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The blue-eyed man's eyes fluttered rapidly as he was in a head injury-induced sleep.
"Hey, Bos", called the red-head. A man with sleepy eyes and a droopy face peered out of
the fridge. "Yeeeah?", he asked as he rummaged around for some Cheese Whiz®. "Uh, is
he gonna be ok?", asked the blonde one with a tone of worry in her voice. "Mmhm..." said
the man, head still in the refrigerator. "Alex, toss me a Chinese Fighting Muffin.", said the
read-head. The Asian one, or Alex as we will now call her, muttered her curt reply, "They're
blueberry". "Whatever", said the red-head, or Dylan. "Just pass me one". Alex tossed the
muffin with a sigh and Dylan caught it and chucked with all her force at the unconscious man's
stomach. "Oof" was the only reply from the man. "Jeez, Dylan...kill him why don't ya..." the
blonde or, Natalie said. "Bastard ripped out my hair..." Dylan said gravely. Bosley turned
around armed with Cheese Whiz® and a sardonic smile. "Now girls", he started, "let's try not
to cause to much hemorrhaging in that man....we still need some answers from him. "'K,
Bos!" they all chimed in unison. "Ughn....", said the man as he on to his side. All the girls
leaped up and scrambled over to get a better look at what was happening. They stood
over him watching expectantly as he regained consciousness and opened his eyes and the
girls gasped in anticipation. He fully took in what was going on around him looked up at the
three faces and threw his head back in surprise, only managing to obtain another nasty
bump on the head. "Not a sharp one, is he?" said Dylan, raising an eyebrow.
"Shhhhhhh....DYLAN.", said Natalie punching Dylan in the arm as she did so. "Are you
angels?", the man whispered. "Yeah", joked Dylan, "but not yours anyways." "Oh.", replied
the man wrenching out a tuft of Dylan's hair as he did so. "OW! I AM GOING TO
STRANGLE YOU TO DEATH!", Dylan screamed lurching forward. "Stop.", said the man
holding up his hand and Dylan stopped comically in mid-step. The man sniffed the hair and
caressed it. Then he opened his eyes slowly, much like a feline and said slowly, "Oh. Your
Charlie's girls." "DAMN STRAIGHT!", yelled Dylan snatching the hair back. Yes, the enemy
was indeed in their control, for the lithe and deadly Thin Man would join them against their
current assignment given to them by the famous Charlie'. "Do you know Mary Ortiz?",
asked Natalie, gently. "Yes." "Can you take us to her?" "Yes, but you'll have to trust me" the
Thin Man replied with a grin.