The Trans-Universe Traveler
You are sitting in a Starbucks, sipping a drink and surfing the 'net on your laptop. A commotion at the front door make you look up.
There's a guy in a long brown trench coat who's just staggered in, all wild-eyed and disheveled. He's knocked over a display stand of comics books, and is now clutching at a woman, babbling something incoherent. You see that he's got some kind of a metal box strapped to his chest.
"Oh my God!" the woman screams. "He's got a bomb!"
The End
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The Trans-Universe Traveler, which
was posted on Dec 28, 2008 by
amacgyver1.
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"It's a dirty story of a dirty man, and his clinging wife doesn't understand...oh..."
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