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Michael's Exciting Life - latest additions http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk The latest transcribed Michael's Exciting Life comics, powered by OhNoRobot.com en-us Sun, 19 Apr 2009 21:01:46 -0000 60 Conspiracy http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php Thu, 19 Jun 2008 10:38:39 -0000 <a href="http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php">Conspiracy</a> Michael: I can't believe you just blindly follow what they force feed you! James: Wait, what? I'm just reading a book... Michael: You're nothing but a sheep! James: I'm a sheep? Michael: With a labotomy! Michael: They say jump you say how high! Would you believe the sea was made of brine if they told you it was? JameS: Who is "they?" Also, you're an idiot. Michael: Moonlanding! James: Moonlanding? Michael: It was a fake! Conjured by evil Nazi NASA. They filmed the footage in Nevada Desert! James: Why would they do that? Michael: To keep the 30 Billion dollars raised, of course. To fund 9-11! James: Oh, dear... Michael: I have proof! Look here at these official photographs from the Apollo 11 landing. Michael: They look real, right? Look like good, solid evidence? But look at the shadows! They go in the wrong direction on this collection of rocks here. It's been Photoshopped! Michael: And look here... in this official photo you can see a bit of the lighting rig and boom mic from the studio. It's all lies! Michael: Now do you believe me? James: Can you go away, please? The next day... *ring* James: What do you want Michael? Michael: James! You've got to come help me! Michael: I've been captured by the American government for discussing the moon landing! I'm in Guantanamo... James: Really? Fuck... you were right! I'm sorry to have doubted you. What can I do to help? James: Wait... why did they let you have a phone call if they're trying to hush you up? James: And why are you calling from your mobile? James: And why can I hear my voice as an echo in the background of this call? James: You're not in Guantanamo at all are you. You're here. In the hall. Michael: Errrr... ermmm... Michael: It's a cover up! Conspiracy

Michael: I can't believe you just blindly follow what they force feed you!
James: Wait, what? I'm just reading a book...

Michael: You're nothing but a sheep!
James: I'm a sheep?
Michael: With a labotomy!

Michael: They say jump you say how high! Would you believe the sea was made of brine if they told you it was?
JameS: Who is "they?" Also, you're an idiot.
Michael: Moonlanding!
James: Moonlanding?

Michael: It was a fake! Conjured by evil Nazi NASA. They filmed the footage in Nevada Desert!
James: Why would they do that?
Michael: To keep the 30 Billion dollars raised, of course. To fund 9-11!
James: Oh, dear...

Michael: I have proof! Look here at these official photographs from the Apollo 11 landing.

Michael: They look real, right? Look like good, solid evidence? But look at the shadows! They go in the wrong direction on this collection of rocks here. It's been Photoshopped!

Michael: And look here... in this official photo you can see a bit of the lighting rig and boom mic from the studio. It's all lies!

Michael: Now do you believe me?
James: Can you go away, please?

The next day...

*ring*
James: What do you want Michael?
Michael: James! You've got to come help me!

Michael: I've been captured by the American government for discussing the moon landing! I'm in Guantanamo...

James: Really? Fuck... you were right! I'm sorry to have doubted you. What can I do to help?

James: Wait... why did they let you have a phone call if they're trying to hush you up?

James: And why are you calling from your mobile?

James: And why can I hear my voice as an echo in the background of this call?

James: You're not in Guantanamo at all are you. You're here. In the hall.
Michael: Errrr... ermmm...

