aOIVV FE L 35

The Rabbit's Wine

A ladder is leaning against a brick wall of a two story building in an alleyway. It leads to nowhere, the roof is about 15 feet above. No windows. A black man, the man who was in Pops' store, was walking down the street but stopped to look down this very alleyway. He looks at the ladder, he looks down the street and sees a lady walking outside of a bakery, with a cake in her hands. She dropped the cake on the pavement, but she didn't curse. She slammed her purse against a car. 

I had to make a phone call to a payphone, before I could type in the numbers, the payphone rang. I picked up and heard nothing. I looked to my right to see a large fan flying threw the air. Over the receiver I heard, "Stop beating down the rabbit."

The black man walks to the ladder. He climbs the ladder. A man who was walking down the street behind him, looked down the alleyway to see the man, but he didn't see him. He looked up the ladder. Nobody had climbed the ladder. Underneath the ladder is a dirty box of a deck of cards.

Lady L walked into Lancaster's Kebab and Deli, she knew the man's name and that she had to take something off him to transport it herself. She felt worrisome, in particular to the dirty and loud atmosphere of the restaurant. A Turkish Man behind the counter was chopping lamb, while young Mexican men and women worked on making other foods, he screamed at them in a mix of English, Turkish, and Spanish. The waiters and waitresses were sweaty and looked annoyed. She saw a very young waitress, probably 15, Mexican, and felt pure fear wash over her. "She knows who I am."

Lady L had a dream a few years ago that she remembers. She walked into the very same restaurant, she was in casual clothing and smelt like she just took a shower. Lady L sat down at the furthest booth with a window, and a homeless man walked by the window and looked at her. She looked at him sit down next to a man with a blurry face, who she assumes would be Barry. She made this observation at the moment the Man of the Velvet Room gave her the new objective. The homeless man's voice sounded like cans rattling around, the man with the blurry face cut him off and would speak in a beautiful voice, "We had all of the materials to make this happen. The lateral projection couldn't be determined to find a particular device. We just had to make it." The homeless man pulled out a rusty two pronged steak-fork and stabbed the blurry man in the face. Blood waterfalled all over the table and poured onto her lap. 

Agent Rainier visited the FBI's Office in Los Angeles because the paperwork of his case was too much for him to do at his home. At home, he lives alone in a haunted house, the mortgage was very cheap and it had two bedrooms, despite him having no relationships. In the short amount of time he spent in the Office doing his paperwork, the Regional Bureau Chief, his superior, decided to hover over Rainier's back. Rainier looked back at him, "Morning Sir, it's a nice day." Chief David sighed, "There's someone here who wants to speak with you."

Ari decided to call a friend of his he met during his service in the US Military. "Heyyy Ariel! Man, it's been years since we last saw, about seven? No eight! Golly gee, it's good to here for you!" Ari was taken aback hearing his friend's voice, "Damn Vic, you seem exited haha. I need to ask you something." Vic gasped, "Anything Ari! Go ahead!" Ari sniffled a bit, his nostrils are always plugged with snot because his nose was broken. "Victoria, you're a girl I fought side-by-side with in the dunes of Kuwait... Do you remember the Mission a guy gave us?" Victoria was silent, she whispered, "You mean... The guy our Commander brought into the briefing tent? The guy in plainclothes who told us to..." Ari swallowed, "Yeah. That guy. That Mission."

A group of executives of a Vehicle Manufacturing Brand were in a big room, discussing options brought forward by their senior engineers. Two items were put forward, one is a Diesel Engine that puts out high torque at lower RPM's, and better Fuel Economy. The other is a design for a Luxury Sports Car, that contains new technology and a new Material that will make the vehicle lighter and more durable. The CEO of the Vehicle Manufacturing Brand spoke out loud after an hour and a half of unnecessary discussion, "I want that fucking Sports Car kid!" The senior engineer who put the concept car forward nearly had a heart attack; he's a 47 year old French Canadian. 

David Peterson was having an emergency meeting with the Producers of Naomi Abruzzo's Film due to budget issues occurring early in development. David was sweating, he had recently shaved so he was rubbing his upper lip awkwardly as the Side-Producer put down photographs, "As you know... We film everything end to the beginning, and the Mustang 302 we purchased turned out to not have an Engine. It was massive mistake. However, I was in Moraine, Ohio, at a meeting with a Vehicle Manufacturing Brand who I will not name yet, and I got the best idea ever." David nodded looking down at the vehicle on the paper, "You want me to drive this?" The Executive Producer stepped in, "Isuzu will be building the first concept in the next few months, they will be doing this for us because they want massive publicity for their new Luxury Sport platform they want to utilize for the next decade or so. What do you think?" David was displeased, "Unless they plan to put a Semi-Truck Engine in this, it won't hit zero to sixty in under fifteen seconds pal. This is..." Was so frustrated, he blundered his words, "This is duh... fu... fucking rabbit shit!" His face was red, and he rubbed his face incessantly. He slammed his hand down on the table, "Me and Naomi demanded a fucking 302! And if you stupid fucks don't give us one, oh, you can kiss my ass and say goodbye to your pathetic careers!" He stormed out of the meeting room.

The man that walked up the ladder in the alleyway had found himself looking in a mirror. He saw himself holding a sign on an offramp of a highway. On the sign says, "Miagna." and he is looking at himself.

Agent Rainier finds himself in a one way mirror room with a man named Robert Goldenstein, who is a major Hollywood Executive. Goldenstein was shaking incessantly, Agent Rainier read him off his righs and proceeded to ask his first question, "Why did you request to see me?" Goldenstein looked down at his lap, then back to him, "I was one of the Producers of the late Naomi Abruzzo's upcoming film, Römerwein."