It was a cold night in Sabre city. The kind of night 
         when honest citizens huddled close in their homes, watching 
         "Moonlighting" and drinking kool-aid. The wind blew threw 
         the barren trees forming visages from the countless bad 
         horror movies we all go to see. But a few people did dare to 
         walk the streets. Yes, the geeks, noids, and depraved all 
         dared, they didn't have the brains not to. Who could keep 
         the teenagers, partyers, and criminals behind bars? But more 
         insidious than the rest was doc Skin and his portly co-hort 
         The Berg.
         
              Yea, It was up to me, Mr.X, the Sam spade, David 
         Adison, and Dick Tracy; of this two-bit city, to keep these 
         city slime in line. I was sitting behind my desk in my 
         $100,000 office kicking back when a new case came bursting 
         in. It was Ma Shlepberg, a local rep. for a  sporting goods 
         company. The company was an off-shoot of a mental brew-thru 
         owned by none other than doc Skin. She was quick to talk 
         telling me that the doc was trying to muscle her out of her 
         new position because she new too much. Simple case, familiar 
         plot. No sweat. I took the case, I was going to nail these 
         lying bunch of non's once and for all!
         
              My first step was to gather dirt on these dweebes. I 
         picked up the 'ol raprod and called the local P.W.N.B.T.D. 
         (people with nothing better to do) office. Hell, I was going 
         to need help and this was the best place to find it. I 
         talked to a guy who gave me the names of a "few good men" 
         willing to help. I called up the people on the list and told 
         them what was up. Only four guys volunteered. Fine by me, I 
         didn't need any wimps on my team, people who couldn't take 
         the heat.
         
              We fanned out across the city to find what we needed. I 
         grabbed my Nikon Super Automated Do-Everything camera, my 
         all purpose 17 to 500mm lens, and of course my .50 Calibre 
         auto pistol in case somebody wanted to give themselves 
         trouble. I headed down to corporate HQ to confront doc Skin 
         and his henchmen. As I drove up I noticed the sign on the 
         building-Adolescent Instructional Brain Cramming Corporation-
         "We're good at what we do and we're fair too." I laughed at 
         this as I parked and went up to see the big guy.