Michael: It's a cover up!]]> Depression: All in the Mind? Discuss. http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2008-01-15 http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2008-01-15 Wed, 11 Jun 2008 11:45:30 -0000 <a href="http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2008-01-15">Depression: All in the Mind? Discuss.</a> Hootie: Thanks for coming to see me Michael, I'm feeling SOOO depressed at the moment. Can you cheer me up please? Michael: I sure can, Hootie! I've got just the thing to get you happy again. It's this magical shark ring! It gives the wearer an instant feeling of perfect calm and satisfaction. It's basically like ecstacy, but made out of magic instead of drugs so it's not evil. (Although it's worse for you and gives you a worse come down.) Hootie: Hey, thanks Michael! I feel better already! AND SO, LATER... Benjamin: Wow! Check the shit out of your ring! Sam: That is super awesome! Benjamin: That's so generous of you Michael! To give a man such an amazing magical ring. I didn't know you were so lovely! Michael: The secret is it's not magic at all, it's crap! I found it in a bin and made it all up! Ha ha! Sam: For serious, your ring is sooo cool. Wanna come to my party? Here, borrow my car keys! Anna Panda Panda: Yeah I love you now! Let's smooch? Michael: Grr.. wait a minute... GIMME THAT RING BACK YOU BASTARD! I'M STARTING TO FEEL DEPRESSED! Depression: All in the Mind? Discuss.

Hootie: Thanks for coming to see me Michael, I'm feeling SOOO depressed at the moment. Can you cheer me up please?
Michael: I sure can, Hootie! I've got just the thing to get you happy again. It's this magical shark ring! It gives the wearer an instant feeling of perfect calm and satisfaction. It's basically like ecstacy, but made out of magic instead of drugs so it's not evil. (Although it's worse for you and gives you a worse come down.)
Hootie: Hey, thanks Michael! I feel better already!

AND SO, LATER...

Benjamin: Wow! Check the shit out of your ring!
Sam: That is super awesome!
Benjamin: That's so generous of you Michael! To give a man such an amazing magical ring. I didn't know you were so lovely!
Michael: The secret is it's not magic at all, it's crap! I found it in a bin and made it all up! Ha ha!

Sam: For serious, your ring is sooo cool. Wanna come to my party? Here, borrow my car keys!
Anna Panda Panda: Yeah I love you now! Let's smooch?
Michael: Grr.. wait a minute... GIMME THAT RING BACK YOU BASTARD! I'M STARTING TO FEEL DEPRESSED!]]> Lil' Nietzsche http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2008-01-11 http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2008-01-11 Wed, 11 Jun 2008 11:23:04 -0000 <a href="http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2008-01-11">Lil' Nietzsche</a> Michael: Hey Nietzsche! Did you know you're my favourite and only finger puppet? Nietzsche: Aw really? That's sweet of you to say, Michael. And for the record, I would never have been into Nazism, my writings were just misconstrued by that dude Adolf. Michael: Ah, we've all been there Friedrich! Hitler used my words when I wrote "all races are gash compared to the Aryan race." But what I meant to say was "compared to red heads." Nietzsche: Amen to that champ! Michael: Hey tell me that dead funny story about how you went loco and died, Friedrich! Nietzsche: I went insane in Turin and tried to rescue a horse from being whipped. I was arrested hugging the horse telling it that it would be okay, and I was thrown in a mental hospital. Michael: Ha ha! Nietzsche: It's not funny! I was seriously ill! I died shortly after, so confused by existence that it all seemed like nothing but a global absurdist theatre performance. Nothing made any sense any more, and I just faded away... Michael: Aw, bless. Hey, you know what would have been really funny? If I'd gone back in time and visited you in the mental hospital and told you that in 100 years time people would be wearing little versions of you as finger puppets to make internet comics! That would have really messed you up! Ha ha! Nietzsche: That WOULDN'T have been funny. LATER Nietzsche: MICHAEL! What you doing with that time machine?! Michael: Erm... nothing? Lil' Nietzsche

Michael: Hey Nietzsche! Did you know you're my favourite and only finger puppet?
Nietzsche: Aw really? That's sweet of you to say, Michael. And for the record, I would never have been into Nazism, my writings were just misconstrued by that dude Adolf.
Michael: Ah, we've all been there Friedrich! Hitler used my words when I wrote "all races are gash compared to the Aryan race." But what I meant to say was "compared to red heads."
Nietzsche: Amen to that champ!
Michael: Hey tell me that dead funny story about how you went loco and died, Friedrich!
Nietzsche: I went insane in Turin and tried to rescue a horse from being whipped. I was arrested hugging the horse telling it that it would be okay, and I was thrown in a mental hospital.
Michael: Ha ha!
Nietzsche: It's not funny! I was seriously ill! I died shortly after, so confused by existence that it all seemed like nothing but a global absurdist theatre performance. Nothing made any sense any more, and I just faded away...
Michael: Aw, bless. Hey, you know what would have been really funny? If I'd gone back in time and visited you in the mental hospital and told you that in 100 years time people would be wearing little versions of you as finger puppets to make internet comics! That would have really messed you up! Ha ha!
Nietzsche: That WOULDN'T have been funny.

