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Missing Chicago dogs « Thread Started on Aug 18, 2008, 8:17pm »
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With a grunt of dissatisfaction he looked down at the supposed hotdog in his hand, a sheath of soggy potato bread and a thin, rubbery boiled sausage slathered in ketchup. He hadn't bothered asking for racers or a pickled tomatoes, but he had thought they would at least have onions, relish and mustard. He decided against eating the lump of cold material in his hand and began to feed it to the swarm of pidgeons gathering at his feet. He himself had gathered a few sideways glances, looking over the black buisness suit after work hours, out of date hat and tie adorned with bright pink and red hibiscus. He wore an allergy mask over hsi mouth, odd seeing as how it wasn't pollen season, and he seemed not to be appreciating the gourmet hotdogs offered at the nearby cart. Though he was odd, so were most of the people in New York, so he didn't attract too much attention. He liked that, in his last home there were only a few streets he blended in, and then he had to deal with big burly men hitting on him. Besides, this was where all the evil was nowadays outside of Gotham, and he didn't even want to touch that den of serpents and feces. There were some tasks that, as much as he disdained admitting it, required rubber and capes. This place seemed to be in need of his help though. Spiderman was a joke, not unfit for the job, but far too young to make any real difference. The hormones wracking the boy's body were of greater importance to him than the city, and that was the perfect opening for someone like himself. The few that knew of his existance called him the Businessman. He wasn't sure if he liked that, but it was better than Tie man or Cane man. He looked up at the skyline, gazing on as the sun slid below the skyscrapers and the sky began to dim. Night was what he was waiting for. He owuld just stay here and get a feel for what he was up against. Besides, Centauress3765 wouldn't be on MSN for another few hours. He tapped his cane against the ground and stood, heading for a pizza cart at the other side of the street. Perhaps there he could find something edible.