02-18-2009, 11:33 AM
Nigel called a few ticks ago, and asked me to meet him at the pub. I sighed a bit and agreed, Iknew he'd bring that bastard Filon with him, and those two Effs would try to rehash the old business.
Nigel's family used to own the land that my Great Grandfather handed down to me through the generations. He'd been combing through the records for two years now trying to find proof that I was not the rightful owner.
It was good land, more than workable, and anyone with a mind to it, and who was willing to put a right share of effort into it could turn a profit.
Ummm then, some aliens came, and blew shit up.
Nigel's family used to own the land that my Great Grandfather handed down to me through the generations. He'd been combing through the records for two years now trying to find proof that I was not the rightful owner.
It was good land, more than workable, and anyone with a mind to it, and who was willing to put a right share of effort into it could turn a profit.
Ummm then, some aliens came, and blew shit up.
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