too. Especially when I can't run my own crime syndicate. But it's also the days of survival of the strongest. That's why I have to terminate people like you Mr. Shotgun, and what better way to do it than to put you to sleep with the fishes." He explained.
"I see. But before you kill me, what is your real name?"
"If this were a situation in which you could escape, I would never tell you. But in this situation, we're 50 miles from the shoreline, so I will tell you. My name is Greg 'The Mathematician' Lubowski."
"All I needed to know," I concluded.
Little did 'The Mathematician' know i had done a few dances with the knot behind my chair. I was up in an instant and had Mr. Lubowski say hello to my five-fingered friend, Mr. Fist. In an instant I was out of the building like diarrhea in a goose. On my way out I picked up a .38 and dashed for the ferry. The fare wasn't much. Just 38 cents per hired goon.
Finding the city wasn't hard at this time of night. Just follow the lights on the horizon. My case may have seemed like it was through with, but I still needed confirmation. Right then I caught some hired goons dragging Betsy 'The Dutch Clutch' Bogers while she screamed loud enough to break the 9th street bridge. I caught a quick glimpse of the car driving her away and noticed it wasn't anything related to 'The Mathematician.' This meant something. Twice the case, twice the money, twice the gin, and twice the heartbreak.
Twice the heartbreak? Tune in tomorrow for the exciting continuation of SPENCER SHOTGUN!
When I awoke I was in a dark room that was dark as hell would be if someone pulled the fire alarm. All of a sudden in walked a big figure. In his hand was a calculator. He gave me one swift whack with it and sat down in front of me. Obviously I was being interrogated by 'The Mathematician' himself.
"So now I finally get to meet Spencer Shotgun," he said.
"You could have just wrote," I countered.
"Sorry but I just wanted to say hello in a way appropriate to me."
"Let's get down to business, 'Mathematician.' What is it you want from me?" I asked.
"These days are hard ones for people like you. Miserable times for me too. Especially when I can't run my own crime syndicate. But it's also the days of survival of the strongest. That's why I have to terminate people like you Mr. Shotgun, and what better way to do it than to put you to sleep with the fishes." He explained.
"I see. But before you kill me, what is your real name?"
"If this were a situation in which you could escape, I would never tell you. But in this situation, we're 50 miles from the shoreline, so I will tell you. My name is Greg 'The Mathematician' Lubowski."
"All I needed to know," I concluded.
Little did 'The Mathematician' know i had done a few dances with the knot behind my chair. I was up in an instant and had Mr. Lubowski say hello to my five-fingered friend, Mr. Fist. In an instant I was out of the building like diarrhea in a goose. On my way out I picked up a .38 and dashed for the ferry. The fare wasn't much. Just 38 cents per hired goon.
Finding the city wasn't hard at this time of night. Just follow the lights on the horizon. My case may have seemed like it was through with, but I still needed confirmation. Right then I caught some hired goons dragging Betsy 'The Dutch Clutch' Bogers while she screamed loud enough to break the 9th street bridge. I caught a quick glimpse of the car driving her away and noticed it wasn't anything related to 'The Mathematician.' This meant something. Twice the case, twice the money, twice the gin, and twice the heartbreak.
Twice the heartbreak? Tune in tomorrow for the exciting continuation of SPENCER SHOTGUN!