Supernose made it to an abandoned gas station where the bad guys were hanging out in the garage. His superteam was able to take out the faceless and nameless villains where he found a clue. One of the thugs was wearing a brand new perfume called Submmission being made by a high falutin' department store. Everything was falling into place.

Our network van zipped through the streets while I briefed everyone on the game and what was coming up next when the tire blew out near Central Park. The driver set about replacing the tire. The actors/players moseyed into a nearby shopping mall for drinks leaving me to wander the periphery of the park. As you may or may not know there are a few statues featuring characters from Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland. The City of New York had built a huge complex of statuary, clocks and fountains dedicated to this tale and its sequel. While walking up some stairs that led to a tunnel I stumbled upon a fat blonde chick. She reminded me of the collections manager at work but she was younger and less pregnant. Standing beside her was Madeline McCann.

For the uninitiated, that's the little girl who was allegedly murdered by her parents allegedly in Portugal while on an alleged holiday and became an alleged cause célèbre over in the alleged European Union. Also a source of many alleged lulz by eurofags on a certain alleged internet imageboard.

I knew it was her because of her coloboma. She wasn't the only one with something in her eye because mine were full of dollar signs. While the fat blonde was chatting with someone I scooped her up and whispered that everything was going to be awwwwwwright. Halfway down the stairs and almost out of fatty's sight there was a scream followed by a ruckus and a bizarre noise. A white stream of something whizzed past my ear and splattered against a clock tower covered with winged monkeys and caterpillars. Reckon it was some quantum liquid that is also light at the same time. Anyway when the weapon struck one of the winged monkeys it came to life, laughed and flew high in the air.

Just like in any movie I made a poor choice turning around to see what was going on. Fatty was wielding a strange H.R. Giger-esque derringer that glowed white from the interseces of its midnight carapace. She fired again and struck Maddy who immediately turned to stone. Life became a bit more complicated because if I dropped the kid's statue form she'd shatter and I'd be out of a cushy reward. Now I had to wrest the gun from the corpulent cunt so I'd be able to stone-to-flesh Maddy and claim the reward.

Most of the time I was avoiding being petrified by my pursuer's pistol. The van had been fixed and was nowhere to be found. Folks were staring at me while I ran past them with a swaddled statuette in my arms chased by an insane broad shooting quantum jizz over my shoulder. Now and again I'd raise the statue hoping she'd accidentally be turned back into a little girl to no avail. The sidewalks were getting crowded, basement doors were opened and homeless people lounged against buildings making running more precarious.

Long story short because I lack talent, fatso trips and I grab the gun while making my way someplace more public so I can declare my victory. The gun wasn't glowing as brightly as I remember it was glowing at the beginning of the chase and I didn't know if I had enough charge to change her back.

If I recall correctly there was just enough but the dream ended shortly after that like an episode of The Jeffersons.