hoffman912

i scaled down the towering cliff and hauled *** to the hut. in no time i was there, with no less than a hundred gnomes crowding around me speaking in some far out language. i asked them to please take me to their leader. and the next thing i knew i was following them. the smell wafting from the deoderant sticks was begining to make me nautious.. almost as sickening as that wet fart the dame let go back at the plane, but still i had to keep my composure; this was life or death.

pretty soon they had led me to a gigantic secluded cave that obviously had some importance. one of the gnomes, an odd little man with big ears and a monkey puke green hat on blew his trumpet and made an anouncement.
the next thing i knew i saw the man who was obviously the leader of this pack of crazed beings.. Ross Perot..

Legoland951

Next to Ross Perot was a "Momo" sign hanging on the hut. I remember I brought my Momo and reached in my pocket and pulled it out. For some strange reason everyone got down on their knees at the sight of my Momo. I soon realized that they worshiped Momo and I became their object of worship. I asked them to build me a kayak made of wood and being a superstud, I proceeded on my hunt of the "engineer" who designed the thermostat. I rowed for thousands of miles and waved to Indiana Jones as I rowed past the Bermuda Triangle and was momentarily time warped back in time. Finally after weeks of rowing and drinking my own sweat eating nothing but fish I caught with my hands, I reached Germany. In my relentless hunt for the "engineer", I ran across the man responsible for the rubber centered clutch. I reached over and grabbed him by the little hair he had left and started to bang his head against the wall once for every rubber centered clutch that was ever produced. By the time I was done, the wall was broken and he didn't have a head left. Then I proceeded to look for the "engineer"

Sami951

Which should have been an easy task, since he lives next door to the rubber clutch man. I tried to bust in LAPD style, but didn't get far before tripping over a huge pile of old mail laying on the floor. "Dang!" I thought, "looks like nobody's been here for a long time.."

Not happy with the situation, I proceeded to search the house and pocketed several items that might come in handy; few dme relays, a set of snap ring pliers (hmm), a non-broken lcd clock for the late dash cars and finally a beach photo album of the "engineers" 18yo daughter (for the archives).

During the scavenging I also came across a hand-written note. It said simply "late again, mr. bond. cheers, engineer" ... I cursed my delayed journey (even though the gnomes were kind of cool back there on the island) and proceeded out of the house. I would have to keep digging further for the "engineer" ...

Crackhead944S

So, I journeyed to Finland, because I had heard that the "engineer" had gone underground there. He was taking out his continued hatred for the marque by smashing Porsches one by one. <img border="0" title="" alt="[Wink]" src="wink.gif" />

Sami951

Hey!!! ( )

Crackhead944S

... I heard as I pushed my way through the crowded ferry station. It was the woman from the cockpit...

Sami951

... I had to wonder how the hell she got here too ...

hoffman912

she was walking with arms linked with a man in a furry suit.. it was the easter bunny! she looked over her shulder and caught a glimpse of me.. i began to chase after them when yet again she let out a big wet one.. it was a grease slick, so i would slip and slide all over the place..

next thing i knew shew and the waskaly wabbit were gone!

Sami951

"Damn, that girl's disgusting" I muttered to myself, as I made my way towards a bar. No good trying to chase them now, so I might as well get a beer... who knows if they carry Porin Karhu, the finest brew on the planet?

Some time later I woke up with my shoes missing and my wallet stuffed into my mouth, feeling like I had been run over with a lawnmover (weird huh?). Took a leak in the nearby park and started asking people if they've seen the easter bunny with a nasty chick anywhere... this was my only lead so I had to keep following it...

sweanders

And that's when I came to think of the VALMET-factory where most Boxsters are produced. Maybe I could sneak one of those giant tractor-turbos from the VALMET production line down in a Boxster without anyone noticing it. Only thing was a voice in the back of my head told me the Boxster had to be indisch rot - like the colour of the clutch mans blood. Picking up a nude girl that has been abused by a bunny must be easier in a red convertible..

trebor_quitman

then I realized why none of the people understood my inquiries of the woman and the rabit, I still had my wallet in my mouth. When I put it back in my pocket i noticed the snap ring pliers I had found, If they belonged to "the engineer" they might be magical. maybee they would lead me to him. And then I smelled something familiar, it was her...

BartW

I ran into the house but the smell was a little faint, I knew she had already gone. I decided to ask the scantily clad women if they had seen the woman and the engineer?? The responses sounded rehearsed so I knew he had got to them, if I was going to find another lead here, I was going to have to stick around this ***** house and get to know the prostitutes better, so they would trust me, looks like I will be here for the night.

Sami951

Too bad they wanted me to pay in advance, which proved impossible once I checked my wallet... a night out boozing in Finland seems to be more expensive than I had thought! Then again, it was probably fun (can't remember), so who cares.

Back out on the street, still with no shoes, I end up seeking shelter in a trashcan on a shady alley. Seems cozy - wait - there's something soft in here. It's an easter bunny suit! With a Porsche "engineer" business card in its pocket..! The plot thickens, I need to find that smelly chick and her companion...

pete944

...from behind me I heard "Psst, buddy, you looking for the engineer?" It was a small prarie dog in an Armani suit. He said "I have it on good authority that he's headed to Taiwan to take out a patent on a new, incredibly complex sunroof system. If you hurry you can catch the #951 bus to Taiwan."...

Crackhead944S

As I arrived in Taiwan, I was given a most unfriendly welcome. I was attacked from the shadows. I tore at the perpetrator's belt and it was obvious that I had caused some serious valve damage.....