Tonight at 9:00, I received a phone call from the front desk asking if I ordered food. I did not so I hung up and resumed my "24" watching with Bryan Galloway from Nebraska and Darryl Dash from Ontario, Canada. Then the doorbell rang and it was some guy from a restaurant delivering a bag of food for "Jack Bauer." He didn't say anything and there was no note. Inside the bag were three portions of wings and some kind of dessert that was very good.
Bryan, Darryl and I were slightly nervous that this might be some kind of terrorist trick but we figured it would be a nice way to go out so we dug in. We also rationalized that if we didn't eat the wings, the terrorists win.
They were delicious but we still have no idea who sent them or why. If you have a clue, comment so we can solve the mystery.
And I don't need to remind you to DO IT NOW! HURRY! WE DON'T HAVE THAT KIND OF TIME! Once you get the information, either patch me through or send it over to my screen.
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They were originally meant for Edgar, but since he died they were passed on to you.
Jack, I've been trying to reach you all day. Everytime I access your screen it says "Fantasy Football". I need to let you know that a camp of highly irritated chef's have infiltrated several metropolitan resturants. Whatever you do, don't eat anything that has not been irradiated first. Beware Jack, they are hitting hard this time...our gastrointestinal system.
Geez Dad, me and my boyfriend were going to take supper to the plane. But no, you get th munchies and eat our supper. Thanks Dad, it's not like I ask for much.
Now, comrade, you are finally one of ours. The moose and squirrel tried to warn you, but they are now on their way back to Canada via Trans-Siberian Dog Sled. You didn't see that vial of truth serum under the lettuce did you? We will find out all you know about Expository Doctrinal Preaching! No wait! I mean the plot to steal the B-B-Q recipe from the Kremlin. Contact will be made soon. Look for a man with a Yankee accent!
Boris had better stop calling me Natalie or ... The name is Natasha!
Elementary, dear Watson.
If you check with the hotel clerk you will find that a one Jack Bauer is a guest a the hotel whose room is on the floor directly below yours. He ordered food last night and the restaraunt employee who took his order wrote the wrong room number on the ticket. When the delivery man arrived at the hotel he told the clerk that he had a food delivery for the room number written on the ticket. When the clerk called your room to verify, you informed him that you did not order any food. The clerk, checking back with the delivery man, asked the name of his customer. He read the name, "Jack Bauer". Checking the list, the clerk verified that Jack Bauer was indeed a guest there and gave the correct room number. Promptly ignoring the clerk, the deliver man went on his way into the rest of the hotel. Doublechecking the room number on the ticket he arrived at your room with jack Bauer's dinner order.
24 what?
I didn't know what to do! My wife was nearly blown up today. I'm so scared. Somebody thought I should send you some wings but I didn't want anyone to know they were from me. Well, actually Mike Novick told me to do it. No, really it was my Vice President. Please, Please, don't tell my wife, she's still really mad at me over the whole nearly getting blown up in the motorcade thing and if she finds out I listened to him she'll call me names and make me feel stupid. I can't take it, really, I've had just an awful day.
I've got an airtight alibi (what does that mean anyway? do some alibis leak air, if so it's a good thing the CTU door weren't sealed with alibis). I have been in bed with the flu since Saturday, feeling like I'd just inhaled Cyntox nerve gas for most of the time. But if you're looking for clues, I watched National Treasure while I was sick so here are some good clues: "The secret lies with Charlotte." "Mr. Matlack can't offend." "Heere at the wall." I don't know if they'll help you with your food mystery, but they're pretty good clues anyway. By the way, it had to be Rodney. He's the one who's been so interested in what you're eating while you're there. Now go eat some Clam Chowder before Rodney has to order you some on the Internet.
Bruce is Right! I definitely was not the one that sent you the wings. I would have gone for the Lobster with Creamy Rissoto and Shitaki Mushrooms.
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