with the Tormienator...
by leahman
I awaited for some time expecting Tormie to arrive, and 'as I expected,
he appeared a few hours late in the Dodge, turbo-deseil Prowler convertible,
he acquired at the Airport.
From inside my Office, I heard:
R O A R o o OOOMM......
...S C R E E C H
...B l u i m t h p c k ! ---
" Eh 'S o r r y ... about 'yur Kitty - lady..."
I peaked out the window to see that 'He parked the car then
took a few minuites to figure out 'how to work the door handle, then
he got out...
He was dressed in black pants, with Hush-Puppies on his feet, and a Tee Shirt
-where Ringo was standing in front of the Magical Myestry Tour- Bus. Then, realizing
that he was wearing 'most of the pizza 'he'd also gotten at the Airport, he changed
into a (somewhat) clean shirt...
and I heard -the doorbell ring.
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Answering the front door He smiled cordially, and followed me through
my home, into my Office, where he sat on the couch, and gazed out the window.
He gave a big wide smile but was interrupted by a low but certainly audible
release of bodily gas - that lasted -at least 40 seconds and had, -a very -zippy ending...
(My ' Cat retreated, with a startled expression)
Apparently flying 'made Tormie - neverous...
I went to my desk( to breath) and to get a Steno Pad, as he stared around
the room. Noticing the candy dish on the coffee table, filled with wrapped
Butter-Rum candies he helped himself, muttering something -about the
crappy food on the Airplane.
Apparently these, only further activated his appetite as he then reached inside pants
pocket and produced a cellophane wrapped packet -of Cheese Crackers.
The cellophane stubbornly refused 'his pudgy fingers, but he smiled and then produced
a pocket-knife 'with which to coax the stubborn cellophane -open.
The -years dull knife, finally succeeded -in getting the thing 'open, however, the
contents were now reduced to more-or-less '- cracker-crumbs... which he lapped
up out of his hand.
He had black -rimmed glasses(I wondered -if they were Italian Army issue)
and his brown thinning hair was showing gray. I went into the next room (the kitchen)
as I was interested to see his reaction to R E A L CocaCola...
but apparently - those cracker-crumbs -had tickled 'his rounded nose...
Uah C H ooooooo ! !
The cracker crumbs were now 'all over the room, and his hand -was filled with a combination
of the Yellow-Orange 'cracker crumbs, and the green reminant -of a truly -devastating sneeze...
"Want some cracker-? " he smiled sheepishly, showing me 'what his hand now contained
as he rubbed it slowly 'onto -the belly of his shirt...
I brought him something to snack on, -easier to open...
NO NANNER -For You donkey... You might get fat...
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"No Thanks ." -I answered.
"So Davide, you operate the world's only site, dedicated to a single Poser Model. What is it
about the P-4 female that captures your imagination, to the extent that 'you'd devote -such time
and egostencial resources as necessary -to bring her to life ?"
"She- got- 'nice wegs cute feets and big tiddies..." he answered -but looking
-at the collection of antique surgical 'and barber instruments -on my coffee table.
"What'z THIS ?" - he asked, picking up a particularly ominous-looking surgical spreader
-that had belonged to a long deceased 'surgeon relative of mine last-used in the Civil War.
"Be careful... with that... it's ..." " OUCH ! " he wailed, holding -a now pricked stubby finger...
"SHARP..." -I said... he plunged it back on the coffee table, his feelings -obviously hurt by the
encounter...
"And how do you find America, now -that you are here ?"
" I not drive the plane..." he replied.
"so I not have to find America... plane driver she -knows where she is..." he was drinking the
CocaCola -as if he'd never tasted anything like it, so
I offered to sweeten it with some Crown Royal. He tasted it stirred it a little
with the end of his finger, then motioned for me 'to add more - to it.
Soon he was telling me, his entire life story.... and he was swaying -and getting happier
-all the time. He much liked my worn NASA jacket, and I gave him a real Applo 12 Mission Patch
when he said that he wanted -to "visit NASA " and "fly shuttle into Space."
Before he was completely ineaberiated I asked him about a Secret Project , the posibilities he'd
been investigating,
If you've ever played 1st person video games, or seen a demo of 3-D applications like "Second Life",
then you are familure with how as a Character, you can enter cyber space as a
3D character, almost like a real world. Posette4Forever would be the first Poser Website to have a
real Cyber Clubhouse where members can meet and converse, as the 3-D characters we all know.
This Cyber Clubhouse may have many different "levels" in the same way that there are different
locations within a Video game. You could soon be taking a tour of Venice, in a Gondola steered by
a wise-cracking Bus-Driver, in -real-time, or take a ride -on Tormie's Bus, or join Indiana Tormie
in a treasure hunt. You'll be able to "speak " to your PF friends, and accquire and use objects, but as in
-all video games there are dangers and pitfalls, too numerous to mention.
.......
We'd talked for some hours, and I was enjoying our conversation quite a lot
when I noticed that familure ...."You've Got mail... coming from
my computer on the desk.
Subject: (for Tormie)
Keep 'taking my Name '-in vain...
.......and I'll
.......make Traffic
.......WORSE...
..................GOD
Subject: (for Tormie)
We -need to talk...
.......Meet me, at my place, Sunday
.......before the Soccer game.
.......Bring the family.
..................GOD
Subject: (for Tormie)
You -only think...
.......it's been Hot Around Here...
..................GOD
He insisted that someone was playing a Gag -on him..
I asked 'if he'd given my E-Mail address -to anyone..?
but he insisted that 'that didn't prove anything, because he hadn't
given any address -to be handed a telegram -at the Airport either.
By the time the Crown Royal was gone so was he...
(sound asleep) on the couch, hugging 'my struggling 'big cat
to use him for a pillow... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
It is our hope that as matters, such 'an impending change of residence subside, - that
Tormie will continue to make PF -the best place on the internet, with the special Magic and creativity
that comes with a heart as big as Texas ( and a certain lack of personal hygine )
TORMIE... my friend,
For all the fun we have -with you
and being 'such 'a special Guy...
What can I say ?
' For all you do
This Bud's -for you
... My farts will last long in your beautiful house so that you can think of me every time 
< Tormie leahman> 
TIME - for Leahman to shut-up - 
