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    iPoD Chapter 2

    Tim Haspel came running into the cafeteria scanning for two people in particular. Spotting them he ran over and wheezed out, Fairbanks! Carter! Come quick, somethings happened!

    Dana and Tanya dropped their spoons and ran out of the cafeteria. Lara yelled after them, You go get yourself some Milky, honey!!!

    Director Kennard was on the phone eating a chocolate bar when Dana and Tonya came running into her office. She held her finger up to motion for them to wait and then shot an angry glance at Tonya whos heavy breathing from the run to the office was drowning out whoever was on the other side of the phone.

    ~Chocolate ~ Chocolate ~ Chocolate~

    Yes, sir. I understand sir. We will sir. I have Fairbanks on it. I know she wont let us down. Director Kennard placed the phone down and looked over at her best hope. Fairbanks, its escalated and quickly. The Poet Laureate, Professor Charlotte Birch, was found brutally murdered in Philadelphia.

    Dana shook her head in sadness, not only feeling the loss of the countrys poet laureate, but she had a friend who once took a creative writing class with The Professor. Thats horrible. How did it happen?

    Tonya looked between the Director and Dana, Whos the Poet Laureate?

    The Director shook her head at Carter, Like I said, it was a particularly brutal murder. She was sliced and diced, but then the killer did a bizarre thing. A clowns face was painted on Birch. Strange. We wouldnt even have a lead on who did this, but the killer left her calling card.

    Her calling card? What was it? Tonya asked.

    There were crumbs all over the place. Apparently from a fresh Onion Roll. They were even found inside some of the wounds.

    Thats a calling card? I would of thought that was someone who eats on the job? Tonya asked.

    Dana rolled her eyes at her partner, getting more and more nervous that she had to go into the field with this woman, Dont you read any of your briefs? Bread crumbs? Jenny The Baker Schecter, right boss?

    Kiss *****. Tonya mumbled under her breath.

    Yes, exactly Fairbanks.

    This totally sucks for Birch and whoever catches this case, but boss, what does this have to do with Milky?

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    Comments

    1. Miss Bette Porter??
      Or maybe Kit?? Fucking awesome I laughing so hard at shane I spit out my smirnoff green apple, the dogs are looking at me funny, and now my nose burns. Where are the Warinings labels posted at??

    2. It’s brilliant. How can the line “Don’t you have gaydar Shane?” be so funny? And the Soup Chef telling Dana to ‘Go get yourself some Milky’ – prescient I hope!

    3. “You go get yourself some Milky, honey!!!” :DD

      iPoD is so genius and so twisted! Now I can’t stop laughing.. keep on going! Please, more! Soon!

    4. i think the mentor is bet. This is so fucking hilarious. I love it. It gets me away from all the dramatic stories i’ve been reading. Keep it up.

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