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Gabe noticed another one leaving the building and pranced over, trying to be incognito,"Psst! Hey, Be-a-tle! You shall have fun, yes? ",he showed the bag to Brendon. Brendon shook his head,"No thanks, I'm rhythm guitar and mouth organ.", and with that he walked off to get in the car with the others.

Brendon watched the Indian man stand on his head, curious,"Doesn't the blood rush to your head?" Jon was in the kitchen looking at all of the pots, turning to a chef, looking from over top of a pot of cooking soup,"Doesn't the eastern flavor come rather expensive?" Ryan watched the belly dance in awe,"Doesn't all the blood rush to your stomach?"

Vicky was dancing with Ryan in the restaurant,"Your friend has only three hours to live." Ryan shook his head,"Say no more." She turned back to look at him,"I can say no more."

Jon stood there watching as the stone slid across the snowy ice,"Hey, it's a thingie! A fiendish thingie!", he yelled, having everyone run away from the area, he ran by Spencer, pulling him away,"Run Spencer!"

The group was standing in a Scotland Yard,"Hold on, it's them! Only me and Ryan know we're here." Jon blinked, turning to him,"I know we're here."

Spencer ran away from the crazed people,"I don't subscribe to your religion."

Ryan looked at the red painted footprints and got down on his knees, putting his ear to the ground,"Easterner with greasy feet speak with fork tongue. " Brendon crossed his arms, walking over,some what intreged,"Does he? What's he say? " The older boy sat up, looking at him and the others,"Passing this way, hot foot, many moons to temple.",he pointed in the direction the foot prints were going. Jon shook his head, making Brendon step back,"Don't encourage him. You've got the part Ryan!" Brendon shrugged and looked back,"Dare we ask how you know? " Spencer looked confused,"How?" Ryan stood up, looking at him, holding up the guide book,"How! I saw these footprints and this guide book which points out places of local worship." Brendon took charge again,"To the temple!"

Pete looked very grave and depressed,"It's the brain drain, his brain's draining."

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Gabe noticed another one leaving the building and pranced over, trying to be incognito,"Psst! Hey, Be-a-tle! You shall have fun, yes? ",he showed the bag to Brendon. Brendon shook his head,"No thanks, I'm rhythm guitar and mouth organ.", and with that he walked off to get in the car with the others.

Brendon watched the Indian man stand on his head, curious,"Doesn't the blood rush to your head?" Jon was in the kitchen looking at all of the pots, turning to a chef, looking from over top of a pot of cooking soup,"Doesn't the eastern flavor come rather expensive?" Ryan watched the belly dance in awe,"Doesn't all the blood rush to your stomach?"

Vicky was dancing with Ryan in the restaurant,"Your friend has only three hours to live." Ryan shook his head,"Say no more." She turned back to look at him,"I can say no more."

Jon stood there watching as the stone slid across the snowy ice,"Hey, it's a thingie! A fiendish thingie!", he yelled, having everyone run away from the area, he ran by Spencer, pulling him away,"Run Spencer!"

The group was standing in a Scotland Yard,"Hold on, it's them! Only me and Ryan know we're here." Jon blinked, turning to him,"I know we're here."

Spencer ran away from the crazed people,"I don't subscribe to your religion."

Ryan looked at the red painted footprints and got down on his knees, putting his ear to the ground,"Easterner with greasy feet speak with fork tongue. " Brendon crossed his arms, walking over,some what intreged,"Does he? What's he say? " The older boy sat up, looking at him and the others,"Passing this way, hot foot, many moons to temple.",he pointed in the direction the foot prints were going. Jon shook his head, making Brendon step back,"Don't encourage him. You've got the part Ryan!" Brendon shrugged and looked back,"Dare we ask how you know? " Spencer looked confused,"How?" Ryan stood up, looking at him, holding up the guide book,"How! I saw these footprints and this guide book which points out places of local worship." Brendon took charge again,"To the temple!"

Pete looked very grave and depressed,"It's the brain drain, his brain's draining."