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18.2 - 13 different kinds of beauty.


1. A child sleeping
2. Sunrise
3. Xena
4, Bria
5. Sophia
6. A well bred dog or horse working
7. Evie with her son
8. Things going right for once.
9. My wife getting choked up in her wedding dress at the altar.
10. All those photos the girls have taken of me and the kids passed out in various places.
11. Cassie's wings.
12. Someone working with a weapon that they connect with like an extension of their body.
13. Flying.



18.3 - 13 things you are too sexy for.
1. Prsion
2. Solitary confinement
3. Hats
4. Compliance
5. The Law
6. Disco
7. A Hair cut
8. Shaving
9. Abstinence
10. Sobriety
11. Military service
12. Bullshit
13. Modesty

For writers_muses Benjamin Disraeli Quote

Prompt: F. "Frank and explicit - that is the right line to take when you wish to conceal your own mind and confuse the minds of others." - Benjamin Disraeli


"Snake Plissken. I can't say I'm surprised to see you here." The cop came in and sat across from him. Snake however didn't give him the satisfaction of even a glance. "I assume you know why we're here."

Snake turned to face his interrogator with disinterest. He knew why he was here. The smug satisfaction with the event was almost too much to hide behind the indifference.

"Why did you shoot the president?" The interrogator was leaning across the table at him.

Snake slowly turned his head to meet the man's gaze. "President of what?"

"America."

Snake let out a disgusted snort of a laugh. There could be no other response to what they were getting at.

"Oh I know. You hate America. How can I expect you to know our president?" The mock in his voice sent Plissken into a fit of internal laughter even if his expression remained flat. Snake waited it out for the next question that was sure to come.

"Who paid you to shoot the president?"

"No one." Snake would answer that because he was going to take credit for winging that bastard from the very farthest range of the rifle he had.

"We know you're a hired gun. Tell us who hired you." The officer was around to his bad side trying to unnerve him by standing in the blind spot.

"I wasn't aware that I was." Snake stared straight ahead.

"Cut the bullshit Plissken." The cop was getting flustered. "Who hired you?"

"No one." Snake turned to let his good eye focus on the cop in the room with him.

"Then why did you shoot him? Surely a military man has respect for the president."

"He's an asshole." Snake shrugged and looked away again.

"Is that what you think about your country?" They were trying head games that Plissken just wouldn't play.

"No." Snake sat up in his chair. "It's what I think of your president."

"The president is this country."

That was the end of his tolerance. Snake rolled his eye and sighed. "No wonder the country's fucked."

"People like you are the problem." The cop got in his face.

"Yeah I know." Snake glared right into his eye with that one cold, blue one he had. "I should've had that shot easy."

Plissken watched anger well into the cop's expression before he turned and stormed off. "Execute him."

Snake let the smirk of complete satisfaction fill his expression. He hoped they sent another one in. This was way too much fun to not continue for longer.

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