Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the thread, Not a person was posting, the forums were dead. I was relaxing at home with my Vset, of course, With visions of playing Destiny of the Force.
When outside my house there arose such a din, I thought that someone had banned GOWK again.
I sprang from my recliner and the cards went flying, made the door in 3 strides without even trying.
Threw open the door and what did I see? Dean Miller in a red suit staring back at me!
“I brought your Vset”, he said, laying it down with a slap. “But I have one already?” “You do? Oh crap!”
“That means I missed someone...let me check my list. Don't want to not get someone something they wished.”
“Let's see...a girlfriend for Lou, a manthong for Chuck, Bill already got Suh, some hair gel for Ruhk.”
“Oh, I see...someone without an address... I'm so done with this! I hate this crap!”
“I'll take the Vset back, but just so you won't be hurt, I'll give you this lovely brand new T-shirt.”
I unfolded it..it was an XL mens, and on the front it read...Go Big 10!
“Gotta jet”, he said, and I looked for Rudolph or Cupid. “Whaddya lookin' for, do you think I'm stupid?”
“There's no sleigh or reindeer, my travel is more pleasant, Heck, I'm a Sith Lord, I just transfer essence.”
And POOF he was gone, scattering cards in his wake... every one was tourney legal, not a single one fake.
But before he left, I think he gave me a clue, “Look for Renegades and Rogues...that's Vset 2!”
Merry Christmas, EVERYONE. Darth Jim
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