CYA: The Lurker & Ava Get Started

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Mysterious Lurker turned to burkie's friend ava and said, "actually, ava, why don't we pop into a store first? my swimsuit is out of style."

"for 1881? or 2002?" ava asked.

"both. and for 1876 and 2010 as well."

they popped out of the Pub and into a boutique.

"may i help you, ladies?" a handsome young man walked up.

"mmm, maybe later," the Lurker told him with a wink. "for now, just point us toward the swimsuits."

"one-piece or two-?"

"two," they both said, admiring the salesman's well-defined punctuation marks.

he pointed toward the next aisle and watched them scurry over. "have fun!"

ava picked out a black one with yellow polka dots while the Lurker picked out a hot fuschia number that perfectly matched the streaks in her light brown hair.

they scampered into adjoining dressing rooms and then came out excitedly to check themselves out in the mirror.

"gag!"

"blech!"

"i look like a deformed bumblebee!"

"i look like a deformed...fuschia thing!"

they ran back to the racks and ava picked out a floral print as the Lurker selected a lime green suit that matched the streaks in her blond hair. they changed and ran out to look in the mirrors again.

the Lurker shrieked.

burkie's friend ava shrieked.

"i look like a deformed table arrangement!"

"i look like a deformed...lime green thing!"

more suits.

more shrieks.

more deformed things.

"ava, i think the problem is these flourescent lights. let's find a boutique with more natural lighting."

they popped into a beach shop with outdoor dressing rooms and mirrors.

"this is better!" the Lurker declared, and ava nodded optimistically as they examined the racks.

"ta-da!" the Lurker held up a red, white, & blue suit that would obviously accent the Liberty Bell tattoo on her arm.

"aha!" ava discovered a black suit with a white jolly roger on it.

they ducked into the dressing rooms and came out into the sunlight.

the Lurked swore a blue streak while ava cussed like a sailor.

"i look like betsy ross in a freakin' carnival show!"

"i look like a freakin' snowman pirate that's halfway melted in the hot august sun!"

more suits.

more cussing.

more bad analogies.

"hmph."

"phmhp."

"time for Plan B, ava."

"what's Plan B? a different time machine?"

"no. margaritas."

"yay!"

THE END
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Dear Reader,

You have reached the end of your adventure. I hope you enjoyed it! If not, well, you only have yourself to blame because, you know, you chose it yourself. Also, since you--not I--chose this adventure, it did not really take place in the Burkieverse and, therefore, will not have any continuity with the regular Poor Yorick's Pub chapters. Thanks for playing and, if you're in the mood to try another adventure, go back to the beginning and choose a different path!