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[Zukeenee]

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As I am aware, I recently had my wedding with Jenny-Govvy on Planet Manhattan. My masterful plan worked out amazingly well, and I've escaped!

But first, I'll need to backtrack and go over the things that happened in the days before the wedding. While I was so busy preparing the chapel for our ceremony, I didn't have time to write to myself! So, we'll start out with what happened on this one day where this thing happened...

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Once upon a time, there was a place called New York. And... lots of stuff happened there.

First, there was this guy in New York selling stuff. He sold me a shiny amulet and a shinier "Art" thing! But then a Hunterman came and was all like, "You can't have the art. Drop it or I shoot you. Grr." So, after some whining, I did. Otherwise, he would have hurt Bert!

Somehow, the art-thing got in the hands of Death, or something. There was a secret agent man, and he got the art. But then he got in a fight with a Ha-Ha person, who almost a'sploded him! When the Death-guy a'splodes, I thought to myself, I'll get my art back! But the Death-man ran away, and now I'll never see the art again. Best 350 fish I ever spent, and it's gone.

Then the person who sold me the art came back, and I was all like "Waaah! Complain complain complain!" But they wouldn't have any of it! The Rosey-person who sold me the art didn't know what I was talking about. Maybe he got hit on the head.

But I started talkin' about his rusty ship, and he got all mad, and then Newark was like "Oh, no, Rusty Rosey-man, you broke our mooring-mabob!" And they made him pay for repairs. But it was like... my... fault somehow, according to Rusty-Rose, but Newark didn't know that. I tried to blame it on DarkStar again. Apparently, Rusty-Rose doesn't believe in DarkStar. Then Rosey-guy was trying to catch me on his rusty hooks for the rest of our time together. Probably to hug me. But he sounded really mad...

I was able to get away from him after a while, though. Because I heard this interesting thing going on over the radio-talker somewhere else in New York... apparently, there was a competition going on!

LPI-Karl.Agathon[D]: I dont know who to cheer for... Kimble or Robinson...
Brakelatabasaasta: Kimble! Cheer for Kimble, my love!
[LN]-Christina.Robinson: Cheer for him and I rip your balls off!
Brakelatabasaasta: Christina! Cheer for Christina, for the safety of my balls!
[LN]-Christina.Robinson: Thats more like it...
Smeagle.: If your a man, a true man, you would have balls of steel. Therefor she could not rip them off.
Brakelatabasaasta: But I'm not a true man. I'm a Brakelatabasaasta!

I'm not actually sure what was going on. But the LPI-dudes and a LN-dudette were apparently busy with a lightshow. Or they were having marital issues. I dunno. I was lookin' for them to find out what was going on, but I never found them. It was around this time that I realized I had to get back to the chapel, anyway, to finish up with the preparations for the wedding.

So, without ever knowing why my balls may or may not have been ripped off, I returned to the ground-place and went back to watch the helping-people bring in the flowers. And we all know where it went from there...

Of course, now that the wedding's over, I'm not even in Liberty anymore. I'll have to explain that a bit later, but for now, I'll just wrap up this little entry here and be done with it. So... later!

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