[Das Outsider]

It was a gray, breezy day in November. The leaves were blowing, scraping against the the sidewalk as they the wind carried them on their way. Narrow rays of sunlight pierced through the dark curtain above. Trails of smoke from all the chimneys in the neighborhood signalled that winter had indeed arrived--but there was something else. Something wasn't quite right. One could sense it, if only on a subliminal level.

A dull roar that had gone unnoticed began growing. Was it an airplane? A truck? But it grew louder and louder; it couldn't possibly be! The ground began to tremble--or was it you? It seemed to be coming from every direction. Spinning around, desperately seeking the source, "What, what is this?!" you cry....

[MNJohnnie]

seemed to be coming from every direction. Spinning around, desperately seeking the source, "What, what is this?!" you cry....

An M1-A1 Abrahams tank?

[Das Outsider]

Ah, my deeyuh flends. Is it going up, as they say? You knew thet Kim had to reave this mohning, yes? I hope to enjoy deh time thet we may spend toogeddah in this prace of which we meet. Puhaps we have some cocoa and watch one of, what you carr, chick frick?

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

A dull roar that had gone unnoticed began growing. Was it an airplane? A truck? But it grew louder and louder; it couldn't possibly be! The ground began to tremble--or was it you?

Sorry folks. I shouldn't have had brats and beans for breakfast.