LATER

Nietzsche: MICHAEL! What you doing with that time machine?!
Michael: Erm... nothing?]]> Michael's Exciting Life http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2007-06-08 http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2007-06-08 Wed, 11 Jun 2008 10:48:16 -0000 <a href="http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2007-06-08">Michael's Exciting Life</a> Department of Immigration guy: Hello lovebirds. I'm from the Department of Immigration, and need to go through a few things with you to prove the legitimacy of your relationship. If all is well, we will allow the wedding to take place, and for Mr Prendergast here to become a UK citizen. D of I guy: Ever since the war on terror we've had to be extra-vigilant on who we let into this country. D of I guy: Goddang terrorists! D of I guy: So what we've done is set up a 3 round "are you REALLY into each other" game. It's a bit like Gladiators, but with love instead of lycra. Prendergast: Fine. Bring it on. D of I guy: Okay! Round one is the 'trust' round. Mr Prendergast, I want you to fall backwards, and Miss Birdman here will catch you. I will watch and mark your performance. Birdman: Don't worry! It'll be fine! Prendergast: Don't screw this up, Birdman. {{And so...}} Prendergast: Ah... Birdman: Oh... Prendergast: Aaah... Birdman: O- Oh... Prendergast: WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU CATCH ME!!? Birdman: Oh... I... Birdman: Sorry Prendy I... I thought I'd laid an egg by accident but it turns out it was just wind. My mistake! D of I guy: Hmmm... "complete lack of trust." "Seem to hate each other." It's not looking good for this would-be couple. Michael's Exciting Life

Department of Immigration guy: Hello lovebirds. I'm from the Department of Immigration, and need to go through a few things with you to prove the legitimacy of your relationship.
If all is well, we will allow the wedding to take place, and for Mr Prendergast here to become a UK citizen.

D of I guy: Ever since the war on terror we've had to be extra-vigilant on who we let into this country.

D of I guy: Goddang terrorists!

D of I guy: So what we've done is set up a 3 round "are you REALLY into each other" game. It's a bit like Gladiators, but with love instead of lycra.
Prendergast: Fine. Bring it on.

D of I guy: Okay! Round one is the 'trust' round. Mr Prendergast, I want you to fall backwards, and Miss Birdman here will catch you.
I will watch and mark your performance.

Birdman: Don't worry! It'll be fine!
Prendergast: Don't screw this up, Birdman.

{{And so...}}
Prendergast: Ah...
Birdman: Oh...

Prendergast: Aaah...
Birdman: O- Oh...

Prendergast: WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU CATCH ME!!?
Birdman: Oh... I...

Birdman: Sorry Prendy I... I thought I'd laid an egg by accident but it turns out it was just wind.
My mistake!

