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It was a dark and stormy night, the rain falling in sheets because several of the neighbors had not taken down their bedding from the clotheslines in time. It was the kind of night you'd expect Sam Spade to take on another mystery, or at least go shopping at Sam's Club while Neil Diamond and Heart played on the in-store muzak. But Sam had never completed his last investigation into who came up with the word "muzak". Of course, he could have simply Googled it, but Sam was a man behind the times: he thought Google's first name was Barney and Wikipedia was one of the Teletubbies. He'd been told years ago that his surname "Spade" was racially insensitive, so he had it legally changed to that of another garden implement. And thus it was, on this stark and dormy night, that the door of the dormatory room of one Sam Hoe, sophomoric college freshman double-majoring in Criminal Science and Felonious Arts, would be subjected to a frantic knocking that turned into a panicky pounding, engaged in by a mysterious shadowy figure (because of all the burned out lightbulbs in the dorm hallway). A figure who turned out to be none other than... (dun dun dunnnnn!!!)...
posted by box at 2:42 PM on December 12, 2007 [3 favorites]