Michael Malone - Weebly

what he could dig up, happily warning that it wouldn't
be much.
Miserable in a booth at the motel's Round-Up
Restaurant, the three espionage executives sat
shamefaced in ill-fitting and unwashed blue jeans, Tshirts,
white socks, and (their own) expensive leather
loafers. They were without their shorts and feeling very
vulnerable. Brooding to and from the salad bar, they
tried to come up with a game plan. Since, an hour after
exposure, they appeared to show no signs of dropping
dead from what was apparently a major flaw in Dr.
Svatopluk's experiment, maybe they could still pull this
mess out of the fire, or at least save their own balls from
the shredder.
"Gentlemen, we have a problem," said Thom,
sawing at his T-bone steak.
"Maybe Wolton and Eagerly killed them all," said
Dick, swizzling his Scotch.
"Maybe they killed Wolton and Eagerly at the same
time, don't forget that," said Harry, beating catsup onto
his potatoes. "So I say, we go back, hold our noses, flip
over the bodies, and check out the faces for Dan and