Brian Coltrane

And when yer awake, yer a doofus. MaryAnne messed with your earlier post and you didn't notice. HEH!

Alex, a moderator? Hmmm. Nah, we'd just delete each other's posts all night. But ya know, you've been around heah a long time Daney, and you don't have a title, or even a nickname. I'll have to think on that. Yer kinda like that switchboard operator... always in the middle of the gossip. Hmm...

So WRITE already! Good grits n' gravy, man! I swear, you got no intentions of evah leavin' this joint!

Bahahaha! Pass the bubble bath.

Yeah, you know how well we follow the main topic in a thread. What this place needs is a moderator.

*snorts in amusement* Like a Duke pleadin' innocent has evah meant anythang in Hazzard. Who ya kiddin', boy? And whoevah did do it, seems content to let you sit heah and rot. Your only hope is that story.

Yap, yap, yap! Talk less, write more. Heah! *hands over a notebook and a pen* You musta been takin' Chet Duke pills. You sound just like him. Which ain't a compliment. If you're really worried about your motorcycle, you'll have one of your little friends put mah car back together nice and neat. 'Zactly the way it was, in good workin' order. *pauses, and narrows eyes* Or your motorcycle will be the least of your worries. *from somewhere in the background, dramatic music swells ominously*

I know, just when you think he couldn't get more weird.

*eventually wanders back to the courthouse, strolling over to the jail cell, whistling to self, evidently in a good mood* Waaal, Garrett! Rumor has it you're curious about your bail. Now that ah've had some time to think about it...heah's whatcha need to do. Just write us a story. A nice, entertainin' yarn about the Dukes. It don't have to be real long, and I don't rightly care who's all in it. It's up to you how long this takes. The sooner yer done, the sooner you can be free. Meantime, like Roger said...that motorcycle's gettin' me around pretty good. You can have that back when somebody repairs my car. Ah'd say that's a fair enuff deal.

Then enjoy your stay, sodbuster. 'Cause your bail just went up. In fact, since yer bein' so uncooperative, Garrett...we might have to bring in a couple of your friends and throw them in the cells downstairs. *turns away* We'll see if another night heah improves your attitude. Remember that bail is set for people who want a chance to git out. Tho' you ain't none too concerned, onconna Dukes got no jobs...no social life to speak of... *plucks the jail keys off the wall, taking them along, heading for the door*

I mean to offend him, tho'. What's with the family tree, Chet? Your registration papers are on file with the county, and it cleary shows yo' mamma was a Holstien, and yer daddy was a jack mule. Which kinda explains the picture you use around heah.

*watching all the commotion around Garrett's cell for awhile, before finally strolling up to it. Dark eyes give a flat, hard stare at the incarcerated Duke* Seems yer little friends are gonna supply you with food, so there's no reason for the county to splurge on bread and water for ya. And about your bail....*takes out a cigarette and a lighter from jacket pocket, and lights up a smoke, clenching the cigarette between teeth* Your bail is gonna be high. Mighty high. 'Cause unlike your silly little friends, you got real charges to face. *exhales a long stream of smoke* For one, bein' an accomplice to the destruction of county property. Two, aidin' and abettin' an escape attempt. Three, yer a smarty-pants. Four... I don't like your haircut. *leans in closer to the bars* And five...if you attempt to bust outta heah, I'll have your hide for a throw rug. That bein' said, I'm still considerin' the price of your bail. You'll make it easier on yourself, if you tell me who dismantled my car. Oh, I gotta pretty good idea who's done it....but I need witness testimony to keep some facade of legality goin' when I bust 'em to hell and back.

If Daney was cool with it, then I retract that element of my prior statement. However, in the 10 years we've been running RR's, I've never seen a more blatant rebuke of another writer's contributions, than "simply starting a new story with the same beginning that does not involve anything posted by i1976." Which is basically what you're saying. It sounds kinda snobby no matter what spin you put on it. It's like taking the game ball and running across the street to start a new team. In the process it's gonna hurt the feelings of the first kid who actually showed up to play in the first place. As a lazy referee of this particular playground, I don't like the tactic and I won't see it repeated. Since it's already happened in this case, carry on with it.

i1976, I'm addressing you too since I posted a few thoughts to your writing nemesis. The one thing I've gotta say, after looking at the round robin story in question, is that your post seemed to take an unconnected route. Which probably frustrated Bo James Duke, as the post done by this person laid a lot of groundwork. Round Robins can be devilishly hard to work on, as that's the ongoing risk - that somebody will post something that doesn't jive with what's went on before. And it's true that not everything needs to be a Enos and Daisy love story. Doesn't mean they can't be in it, but it would be best if they were seen reacting or discussing the preceeding events. Frankly, Round Robin stories can be a complete pain in the ass and I think Mufn's thought about deleting this section on HNet more than once. However, I've seen a lot of good things coming out of them over the years, including new, interesting characters, great ideas, and long-term friendships. I would like to see you and BDJ cut each other some slack. Brian

( I hate to break the nonsense we've got going on this thread, but it looks like I have to do a moderator thang and address this issue. ) Bo James Duke: It's a story! Have a heart attack over it. It's interesting that you'll take Daney's idea and then only want your version of it, told. But she posted it on the round robin because she wanted everybody welcome to join in. Then you take the story, and only want certain people to join in, or for the story to go certain ways. And it wasn't even your concept. I don't think this is what Daney wanted to see, and this whole mess probably hurts her feelings. Nobody posts on the round robins hoping that a fight will break out. ( Unless you're me or Chet, but that's another story, literally.) There's a difference, too, between teasing and creative push-and-shove on the boards, and genuine antagonism. Don't be a brat. Brian

Fragile. This End Up. Do Not Bend.

Emma could do better than Chet, but I suppose she's attracted to the tattoos...kinda looks like he's had a run-in with a postal stamper...

*looks out the window, and frowns * And after ah've been so nice. Waaaal, if that's the way they wanna play it.... I think we'll have to make an example outta one of B.L's buddies. The next person we arrest aint' gonna get out so easily...if they git out at all...and they can thank B.L. for it. *just for dramatic effect, adds an evil laugh* HA! MUAHAHAHAHA!!

Wanted? Since when? The only poster I've seen with your name and face on it, was a fundraiser for literacy.

She won't do any such thang, she's too nice. Besides, it ain't like we singled her out. We arrested more before her, and there's more to follow. This whole law enforcement thang is a blast! Bustin' people...collectin' fines...wavin' around tickets... I'm finally diggin' what ya'll see in this. Who's next on the list of usual suspects?

10w-40 is the answer I was lookin' for. And with your promise for a case of oil bein' good, since Davenports are honest folk... I suppose I can letcha out. S' usually MaryAnne's job but she's still dealing with that towtruck. I wonder how you impound a towtruck, if there's nothin' else to tow it with.... *gets keys and unlocks door* Congratulations! Hope you enjoyed your stay!

You need a Wanted poster? For what? You know what we look like, and we're standin' right here. Besides, if I was worth fifty cents, MaryAnne would just throw a potato sack over my head and drag me in to collect it. And as a bounty hunter, you'd probably make more money turning in empty soda cans you find alongside the ditch.

Oh, don't git all dee-jected. Tell ya what. Name the right grade of oil and give us an I.O.U. for the case of it, and you'll be free to go. Your guesses are close, but I'm looking for something thicker. We're talking cast-iron block V8 motors. Try once more.

We're not greedy. A case to share is fine.