(Aside: I love how we are moving back and forth between the UK and the US here with words like tarmac and tyres - you really are an excellent writer, Cyclefrance, as I have noticed on the other site we share in common 
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Busterb tied Sheila into the sling Patrick had dropped from the hovering helicopter. She was raised into the aircraft, barking wildly at her unexpected ascent heavenwards. Busterb was next up and the helicopter whirred off into the night.
The driver of the Hummer noticed that she had a run in her brand new silk stockings and uttered a short curse, "Cock!"
UT leaned back from the screen and gave a huge sigh of relief. Sheila, Busterb and Patrick were safe for the moment. Time to send off a scathing reply to TW's latest 4 page contribution to the Politics Forum. UT became engrossed in writing a very witty and very devestating response to the hapless TW. So absorbed was UT, that he failed to glance up at the monitor again for quite some time.
Plthjinx leaned back at the controls of the chopper and said to Patrick and Busterb, "Well, boys, I don't know about you, but I could use a jagermeister about now. Seeing as how we're right over Ohio, why don't we stop by Brianna's and take her out for a drink?"
This excellent plan was met with sounds of approval all around and Sheila joined in with excited barks. When the chopper set down on the tarmac at Armpit of Ohio International Airport, Brianna was already there waiting next to a gleaming stretch limo.
"You guys are never going to believe this, but I'm being followed by some wierd chick in a hummer. She doesn't look too friendly, either. What's going on?" The CD player inside the stretch limo abruptly began to blare "Born to Run" by Emmy Lou Harris and the Spyboy Band.