Originally Posted by Rancho_Loco
Guy hopped onto a balcony and went into a sliding door. Ted let him get in about ten feet before he started tuning the guy up. At least that's where the blood and bits of clothes started. We all figured ted was peeking around the corner just waiting for him to get in far enough to ensure success.


Somehow I'm reminded of Richard Pryor's Doberman..."You can't leave now, I want to PLAY" grin


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