Alright, I'm in too... where's the boss?

hey Mr. Jack...i dont know what "machine" microphones are, but its clear to me that you misread the instruction list and codename key. and Dex, about that facial hair comment, you know i have a hormone disorder, so shut your face before i tear it off.

oh man, it feels great to be back in the company of the old crew..but, where's the boss? they let him out days ago, but i havent heard a peep. i'm starting to get worried. he's apparently spoken to some of you, but i have yet to see is face since that fateful day last semester, when the University decided to step in after we got "a little too cozy" with our audience. I guess the coroners' reports didnt really suggest a comfortable level of coziness either...but nevermind that. If they didnt come prepared for the level of face-rocking, that's their own fault. let's hope we get a more prepared crowd for the 12th...god i can't wait.

Bunnies

So I Just got back from the "Pet Shop" and got the "Bunnies" that we needed.  As requested, I picked up three hand "bunnies", four semi-automatic "bunnies", and eight machine "bunnies".  To pick up the "bunnies", contact me at the you know where.

I'm in.

I don't know how I was pulled into this....i was doing my groceries, a white van pulled up, and the next thing I know, a tall lanky guy in suspenders and his shorter, stockier friend with glasses are telling me they're planning a heist in Wilson. I told them it could never be done, but they begged me to help them. They kept saying I was the only one who has ever come close to infiltrating Wilson, and with the help of one more guy they picked up for their team, they could finally do the impossible. I had a look at their assembled crack team, and I had my doubts. There were a few musical theatre majors, a few who didn't drink, and even some who couldn't grow facial hair. After expressing my opinion, the stockier one with glasses sat down and gave me a speech about heart, and reaching deep inside and being able to feel the energy, and if I did that, "we'd" all be able to pull it off. I cut him off midway through his rambling, and said I was in. I needed the money.

And it is Wilson, afterall.........

Get Their Act Together

I commend you boys for coming on such short notice. I'm sure you know as well as I how hard it is to find good help these days. You've been very vocal with your posts, lets keep it that way.

It does however depress me, and you know how much I dislike being depressed, that our fellow comrades did not have the decency to show up on time. As usual we have a few stragglers.

I've done all I can do, so its up to you guys. If you see one of 'em on the streets be sure to slap 'em up a little and tell them to get their act together. Tell 'em we have free booze if you have to. Whatever it takes to get their sorry butts over here. Tell 'em JC will have a talk with them if their lateness continues. Thats sure to get 'em over here faster than I can say "Where's Waldo?" and you know I have a tendency to speak very quickly.

Make me proud boys
-Hotblades

The Plan

Big. That word is infinitesimal to describe this job. I assume you all have seen the ransom note. No one has ever taken Wilson Hall by force in the history of James Madison University. The plan is flawless as long as one of yous guys doesn't cause a stink, ya understand? Yous guys are the best of the best. Each of you has been hand-picked by Mr. Chandler and myself. Just remember that there are two kinds of thieves in this world: those who steal to enrich their lives, and those who steal to define their lives.

Don't be the latter