I have Word working, and therefore, Speelcheck!!!!
This is a vague sequel to my story untitled Multi-chapter. Reading it isn't necessary, as bemused ignorance is just a much more fun way of getting through life. Just ask Arthur Dent.
It will be updated every week or so.
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He was the greatest hunter of all time. Big game mostly, but also medium game. He had a room full of taxidermied animals that he had killed himself. Nobody but his closest friends was allowed into that room. There were far too many endangered species there for him to get off charges, no matter how much he paid the police.
He had even killed humans. It was an internet site for the rich, advertising a chance to kill humans in Slovakia. He had gone there and had hunted the most dangerous animal of all. It wasn't enough for him, though. He wanted to hunt something far more dangerous than helpless tourists. He wanted to hunt something exotic, unusual and more importantly, something that could fight back, that could use strategy, and that could plan.
'Butler!!!' he called.
'Yes, sir?' answered the butler, sliding into the room after a two second wait, as if he had been standing outside the door waiting to be called.
'I need something interesting. Could you help me find something interesting?'
The Butler knew exactly what he meant by interesting. 'Have you tried to hunt the Sasquatch yet, sir?'
'I already have hunted it, remember? It turned into a pile of snow when it died. I'm not going to waste time hunting any more of your ridiculous paranormal creatures.'
'I don't believe there are many animals left in the world for you to hunt. You have travelled all the continents hunting, and so I don't believe there's anything left that's worthy of your amazing hunting talents for you to go after'
The man thought for a bit. 'You're right, of course. There's nothing left for me to do but focus on my business, and make the scientists work harder in developing weapons for me to sell.'
The butler thought hard about that. He didn't want his boss to stay home for any longer than he had to. Nobody realised that it was him who ran the business. If the boss stayed home, he would want to interfere, and ruin all of the butlersâ–“ hard work. 'Well, sir, I have heard of an alien on this planet. It's apparently smart. And a trained soldier.'
The hunter leaned forward. 'More of your paranormal junk from the internet?'
'No, sir. we heard about this through hacking into Professor Membranes most secret, personal files, that he keeps only on one computer, and our best hacker can barely get through all the firewalls and encryptions on that computer, sir.'
The Hunter leaned forward, 'I'm listening.'
