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  <title>Comments on 'The Following Ficlet Takes Place Between 6:11 and 6:18 PM'</title>
  <subtitle>*6:12:06*

_Oh, my God. Another little weirdo,_ Frank Ritchey thought to himself, as he let the odd child into his house.

&amp;quot;Let's start with an easy one. Where is the Sarin gas?&amp;quot; Randall asked, with quiet confidence.

&amp;quot;I don't know what you're talking about. I really don't. I don't like this game you and your friend are playing. How did you find my house, you little creep?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;I told _you_, my name is Tony Almeida.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Okay, Tony, I think it would be best if you'd leave my house, before I call the police.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;That won't be necessary,&amp;quot; Randall opened his 'field kit', revealing a number of odd items. A light bulb flashed in Frank's mind. _He's planning on torturing me._

&amp;quot;Okay, get out! And get out now!&amp;quot;

Before Frank had a chance to apprehend Randall and toss him out, he had already been stuck by the syringe.

&amp;quot;It's called sodium pentathol. You might have heard of the popular term 'truth serum'. In a few moments you'll tell me everything I need to know.&amp;quot;

Frank Ritchey had never been more terrified in his life.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-08-08T22:47:32Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Following Ficlet Takes Place Between 6:11 and 6:18 PM</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t blame the dude for being freaked out.  These people really &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; need professional help.  Absolutely brilliant.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-08-08T22:47:32Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>g2 (la pianista irlandesa)</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Comment on The Following Ficlet Takes Place Between 6:11 and 6:18 PM</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Okay, these kids need professional help.  Very funny stuff.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/29114?basename=59929</id>
    <published>2008-05-02T01:49:31Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>THX 0477</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Following Ficlet Takes Place Between 6:11 and 6:18 PM</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt; OMG , what is it really? Surely they couldn&amp;#8217;t get actual truth serum!?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;...I&amp;#8217;m really feeling overdramatic today. Great job!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-01T21:13:11Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Fyora Cartagan</name>
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