Rick and Jim were hot. The sun was brutal Saturday afternoon. They decided to take refuge in the local library. As they browsed books on myths, magic, and legends, Jim spotted a yellowed piece of paper tucked in an old book. He pulled it out and read it aloud. "When one speaketh the word "TZARVO," the hearer shall believe any advice giveneth him or her is of the most excellent quality even if it is of a ridiculous nature."
"That's weird," said Rick. "Think it works?"
"Yeah, right," said Jim. He spotted some teenage goth girl several feet over browsing the same books, but she had head phones on and couldn't hear Rick and Jim. Jim walked over to her and tapped her on the shoulder.
The girl took an ear bud out and looked Jim up and down. "Yeah?"
Jim looked at the paper. "TZARVO, you should check out romance novels. They'll right up your alley."
The girl blinked a few times then gave a slight smile. "Yeah, thanks, you're probably right." She put back the book on Necromancy and headed off.
"It worked!" said Jim.
"Wow," said Rick, "You know who needs some friendly advice?" he said with a wink.
"That bitch Robyn!" said Jim. The two high fived.
A half an hour later, Rick and Jim were at Robyn's house. They rang the bell and
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