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DFD loomed over me...smiling. I tried to get up, but found that the straps holding me down were made of quality leather; how a hobo acquired such valuable material, I do not know. I was still weak from the ice cream contest. I slowly turned my head up and vaguely muttered "DEEE...EFFF....DEE!" "Things are not as they seem," said DFD. He snapped his fingers, and from the darkness to my left emerged a lesser hobo, one carrying a needle. "Don't worry, this is one of those real hospital needles...not some filthy hobo alleyway needle," DFD exclaimed. The lesser hobo walked up to my arm and shot me full of some dark yellow liquid. A few seconds passed, and the pain of injection was gone, and nothing happened. As I was about to ask what they injected me with, a sharp pain came from the back of my throat.
I caughed vigorously, and spit out a small chip. It was a communist chip. It seems this is what was hidden in the bowl of cookie dough ice cream. I slowly turned to DFD, but he was gone. I heard some footsteps to my right, and slowly turned over. It was DFD. He reached for my high quality leather straps, and unfastened them. I got up, and DFD explained to me how he used his hobo teleportation technology to rescue me from the BBQ pit after I fainted. I thanked DFD for rescuing me, but wondered how he knew where to look for me. There seems to be something he's not telling me...
I got up and took a walk with DFD. "I'm part of a secret hobo organization known as H.A.T.T. and this is our base," he said. "H.A.T.T. you say?" I said. "Yes, the Hobos Against The Threat." I nodded. As we walked, DFD approached a dumpster-shaped canister. He opened it up and reached in, and pulled out a hobo hat so rugged that it would make the most hardcore rugged hobo hat afficionado piss his pants. He put it on, and with a snap of his fingers, we were transported to what seemed like the back of a Wendy's. "This is our command base," he said. It doesn't take much glancing around to see that these hobos are no laughing matter. Every dumpster has an LCD screen taped onto it, monitoring something. Indeed, I am glad DFD is my ally.
But my awe was disturbed by an alarm. DFD tapped at an LCD screen, and the threat was displayed. The communists were not happy about the H.A.T.T's saving me, and were invading their base. A big battle was under way.
Tune in to the next episode: They're after me #4, Big Battle in Little Hobo Base.
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