Slowly a the limo pulls out from the lot across the street. As it slowly creeps to a stop a window slides down.

Da Vinci's face can be seen.

*Hmmmm* our hero's says

*I knew that body double might be of some assistance"

"But Sir" Shyla the chefiuer questions "How could a 300 pound chicken eating imbusul. Be mistaken for you, your fit, hung like horse funny, rich, charming, and goodlooking?*

*Thats because my dear Nos is and idiot*

As the limo pulls off into the night Da Vinci turns on the transmitter, a red hue flickers on the palm pilot and the chase is on.

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