D of I guy: Hmmm... "complete lack of trust."
"Seem to hate each other."
It's not looking good for this would-be couple.]]> Michael's Exciting Life http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2006-07-17 http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2006-07-17 Wed, 11 Jun 2008 10:48:06 -0000 <a href="http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2006-07-17">Michael's Exciting Life</a> "That evening I drowned my misery in fast liquor from some dank hole downtown." "By the time I got home I was a wreck." "There was so much going through my mind. I had gotten myself involved in something deep and dark. I'd been forced to resign. I was nothing now." "I didn't know what to do and my mind was too far soaked to think." "I couldn't even keep on my feet." "I lay there on the floor and tried to blank it all out. I stared up at the ceiling and pretended nothing had happened." "I was happy." "I was still a cop." Mrs Prendergast: Gerald? Oh god, Gerald...Are you drunk again? Prendergast: Leave me the fuck alone, I need some time...time to...think. Mrs Prendergast: What is it, love? What has been going on? Prendergast: I said leave me the fuck alone! It's been a black day for me and L.A. and all i wanna do is drink. Alone! Mrs Prendergast: Talk to me Gerry. Please. I'm here to help you. Prendergast: Don't fucking touch me! Mrs Prendergast: You've been drinking too much, Gerald. Give me the bottle and I'll make you a coffee. Calm you down. Okay? Prendergast: How many times do I have to say it? Leave me the fuck alone. Mrs Prendergast: Just give me the bottle! You're being a monster! Prendergast: No! "She was right." "I had become a monster." Prendergast: Oh, god. Mrs Prendergast: Talk to me, love. Prendergast: I'm sorry - Jesus, darling, I'm sorry. Mrs Prendergast: It's okay. Something's just making you act this way. I know it's not you. Please...just speak to me. "I explained everything to her." "How Duvall had been paid off to shut me up." "How I'd walked out." "How our lives were gunna change forever." Prendergast: I'm sorry. Mrs Prendergast: I know. "She held me until I stopped trembling." "And I knew at that moment that there was nothing in the world I could ever love more." "But soon, she would be gone forever." Michael's Exciting Life

"That evening I drowned my misery in fast liquor from some dank hole downtown."
"By the time I got home I was a wreck."
"There was so much going through my mind. I had gotten myself involved in something deep and dark. I'd been forced to resign. I was nothing now."

"I didn't know what to do and my mind was too far soaked to think."

"I couldn't even keep on my feet."

"I lay there on the floor and tried to blank it all out. I stared up at the ceiling and pretended nothing had happened."
"I was happy."
"I was still a cop."

Mrs Prendergast: Gerald?

Oh god, Gerald...Are you drunk again?

Prendergast: Leave me the fuck alone, I need some time...time to...think.

Mrs Prendergast: What is it, love? What has been going on?

Prendergast: I said leave me the fuck alone!
It's been a black day for me and L.A. and all i wanna do is drink. Alone!

Mrs Prendergast: Talk to me Gerry. Please. I'm here to help you.

Prendergast: Don't fucking touch me!

Mrs Prendergast: You've been drinking too much, Gerald. Give me the bottle and I'll make you a coffee. Calm you down. Okay?

Prendergast: How many times do I have to say it? Leave me the fuck alone.

Mrs Prendergast: Just give me the bottle! You're being a monster!
Prendergast: No!

"She was right."
"I had become a monster."

Prendergast: Oh, god.

Mrs Prendergast: Talk to me, love.

Prendergast: I'm sorry - Jesus, darling, I'm sorry.
Mrs Prendergast: It's okay. Something's just making you act this way. I know it's not you. Please...just speak to me.

"I explained everything to her."
"How Duvall had been paid off to shut me up."
"How I'd walked out."
"How our lives were gunna change forever."

Prendergast: I'm sorry.
Mrs Prendergast: I know.
"She held me until I stopped trembling."
"And I knew at that moment that there was nothing in the world I could ever love more."
"But soon, she would be gone forever."]]> The Fall and Fall of Michael PLC. http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2007-11-09 http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2007-11-09 Sat, 10 Nov 2007 14:42:07 -0000 <a href="http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2007-11-09">The Fall and Fall of Michael PLC.</a> But the next day... Michael: Oh no! I've got a cold! Shit!! My shares are plummetting! Gotta act quick fast! +10 hp Michael: Phewy! My shares are back on track. Later... Michael: Oh fucksy! I played a wrong note in our duet! Better act fast! Michael: SLAM DUNK! Morag: This isn't in the score?! Michael: Wow! That's kept my shares in order. It's a tricky old business this stock market malarkey, but I think i'm getting the hang of it now. But the next day... James: Michael? Why are you sobbing so? Michael: I'm ruined. RUINED! Michael: My shares have sunk! I'm bankrupt! The bailiffs are coming to take my clothes and face away. It's all because of one stupid mistake... Michael: Some jackass took a photo of Birdman and me when we were out souping up a few bootles the other night. He posted it up on the internet. Investors started selling off their shares like wildfire! Before i knew it i was bust. It's the end of my life. forever! I'm going to end it all. *sob* Narrator's footnote: turns out the spaceship michael had seen in a magazine was just an advert for star trek voyager on dvd and so, seeing as it was a fictional and unobtainable goal he didn't mind going bankrupt after all. the end. unobtainable he didn't mind going bankrupt after all. the end.that's a relief! The Fall and Fall of Michael PLC.

