Night Three
After two nights of trying to get it going and failing, Pam Poovey finally managed to get a few people to join her underground fight club.
Present on this fine evening were Pam, Malory Archer, Barry Dylan, and Kenny Loggins.
The first fight of the evening saw Pam taking on the cybernetic serial killer, Barry Dylan. It should have been a one-sided victory to the former ODIN member, but somehow Pam managed to get his pants off and then all bets were off.
She'd be protected by that sweet cyborg spooge against the next attempt on her life.
The second bout saw Malory Archer and Kenny Loggins stripped down to the waist and ready to do battle.
In a fight nobody really wanted to see, Malory Archer years of close combat expertise allowed her to get the upper hand.
As she was preparing to break the singer's neck, however, his burly offsider intervened and had his neck broken instead.
Kenny Loggins' Bodyguard is dead. He was Kenny Loggins' Bodyguard, Town Aligned Bodyguard
Like Pam, Malory would now be buoyed by victory and protected from the next attempt against her life.
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Charles was out on the hunt again and ready to put some poor bastard to death, but fell afoul of a foul-mouthed blonde's charms.
She was relieved to find the pregnancy test came back negative the next morning. She'd have to start using protection a little more efficient than candy bar wrappers.
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Sterling Archer had just finished waxing and was preparing to get his honeypot on, but found that the door to his bathroom had been locked.
"What the hell, Woodhouse?" he called out, before realizing Woodhouse was dead. Awkward.
The door opened and, wonder of wonders, Lana Kane walked in.
"Lana?" he asked.
"Yes, Archer, it's me," she answered.
"Lana?"
"Yes!"
"Lana?"
"YES!"
"LAAAAANNNNNNAAAAA!"
"What?"
"Woodhouse is dead"
"I know," she consoled him, "Are you okay?"
"I'm more than okay. Are you okay?"
"What? Of course I'm okay".
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Archer. I'm sure".
"Are you really sure?"
"Yes"
"How can you be okay, Lana? You're in the...."
"Don't you dare say it,"
"DANGERZONE!"
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Charles was on his way home and feeling just a bit uncomfortable with what he'd just done with the Irish whore.
Rudy was barely cold in his grave and he'd been out fraternizing with the enemy.
All such introspection were forgotten when he got home and found a robotic arm sitting on his bed.
FISTER ROBOTO
"Ooh," he chuckled, "This might be fun".
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It is now day.
