ArchivedLogs:Pinging the old Contacts

Pinging the old Contacts
Because that's what they call it now.
Dramatis Personae Murphy, Jim
In Absentia	2013-05-06 And so the hunt begins...
Location Stalking around the city, probably.
(Jim --> Murphy): 'A text arrives. Jim's number: So do you even program names into your phone.' (Murphy --> Jim): Nope. What're you wearing. (Jim --> Murphy): 'Pink satin ribbon. Guess which branch I tied it on.' (Murphy --> Jim): Next time tie some mistletoe down there too. I bet you look good in pink. Do you use weedkiller for spermicide. Also what the fuck do you want. (Jim --> Murphy): 'Why, so I can put your eye out next Christmas? I'm got a delicate case. You still got your lips wrapped around a few FBI cocks?' (Murphy --> Jim): Giving one of them a handjob right now as we speak. He says hi, by the way. Why? Whaddya need. (Jim --> Murphy): 'You better swallow, this one's big. That spiderterroristkid in the dorky goggles. Little guy. He's gone missing. It's like the fucking happening thing for freak kids these days.' (Jim --> Murphy): 'Again.' (Jim --> Murphy): 'Some more.' (Jim --> Murphy): 'I'm trying to cross off who /hasn't/ gotten their paws on him.' (Murphy --> Jim): We haven't, as far as I can tell. FBI hasn't, either, last time I checked. But I haven't checked for a while. I ask around. Punch some of my contacts. (Murphy --> Jim): Also, I'm teaching Pigsty how to box. (Murphy --> Jim): On Tuesday, probably. (Jim --> Murphy): 'Hey, get your own Mexican, I fished that out myself.' (Murphy --> Jim): Fuck you. He made me a sandwich. Mine, now. (Murphy --> Jim): That's how this shit works. Man makes you a sandwich, officially becomes your property. (Jim --> Murphy): 'He's the sluttiest sandwichmaker in town, man. He'll sandwich for kicks.' (Jim --> Murphy): 'Anyway. I got Sparkles asking around the Lofts. He'll probably ping the mutieDoc. I'm looking into local disasters in case he wanted to blow his hero wad somewhere and put his eye out.' (Murphy --> Jim): Check fires. That's what he had the biggest hard-on for if you want to believe the papers. (Murphy --> Jim): But yeah, I'll ask a fuckwad or two. (Jim --> Murphy): 'Don't mess up your pretty face.' (Jim --> Murphy): 'I'm putting my fist in it Tuesday.' (Jim --> Murphy): 'We'll see who gets the better sandwich.' (Murphy --> Jim): Bring it on. I'll bring my axe and blue ox. (Jim --> Murphy): '10-4'