But the next day...
Michael: Oh no! Ive got a cold!
Shit!! My shares are plummetting! Gotta act quick fast!

+10 hp
Michael: Phewy! My shares are back on track.

Later...
Michael: Oh fucksy! I played a wrong note in our duet! Better act
fast!

Michael: SLAM DUNK!
Morag: This isnt in the score?!

Michael: Wow! Thats kept my shares in order. Its a tricky old business this stock market malarkey, but I think im getting the
hang of it now.

But the next day...
James: Michael? Why are you sobbing so?
Michael: Im ruined. RUINED!

Michael: My shares have sunk! Im bankrupt! The bailiffs are coming to take my clothes and face away. Its all because of one stupid
mistake...

Michael: Some jackass took a photo of Birdman and me when we were out souping up a few bootles the other night. He posted it up on the internet. Investors started selling off their shares like wildfire! Before i knew it i was bust. Its the end of my life. forever! Im going to end it all. *sob*

Narrators footnote: turns out the spaceship michael had seen in a magazine was just an advert for star trek voyager on dvd and so,
seeing as it was a fictional and unobtainable goal he didnt mind going bankrupt after all. the end.
unobtainable he didnt mind
going bankrupt after all.
the end.thats
a relief!]]> The Colin Clydesdale Conundrum: Part Six: Tie James Up, Tie James Down http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2006-05-14 http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2006-05-14 Thu, 08 Nov 2007 14:55:24 -0000 <a href="http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2006-05-14">The Colin Clydesdale Conundrum: Part Six: Tie James Up, Tie James Down</a> Ben: Why would James do this to me? I feel sick... Michael: Let's find out. We can interrogate him in the kitchen. And so... Michael: Right then James you psycho. What the fuck's your problem? James: I don't know what you're talking about! Honestly! I don't! Michael: Don't you lie to me scumbag! Michael: Now come on, spill it! Why did you stab my monitor? And why did you mug Ben? Have you gone loco? What is it? Suddenly, at the door... Michael: Who could that be? Michael: What the... Prendergast: Hi Michael. Look who I found trying to break into your car. Prendergast: If it ain't your good for nothin' housemate, James. Michael: Erm... Prendz... I don't know how to say this. But that guy can't be James. Prendergast: What you talkin' about? Of course it is! Look at him! Michael: You better come inside and take a look at this... The Colin Clydesdale Conundrum: Part Six: Tie James Up, Tie James Down

Ben: Why would James do this to me? I feel sick...
Michael: Let's find out. We can interrogate him in the kitchen.

And so...
Michael: Right then James you psycho. What the fuck's your problem?

James: I don't know what you're talking about! Honestly! I don't!

Michael: Don't you lie to me scumbag!

Michael: Now come on, spill it! Why did you stab my monitor? And why did you mug Ben? Have you gone loco? What is it?

Suddenly, at the door...

Michael: Who could that be?

Michael: What the...

Prendergast: Hi Michael. Look who I found trying to break into your car.

Prendergast: If it ain't your good for nothin' housemate, James.

Michael: Erm... Prendz... I don't know how to say this. But that guy can't be James.

Prendergast: What you talkin' about? Of course it is! Look at him!

