Ah, local government. I sure wouldn't have wanted to miss this. I know that Mark wouldn't have either. That's why Tim dragged both him and Buzz to the council meeting. (After all, if you're going to be making accusations, you should at least bring the guy who saw everything, shouldn't you?) As Tim hammers out the details (details that we are already well aware of, thank you very much), The Jack Elrod Ball protects a duck flying over the Paradise Lake area from hunters and laughing dogs. (Of course, if those hunters are anything like me, they'll have to basically hit that duck from point blank range and then try to shoot the darn dog when it laughs because the game said that you still missed.)
Tim continues to drone on and on and on about things that we already know. Outside, a pigeon perches on a branch, contemplating how it could get into a magic act even though it isn't a dove. Oh wait! Just a minute folks. Things might have just gotten a little more interesting. Senator Wallace has just entered the building and he doesn't appear to be any too happy about what he's just heard. (I half expect him to call Tim out with something to the tune of "Them's fightin' words!" or maybe something about how he's an old man and most people hate him, but he doesn't like them either so it all evens out and that he doesn't really care so long as they keep eating at his restaurant.)
Senator Wallace, thinking that he can just push Tim around, starts to get in the younger man's face, demanding to know what's so bad about owning a fishing camp. Clark Kent (or maybe an old silent film actor) watches nearby, ready to spring into action should Tim require his help in fending off the older man. Tim, however, wasn't just appointed to his position yesterday and throws some of the information he learned from Mark and Buzz back at the Senator, who suddenly thinks that it's getting rather hot in the chamber.
Seeing the Senator begin to stammer and deny that he knew anything about this whole poaching thing (election in November, election in November), Mark decides that now is the time to bring more evidence against him. Sure, Senator, you didn't know anything about this poaching operation. I'm sure that meat just fell from the sky. Well sir, I can tell you that it didn't. I can also tell you that good old wholesome family fun is more important than wild game meat in a fancy schmancy restaurant. Besides, you had to know that there was something up. After all, it was your plane. (Oops. That's why you should deal with shady people of questionable character for every step of the acquisition process. I would have thought that you'd have known that by now.)
Ah, local government. I sure wouldn't have wanted to miss this. I know that Mark wouldn't have either. That's why Tim dragged both him and Buzz to the council meeting. (After all, if you're going to be making accusations, you should at least bring the guy who saw everything, shouldn't you?) As Tim hammers out the details (details that we are already well aware of, thank you very much), The Jack Elrod Ball protects a duck flying over the Paradise Lake area from hunters and laughing dogs. (Of course, if those hunters are anything like me, they'll have to basically hit that duck from point blank range and then try to shoot the darn dog when it laughs because the game said that you still missed.)
Tim continues to drone on and on and on about things that we already know. Outside, a pigeon perches on a branch, contemplating how it could get into a magic act even though it isn't a dove. Oh wait! Just a minute folks. Things might have just gotten a little more interesting. Senator Wallace has just entered the building and he doesn't appear to be any too happy about what he's just heard. (I half expect him to call Tim out with something to the tune of "Them's fightin' words!" or maybe something about how he's an old man and most people hate him, but he doesn't like them either so it all evens out and that he doesn't really care so long as they keep eating at his restaurant.)
Senator Wallace, thinking that he can just push Tim around, starts to get in the younger man's face, demanding to know what's so bad about owning a fishing camp. Clark Kent (or maybe an old silent film actor) watches nearby, ready to spring into action should Tim require his help in fending off the older man. Tim, however, wasn't just appointed to his position yesterday and throws some of the information he learned from Mark and Buzz back at the Senator, who suddenly thinks that it's getting rather hot in the chamber.
Seeing the Senator begin to stammer and deny that he knew anything about this whole poaching thing (election in November, election in November), Mark decides that now is the time to bring more evidence against him. Sure, Senator, you didn't know anything about this poaching operation. I'm sure that meat just fell from the sky. Well sir, I can tell you that it didn't. I can also tell you that good old wholesome family fun is more important than wild game meat in a fancy schmancy restaurant. Besides, you had to know that there was something up. After all, it was your plane. (Oops. That's why you should deal with shady people of questionable character for every step of the acquisition process. I would have thought that you'd have known that by now.)
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