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Ok, I had a dream that Charlesanne and I were some sort of secret agent type people and we were in charge of obtaining a secret medical cure. Our contact was John Stewart. He was supposed to meet up with his contact and negotiate the deal. It was our job to make sure it all went properly.
We had a tail though.
A spy.
Someone who was going to do whatever they deemed necessary to stop us.
Drew Barrymore.
It started with us in some sort of train station. Hunted by that no good Gertie.
She hadn't quite 'made' us yet, so I did not believe she new exactly who she was looking for... she was watching... like a hungry shar-pei. We were doing a good job of staying inconspicuous. We were, that is, until John Stewart met with one of the contacts. The game was on.
We shoved John Stewart into a cab and told him to meet us at 'point delta' when he was sure he was safe.
We ran through some courtyards with Drew chasing us, long coat wafting in the rushing wind.
Somehow we found ourselves in a department store running through the home furnishing department. Ducking behind sofas and modular-sectional units. Drew was shoving bystanders into piles of beanbags and down escalators.
From there we were being chased in some old dilapidated warehouse that seemed to think there was a very high necessity for stares and ramps. I was jumping down entire flights of stairs while Charlesanne would slide down ladders like they do in those navy movies.
We finally found ourselves in some loading dock with John Stewart getting the medicine from some unknown man.
Drew just threw her hands in the air and said, "Ok, you win." and walked off as if she had somewhere to go.
We defeated her.
The free world was safe.
We had a tail though.
A spy.
Someone who was going to do whatever they deemed necessary to stop us.
Drew Barrymore.
It started with us in some sort of train station. Hunted by that no good Gertie.
She hadn't quite 'made' us yet, so I did not believe she new exactly who she was looking for... she was watching... like a hungry shar-pei. We were doing a good job of staying inconspicuous. We were, that is, until John Stewart met with one of the contacts. The game was on.
We shoved John Stewart into a cab and told him to meet us at 'point delta' when he was sure he was safe.
We ran through some courtyards with Drew chasing us, long coat wafting in the rushing wind.
Somehow we found ourselves in a department store running through the home furnishing department. Ducking behind sofas and modular-sectional units. Drew was shoving bystanders into piles of beanbags and down escalators.
From there we were being chased in some old dilapidated warehouse that seemed to think there was a very high necessity for stares and ramps. I was jumping down entire flights of stairs while Charlesanne would slide down ladders like they do in those navy movies.
We finally found ourselves in some loading dock with John Stewart getting the medicine from some unknown man.
Drew just threw her hands in the air and said, "Ok, you win." and walked off as if she had somewhere to go.
We defeated her.
The free world was safe.