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INDY

Indy sits alone in the blackest recesses catacombs (pronounced as one word) beneath Paris-city (pronounced as one word). Before him stands a tall, slim, dark figure in a black robe and hood.

You have summed me, Indy?

Yes, my Lord. I have summoned you, Halifax the Great Necromancer.

And wherefore have you thus summoned me?

I...I...beg a favor, Lord. My father saved your life once, and you vowed to him a favor.

This is true. I will keep my word. What is it you ask?

My great archnemesis (pronounced as one word) Kodybear has wickedly slaughtered my Manservant Leroy Cleophus Washington. I sensed a disturbance in the force.

Halifax the Necromancer closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before replying.

Yes, Indy, I feel it too. But what can you possibly do about it? After Kody destroyed the girlturd (pronounced as one word) fortress with his great ranks of Saniflush Kannons, you are now alone, deserted by your people, living as a rat deep beneath this ancient city.

That's the thing, your Excellence Halifax. There are all these bones around us...

Surely you are not saying...surely you are not asking...

Yes, Lord Halifax. I want you to revive these ancient bones from the dead and make them a great Undead Legion in subservience to me. I will use this Undead-Legion (pronounced as one word) to attack Kodybear's great Magogo Macarena Monkey Army.

But you do nt know what you ask, young Indy! There must be millions upon millions of bodies here, lives, people who have lived and died throughout the many centuries of the history of Paris!

You vowed a favor to my father.

Ah, then, so I must. Stand back.

Halifax the Necromancer begins to chant in Latin and wave his wand. A dark, nebulus cloud surrounds him. Suddenly, there is a stirring among the ancient bones. The grinding of bone-upon-bone (pronounced as one word) begins to produce a deafening crescendo from throughout the miles and miles of catacomb-tunnels (pronounced as one word) beneath Paris-city (pronounced as one word). Old bones reconnect to form skeletons, skeletons stand and walk. Within an hour, there are over 50 million undead-living-skeleton-warriors (ponounced as one word) bowing before Indy the Great.

There. Indy, I have raised the dead. The rest is upon your head. I will have no further part in this. My vow to your father is discharged.

You have done well, Lord Halifax. I ask nothing more of you.

The 50 million undead-minia (pronounced as one word) begin to chant, "Hail to Father Indy! Hail to our Maker!" They chant this in Latin, and they pronounce it all as one word.

Indy nods his head and grins wickedly. He thinks to himself, "Yes, now I shall rise up again in glory, and destroy once for all my great archmenesis (pronounced as one word), Kodybear!

ADDED BY THE DREADED POST DELETER! 10-22-06

So Mr. Indy, you scum sucking botom feeder. Yes, if it is you out there in Louisiana? No I cannot see your IP unlike the time I built the site you visited and I trapped your IP. Yes, Mr. Indy. I am watching because you in my opinion should thank God for every breath you take. If it is you Indy, just remember that only 3 things happen to scum like you, just 3 things. 1. You are like gum stuck to ones shoe after a hot summer day, you are simply removed with a stick and then forgotten about. 2. You are like the white stuff in bird shit. You know what that is? Just plain old bird shit. 3. You are like the annoying pice of dog crap one innocently steps in. Once discovered ou are sticked or hosed off and forgotten about. Just like dust scum.
People reading the INDY post above. Do not be tricked. Mr. Indy is very much a convicted pedophile. Check your neighborhoods. This man is dangerous and the internet allows him to sculpt his habit. Pure evil!
Rememer Indy. I'm like the wind I can resurface very quickly and find you once again. I'll be watching.

Posted by anonymous at October 20, 2006 7:24 AM