Chudz Blog: (Entry 6) Beer Quest – Part 4

(The Scene: Stars shine overhead as a nameless field swims gradually into view. Looking closer, we notice fresh scars deep in the shadowed earth and see three inert figures sprawled amongst the tall grasses. Then they begin to stir.)

Mr. B rises on four unsteady legs and begins kissing the ground repeatedly.

Chudz mumbles: Jeebus Christ, why don't you two just get a room.

Mr. B chuckles.
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Chudz Blog: (Entry 5) Beer Quest – Part 3


(The Scene: Twilight is descending. We find ourselves hovering over an empty construction site where several luxury homes are being erected, about a half-mile from Chudz Tower. Suddenly, we hear a door opening, and our view centers on a port-o-potty far below, where someone is exiting. We quickly zoom in for a closer look and see that it’s. . . .)

Goldilocks steps out of the port-o-potty and closes the flimsy door behind...

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Chudz Blog: (Entry 4) Beer Quest – Part 2

(The Scene: Several hours have passed, during which time Chudz and company have brainstormed their way to a rather intricate plan, officially known as “Operation Get Beer”. Unofficially, it has “without getting shot-up by some psycho *Beep*” tacked onto the end of it. The sky has started to darken, and they’re now crouched on top of the tower, waiting for the pizza delivery guy (AKA – The Decoy) to show up. Mr. B. and Chudz are both wearing...

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Chudz Blog: (Entry 3) Beer Quest – Part 1

(The Scene: Our three misfits have narrowly escaped their earlier dilemma, by barricading themselves inside the tower. And after haranguing them for over an hour, an angry Farmer Jenkins has just pulled away.)

Chudz says: Whew, I thought he’d never leave.

Mr. B. nods in agreement.

CB says: How do we know he’s not sneaking back?

Chudz says: Hmm, good point. Mr. B. can you take a quick...

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Chudz Blog: (Entry 2) CB reporting . . .

Note: For the sake of brevity, Chudz Blog is now being referred to as “CB”, and Mr. Beanie Bear will mostly be referred to by his sobriquet of “Mr. B”.

(The Scene: Our three characters have dragged the charred mini-fridge out of the tower and into a nearby, deserted field, where Chudz is delivering a eulogy.)

Chudz says: It was a good fridge and a brave fridge. It steadfastly cooled our . . . sniffle . . . beer...

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