Fire Side Chat

            Muzzy steps over to his favorite french chair as Checkers: his terrier curls up beside the crackling fire.
        He places his Elohim on his lap. "Well, Checkers there's been a lot of strange things happening." Muzzy winks
        at Checkers. Checkers barks. "I think its time to talk about ARMAGEDDON. It isn't that bad. It just takes a lot of
        personal time." Muzzy rubs Checkers head. Muzzy goes to his chalk tablet and holds it up to Checkers:

        1. First strike strategy
        2. Secondary effects:
                    a Lost of ozone
                    electromagnetic pulse
                    radioactive fallout
                    fireball thermal pulses
                    in a superheated atmosphere.

      Checkers roles over for a belly rub. "There's a lot of info here." Muzzy adds as he rubs Checkers.
      Muzzy picks Checkers up and they sit in the french chair; "Let's call in my favorite Baby Doll; Trina."
      Trina skips in with her giant teeth smile, "Whts-up?" "Trina. Do you know what an electromagnetic pulse is?"
      Muzzy queries. "Yeah. Can you spell it?" Trina answers with a tick-tock head nod. She rubs Checker's belly
      with her bare foot. Muzzy sits as she moves on to rub his crotch with the same foot.

                "First Strike Strategy: predicts a weak force response do to destructive force and a strong electromagnetic pulse.
                A Nuclear Blast renders all electrical devices inoperable." Trina states while calmly fingering her naked nipples.

      Muzzy raises one eye brow, "Yes. That's it. What terrorist and banana republics don't want is a nuclear first strike against
      them. They would be annihilated. And whatever survived would not be pretty or electrical."

                "Yeah, and that's not to mention all the dirty bombs walked into cities and targeted municipalities." Trina ate a bread stick
      while she spoke. "Exactly. It is in every ones best interest to cooperate in a global community or they will be bombed back into the
      stone age.+" Muzzy munched on a bread stick Trina fed to him. She shook her tush, which was covered only in a beaded skirt.
      "So? You want some of this?" Trina asked arching her back, while thrusting out her pelvis. Muzzy laughed and Checkers arfed.
      "Everybody wants to make money and party." Trina added dancing about the room, "That's why I'm a hoe."

                Muzzy put down his chalk board and stuffed a $50 bill in her beaded skirt.


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