“As always the title of a cheese weasel chapter is both truthful and hopelessly irrelevant. Despite the title This chapter has painfully little Chinese Place Stu. Or does it. Well then can we get on with this.”

It would be impolite to start with a flashback, So It’s later then the preceding chapters. Not written just chronologically. Grr. “ Oh Deity. We forgot about Noman. Post Officer Bob can we use your mail truck to get to Noman’s Land.” “Well, That would be more corrupt then I’d like to be during working hours. But if we are fighting I’d better run home and get my Tuba. See ya, Vlad. At Public transportation”

The Trolley station, Some time after Post Officer Bob gets back with his Tuba. “Some time is an understatement it’s been a while. Post Officer Bob has fallen asleep on the bench already.” Ok, A while after Post officer Bob got back with his tuba. “You know the trolley won’t be here for a while. You might as well do a flashback.” Fine.

Begin Flashback 6.1. Bob, who wasn’t a Post Officer back then, finally gets a flashback, and he gets to narrate it himself. Yay. “Ok, um. A flashback about me, eh? When I was young. I lived in the city. This was 40 years ago, so I may not remember all of this stuff. Well In the city there is incredible pressure to become the best tuba has to offer. Because that’s what my city was famous for. Yeah well be that way. I don’t insult your city so shut up. So I practiced tuba until I got good. And Then I forgot, and merged it with my post officer training. And I became able to emit energy from my tuba and control the energy’s motion when I played it. And thus, Black Velvet Serenade was born. But nothing really compelled me to use my power for good or evil. But then the GCMC stiffed me at December Gift Giving. And I actually gave them their mail every day. So then my route changed to mountainous Eurasia. And Middle-aged men are so full of grudges. I met Majo. And she told me about this anti-GCMC thing that her and her people were doing. And so I joined in. Oh yeah and I was thin when I was young too. The trolley is here.” Oh, right. End Flashback 6.1. Nothing interesting happens on the trolley.

Noman’s Land. What was continental North America west of Missouri. Our characters, Vlad and Post officer Bob, get off of the trolley. They stretch because you need to stretch when you sit from mountainous Eurasia to Missouri. And there is still massive amount of distance to travel to Noman’s house. But you have to get off here Public transportation isn’t free you know. And Our characters are not made of money. Nothing interesting happens on the trek to Noman’s house. But our characters get really tired.

Noman’s house. Our heroes finally arrive. They ring the bell. Noman comes to the door in all of his Nomanly goodness. “Hi” says Noman. Noman is obnoxious. “Who are you? And What are you doing here?” “We’re here :wheeze: To kill ;pant; you, Noman” “Do you have to?” “No, We want to.” “Then you leave me no choice: Loser, To the seventh, West Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-“ “Is anything happening, Vlad?” “-iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-“ “ I Don’t think so. But I’m getting kind of annoyed, Bob” “-iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-“ Vlad draws back his fist. “Shaddup!” Vlad’s fist makes contact with Noman’s jaw. It passes through Noman’s jaw. Noman’s head turns. Years of drinking popular soda have made Noman’s bones weak. Noman’s neck snaps at the hand of the older man. Noman cries out. “-iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide.’ Noman convulses and dies. A poof of smoke. As it dissipates, a man is in it’s place. He is dressed in a mask, taupe pants, sneakers, a short sleeved collared shirts, and a nametag with the letters “S- T-U” and armed with Sav-a-lot frozen spinach. “ Take off your name tag, Stu.” “Dammit. And you didn’t bring Majo?” “No Majo has work tonight.. And it’s a good thing. We knew you wouldn’t do it right, again.” “ You speak that way not to the Economical Hopeless Romantic.” “ Just throw your spinach, and we’ll steal his keys and drive home.” “ But he’s already dead. And I’m going to eat this spinach when I get home. You’re disgusting if you think I’m going to eat something that’s hit a person that’s already dead prior to the time I let the spinach hit them.” Yeah, So they steal his car and drive to the most eastern point possible, then hop the trolley across the ocean to the trolley station nearest home, then walk home to Leroy’s house.

Meanwhile, At Leroy’s house. Leroy is doing the bookkeeping for the household. He looks distraught. But I don’t know how to draw emotions in armadillo’s so what can you do. The other three come in. “ Chinese Place Stu you must live here now. Because It’s economical and beneficial to the plot line.”

Fin