The Case of the Treacherous Trio

And now we invite you to listen to the adventures of the Broken, as Mike Murray found the case of the treacherous trio. They wonder in the murn was he a decided to take it, planning his hands for battle.

The case in point I give you a first-market. This marker is a very gentleman, he's an ordering down the fourth-floor car to the Belmont Park. Like a great general, he surveys the terrain as he goes to the middle.

To the objective, apartment 4A. I'm a candidate pocket-made helper. I'm looking for Dave Lemond, right? It's coming to the right place. My name is Frank Marshall. Doesn't that mean any to you? Good. I think so.

You might have recommended very much. I hope you wouldn't take that attitude, Lemond. I didn't want to show my hand. What's the idea I'm doing? What's the idea of the idea? I'll do my ignorance.

You'll find my wallet in that coat. Now what? Well, is it a pickup? Put it on in that coat. One-four. I said, sit down. You and I don't have a little heart to heart talk.

Well, it's a brand new ankle since one of Burgers has been getting psychoanalysis. This isn't a eye, you know, the lingo. I know a lot of things. Now let's settle over again. My name is Marshall Frank Marshall.

Have you ever heard before? No. How about I lean, Marshall? I lean. He's my wife. That's a church. You don't know this? Am I missing much? Don't get gay, Leonard. I thought I was very, very well under the circumstances.

After all, it is my home. Then why did she tell me you were the boys? Why did who, Jerry, I always watch for? That woman who came to my office. I'm sorry, Marshall. You lost me at the time.