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Who is the mysterious Flynn hater? What could his reason for hating Mr. Flynn be? Why exactly does he hate Good ol' JF? These questions and more probably won't be answered in this episode of "Enter Mr. Flynn's world" but I encourage you to read it anyway......
An airport in an undisclosed loaction.......
"The flight to Atlanta will be delayed aproximately 2 hours and 45 minutes. Thank you for your patience."
Sitting in a chair, watching the airport monitor continue to flash the delay time for his flight and getting more and more frustrated is none other then Jerry Flynn!
"This is taking too long. I have to find out who this mysterious Flynn hater is."
Mr. Flynn looked at his watch.
"Gosh darnit! I've been here way too long. I know! How silly of me! Why don't I just use my natural talent and charisma to get me to Hotlanta on my own!"
With that, Mr. Flynn lept into the air and began spinning in circles! Soon he was in full-blown Hurricane kick mode and crashing out the airport wall into the night, breaking the speed of sound!
"Mysterious madman, here I come."
CNN Center, Atlanta, GA........
The scene shows a shawdowy man sitting in his chair in front of many computer monitors one which shows Mr. Flynn rapidly approaching the building.
"He's coming. He's coming for me. He's coming for me and only me. He's co--"
"Boss, we get the picture.", said the skinny man with the crappy haircut also hidden in the shadows. "What should we do about it?"
"I know!", said his partner, the rather rotund man with a CD in his hand. "I could spin sum discs for that foo'. Musac to his ears, to make him go birdy-birdy."
"No. You two, my most valuable henchmen, will be my last defense aganist the man of good looks and outstanding morals, Mr. Flynn. Now go. Prepare."
The two turned and left as the shawdowy man was left to his own thoughts.
"I should've never left New York. There's no way those hornyackers can get the job done. Oh well, it's all in the name of a greater purpose anyway...."
KA-BOOM! The front door of the CNN Center crashed down as Mr. Flynn, with an amused look on his face stood atop the rubble and watched as numerous security guards confronted him.
"Now, now, sonny-boy.", the one hick said. "You can't go crashin in here like that. There's laws in these here parts you know."
"Quiet illterate one", replied the cunning Mr. Flynn. "Servants of a mongrul media corporation must be killed promtley."
Mr. Flynn grabbed the guard and crunched him into the shape of a bowling ball, turned and threw a strike as the other guards went flying everywhere!
"Ha Ha Ha!", Mr. Flynn gave a hearty laugh. "To quote a no-talent hick, 'who's next'?"
As soon as the words were spoken, a purple mist appeared and out of it cam the Artist formaly known as Prince Iakuea!
"Oooooooh." The artist said. That's all the artist said before he saw himself being flung into the water fountain in the main hall and knocked out.
Mr. Flynn entered the elevator and using his near-physic abilites picked floor 26, or "Z". The elevator rose to floor 10 when suddenly out of the top of the elevator came a crash! It was Sgt. Craig "Pittbull" Pittman, and he had bungeed into the danger zone! A strugle ensued with the Pittstop grabbing a chokehold on Mr. Flynn! Was it lights out for our hero?
Of course not! What did you think, it's his show after all. Mr. Flynn flipped the pitts over and gave him a LIGHTNING Kick that sent him right threw the bottom of the elevator, falling from grace. Before he fell into oblivion as well, Mr. Flynn cleverly grabbed the bungee cord that was still hanging there and climbed up to floor 25.
Mr. Flynn entered the floor and was immediately taken down by a peace sign! It was Buzzkill and his crappy gimmick! Buzz swung the sign again but Mr. Flynn, recalling his previous encounter with the B-u-double z, grabed the sign from him and ran it through Bradstreet. His last words were: "I only wanted to be loved......"
Racing to the staircase that would lead to floor 26 and the mysterious Flynn hater, Good ol' JF sensed a disturbance in the force. It smelled like.......a rejected MTV Veejay and a wannabe rapper! Regardless of these freaks of human nature, Mr. Flynn raced up the staircase and to his destiny..........
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