Michael: You better come inside and take a look at this...]]> The Colin Clydesdale Conundrum: Part Six: Gone Loco http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2006-05-12 http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2006-05-12 Thu, 08 Nov 2007 14:46:42 -0000 <a href="http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2006-05-12">The Colin Clydesdale Conundrum: Part Six: Gone Loco</a> Prendergast: None other than James Morrison! Michael: What? No! This can't be... There must be some mistake. James would never... we're supposed to be friends!!! Prendergast: There's no mistake, Watson. This is the hard cold truth. Your housemate is a criminal and a pussy. Deal with it. And so, later on, on the front porch... Michael: Oh God, I just don't know what to do. Could James really have done this to me? Or maybe Prendergast is wrong. Maybe he's lying... It does seem quite obvious that he hates James, maybe he's just trying to turn me against him. Hmmmmmm... Oh, I just don't know! Suddenly... Ben: Michael! Michael! *gasp* *pant* *cough* *gasp* Something terrible... has... happened! Ben: You're not going to believe this... *gasp* *cough* but... it's awful... let me explain... Ben: I was assaulted... mugged... he took my bag... Ben: I was walking home pleasantly down the alleyway, thinking about love and joy. Ben: When suddenly someone twatted me real hard round the head with a baseball bat! My eyes went all starry and blurry and everything tasted like lime for a second. Ben: As I began to fall, the assailant hit again, this time right in the chest. Ben: As I lay unmoving on the ground he grabbed the strap of my bag and wrenched it off from around my swelling head. Ben: I was almost unconscious... but with all my might I dragged myself up. Ben: I was pretty out of it at that point... but as he ran I managed to get a quick glimpse of him. Ben: It's hard to believe, but... the guy that attacked me back there was our housemate... James! Michael: James did this to you? Oh my... Listen close, Ben. I need you to get some rope from the hardware store. This madness ends NOW! The Colin Clydesdale Conundrum: Part Six: Gone Loco

Prendergast: None other than James Morrison!

Michael: What? No! This can't be... There must be some mistake. James would never... we're supposed to be friends!!!

Prendergast: There's no mistake, Watson. This is the hard cold truth. Your housemate is a criminal and a pussy. Deal with it.

And so, later on, on the front porch...
Michael: Oh God, I just don't know what to do. Could James really have done this to me? Or maybe Prendergast is wrong. Maybe he's lying... It does seem quite obvious that he hates James, maybe he's just trying to turn me against him. Hmmmmmm... Oh, I just don't know!

Suddenly...
Ben: Michael! Michael! *gasp* *pant* *cough* *gasp* Something terrible... has... happened!

Ben: You're not going to believe this... *gasp* *cough* but... it's awful... let me explain...

Ben: I was assaulted... mugged... he took my bag...

Ben: I was walking home pleasantly down the alleyway, thinking about love and joy.

Ben: When suddenly someone twatted me real hard round the head with a baseball bat! My eyes went all starry and blurry and everything tasted like lime for a second.

Ben: As I began to fall, the assailant hit again, this time right in the chest.

Ben: As I lay unmoving on the ground he grabbed the strap of my bag and wrenched it off from around my swelling head.

Ben: I was almost unconscious... but with all my might I dragged myself up.

Ben: I was pretty out of it at that point... but as he ran I managed to get a quick glimpse of him.

Ben: It's hard to believe, but... the guy that attacked me back there was our housemate... James!

Michael: James did this to you? Oh my... Listen close, Ben. I need you to get some rope from the hardware store. This madness ends NOW!]]> The Colin Clydesdale Conundrum: Part Five: The Verdict http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2006-05-11 http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2006-05-11 Thu, 08 Nov 2007 14:05:16 -0000 <a href="http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2006-05-11">The Colin Clydesdale Conundrum: Part Five: The Verdict</a> Michael: Hey, Prendergast? Are you done CSI-ing my room yet? Prendergast: Yeah, I've just about got all the evidence I need from here. I'm gonna head down to the lab and get this shit processed. I'll call round later with the results. Michael: Okay, great. But please don't be long. I can't bear this suspense. It's driving me crazy. And so later... Michael: Prendergast better get back soon. I'm so nervous I've resorted to drinking rum in the day to calm myself! Also, this rum tastes nice. Michael: Ah, that must be him now... Sure enough... Prendergast: The name's Prendergast. L.A.P.D. Michael: You don't need to keep saying that, Prendz. I know who you are. Remember? Prendergast: I think you better sit down. I got some quite disturbing news to tell you, and it ain't gonna be pretty. And so... Michael: Come on Prendz, spit it out! It's killing me! Prendergast: After I left yours, I interviewed some of your neighbours who had seen a white male walking nearby with a butcher's knife. Prendergast: Using the information they gave me, along with the DNA results from the lab, we managed to construct an accurate photofit image of the perp's ugly face. Prendergast: Brace yourself, because this bastard ain't no stranger to you. Prendergast: It's none other than your very own house mate: James Morrison. The Colin Clydesdale Conundrum: Part Five: The Verdict

Michael: Hey, Prendergast? Are you done CSI-ing my room yet?

