A/N: I wrote this after a comment made to me by my beta. Is it a threat??? Hmmm… we shall see what we shall see.
Disclaimer: Does anyone read these anymore?
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Garamer, Man! Garamer!
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The convention hall was quiet. Gil and Jim stood side-by-side and looked down at the lifeless body that lay on the floor before them.
"Her name is Jean, according to her name tag." Jim said as he looked down at his notepad. "We don't have a last name yet, but a witness said that she's an editor. She's not a local."
"And the murder weapon?" Gil asked as he crouched down next to her head to get a better look at her bloody forehead.
Jim tried not to chuckle as he pointed at the object in question. "A… um… big apostrophe."
Gil looked at his friend incredulously and quirked his eyebrow. "A what?"
"A big, wooden apostrophe." Jim shrugged as he laughed. "Maybe she was too picky and pissed off one of her clients."
"Indeed the pen is mightier than the sword." Gil shook his head. "When it's all over, it's not who you were. It's whether you made a difference."
"Shakespeare?" Jim asked as he tilted his head to the side.
"Bob Dole." Gil shrugged.
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A/N: Ah, the words of the great ones. LOL!!! Just Kidding.