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11-02-02, to cmsix
A-hem... A-HEM
Still blushing from her faux-pas announcing Frank's Birthday, the Birthday Nymph grabs cmsix before he can sit down. “Just stay right there.” she pulls a shiny whistle from her bodice and blows a shrill TWEEEEE-EEEEET!
From behind the curtain, six Sailors garbed in army camoflaged fatigues march with the precision of a drill team. They are supporting a cutaway portion of what might have been the upper section of a Peterbuilt cab.
She blows the whistle again, and they place the remnant in front of cmsix. The Birthday Nymph accepts a hand from one of them and ascends, wings a-flutter to its roof.
“cmsix, we new you would appreciate anything having to do with Sea Bees and Truck's Tops.
“Happy Birthday, cmsix!”