Prendergast: Yeah, I've just about got all the evidence I need from here. I'm gonna head down to the lab and get this shit processed. I'll call round later with the results.

Michael: Okay, great. But please don't be long. I can't bear this suspense. It's driving me crazy.

And so later...

Michael: Prendergast better get back soon. I'm so nervous I've resorted to drinking rum in the day to calm myself! Also, this rum tastes nice.

Michael: Ah, that must be him now...

Sure enough...
Prendergast: The name's Prendergast. L.A.P.D.

Michael: You don't need to keep saying that, Prendz. I know who you are. Remember?

Prendergast: I think you better sit down. I got some quite disturbing news to tell you, and it ain't gonna be pretty.

And so...
Michael: Come on Prendz, spit it out! It's killing me!

Prendergast: After I left yours, I interviewed some of your neighbours who had seen a white male walking nearby with a butcher's knife.

Prendergast: Using the information they gave me, along with the DNA results from the lab, we managed to construct an accurate photofit image of the perp's ugly face.

Prendergast: Brace yourself, because this bastard ain't no stranger to you.

Prendergast: It's none other than your very own house mate: James Morrison.]]> The Colin Clydesdale Conundrum: Part Four: CSI: Michael's House http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2006-05-09 http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2006-05-09 Thu, 08 Nov 2007 13:45:55 -0000 <a href="http://michaelsexcitinglife.co.uk/index.php?date=2006-05-09">The Colin Clydesdale Conundrum: Part Four: CSI: Michael's House</a> In Michael's Bedroom... Prendergast: The name's Prendergast. L.A.P.D. Michael: Hey Prenders, thanks for coming man. Michael: I'll show you what happened. I didn't know what to do. Ben suggested calling you. Michael: Look... Prendergast: Jesus... Prendergast: Do you know anyone with a vendetta against you? Someone that knows where you live and wants you scared? Michael: No- not really, none I can think of anyway. It doesn't make sense! I thought everyone liked me. Really, I did. Prendergast: Listen, Watson. Leave me alone for a few minutes. I need to examine the crime scene for clues. The names... PRENDERGAST comics. Vol. 2 Prendergast: I need to put myself into the mindset of the killer. Prendergast: No finger prints on the knife handle. Guy was smart enough to wipe. Prendergast: But there ain't no way this perp left the room without leavin' something. They never do. Prendergast: Bingo. The fucker shed some hair. Prendergast: And he left out the window. Leaving some nice, fresh prints for me. Prendergast: Where did you go, you son of a bitch? I don't know who you are or why you did this. But one thing I do know... Once I get this shit to the lab, your ass is mine. The Colin Clydesdale Conundrum: Part Four: CSI: Michael's House

In Michael's Bedroom...
Prendergast: The name's Prendergast. L.A.P.D.
Michael: Hey Prenders, thanks for coming man.

Michael: I'll show you what happened. I didn't know what to do. Ben suggested calling you.

Michael: Look...
Prendergast: Jesus...

Prendergast: Do you know anyone with a vendetta against you? Someone that knows where you live and wants you scared?

Michael: No- not really, none I can think of anyway. It doesn't make sense! I thought everyone liked me. Really, I did.

Prendergast: Listen, Watson. Leave me alone for a few minutes. I need to examine the crime scene for clues. The names...

PRENDERGAST comics. Vol. 2

Prendergast: I need to put myself into the mindset of the killer.

Prendergast: No finger prints on the knife handle. Guy was smart enough to wipe.

Prendergast: But there ain't no way this perp left the room without leavin' something. They never do.

Prendergast: Bingo. The fucker shed some hair.

Prendergast: And he left out the window. Leaving some nice, fresh prints for me.

Prendergast: Where did you go, you son of a bitch? I don't know who you are or why you did this. But one thing I do know... Once I get this shit to the lab, your ass is mine.]]>