How could I have loosened my teeth from this one? Round Robin time!

Back in March, 2008, I started a round robin experiment.  I think we should pick it up again!  Here's what went before:

An Experiment: A Round Robin story.

It's time for an experiment: A round-robin story!  I'll provide the first line, and you guys supply the continuations.  A line, a paragraph, but not more than 150 or so words, and preferably less.  When I find a continuation I like, I'll add a new post for the next continuation.  Or we can spread this around and have someone else host the next installment.  (Or you can do a rewrite of the first line with your submission.)  (They do one of these on Critters and it's pretty amusing.)

Now, the backstory.  In a recent comment Bernita says that her son's toy gun picked up CB radio.  It made me think of a first line.   

Ready? 

Here goes.

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"My son's toy raygun is picking up someone's cell phone. Russian guys talking about murdering somebody.  Or at least I think it's murder; hard to tell with those accents."

Charles Gramlich: The worst part about it is, I'm convinced the conversation is coming from close, very close. Next door, in fact.

Billy:  The sports equipment store owner hasn't been seen since the Leningrad Jumping Circus arrived. The three brothers and two sisters smoke black cigarettes and speak into their wrist watches frequently.

Scott from Oregon:  I've tried to tell the local Sheriff about all of this, but as one can imagine, I didn't get much further than "Russians talking on my son's toy raygun..."

I yelled, "It can't just be a coincidence that the Leningrad Jumping Circus is in town, can it!" to a Sheriff hell bent on escaping into Betty's Donuts on a Monday afternoon.

Bernita:  Betty's, by the way, was a bakery and coffee shop, not a brothel. In case you were wondering.  Veronica served as our small town whore.

David:  Come to think of it, where's Veronica? and why isn't the sheriff there, his usual location on a Monday afternoon?

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So, to play, all you have to do is add something in the comment trail.  Silly works, so does serious.

Comments

[jjdebenedictis]

The ray gun is in my pocket, and it keeps whispering. The voice seems stronger when I'm in the bathroom, and strongest yet when I'm touching the hot water pipe.

[writtenwyrdd]

And yet... And yet, as I'm brushing my teeth, my fillings begin to hum just a little: Ode to Joy, I'm thinking, then I hear, "Da, and we must be careful of eavesdroppings."

"Shit!" I exclaim, grabbing my jaw.

"Tovarich, you hear that?" hissed a second voice.

[writtenwyrdd]

*tovarich means friend

[charles gramlich]

I had almost forgotten about this. (not my line). lol.

[laughingwolf]

"Damn, shoulda listened to Fred when he told me to get the amalgam fillings replaced by the non-metallic dental cement!"