Chronicles of Guirk Mancer Spiritual enthusiast:
“My name is Mr. Guirk Mancer if you earn it you can call me MaGuirk”, said MaGuirk. Then Clancy, the young writer, looked up at MaGuirk from the desk he was sitting in front of while typing and said. “What do I have to do to call you MaGuirk, Mr. Mancer?" MaGuirk slammed his hand down on the wooden desk and when he pulled it away, Clancy, whose attention was drawn toward MaGuirk's surprising response, could see the head a steel nail deeply imbedded in the wood of the desk. "Just pull out the nail," said MaGuirk in his strange, raspy voice. Clancy outraged by the damage to his desk, reached over and grabbing the head of the nail and began twisting it free from the desk.
A few minutes earlier,
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Mancer to fill out the standard ghost writing agreement, and then he stated that he would have to at least view the material before he could give him an estimate of the cost.
“Ok”, said MaGuirk. “But I will be giving you the info for the book verbatim”.
“No can do”, said Clancy, who was starting to get irritated at MaGuirk strange sounding voice and bullish attitude. “I could not ghost write a book verbatim even for my best friend”. MaGuirk then got even more perturbed looking, but his actions were still business like. MaGuirk pulled out a substantial wad of cash at that point and tossed it in front of Clancy. “Will that get us started”, said MaGuirk as if stating a already done deal.
Clancy, although he needed the work and the money, had just boiled over at this point. He hadn't managed to pull the nail out of the desk and was just about done with this man. He jumped up, and grabbed MaGuirk, with both hands and then boomed, “Get the hell out of my office, you jerk”. I’ll take the money to repair my desk out of that cash and I won't call the cops if you leave wright now," he
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He just stared a Clancy's face for a minute, then said coolly, “that’s OK kid I got a good read on you just now you’re Ok, and you can call me MaGuirk."
Clancy, stunned by how calm this man was, released his grip on him, and sat down a little shakily.
MaGuirk reached over and casually pulled up a chair. He sat with the back of it under his folded elbows while looking steadily at Clancy, giving him a chance to regain his composure
After a minuet, Clancy reached over and took a slug of the flat energy drink that was next to his keyboard.
MaGuirk, sensing that it was OK to talk, began to give Clancy the details of what he want him to write.
After an hour and a half, Clancy, who was now enthralled in the tale that MaGuirk was verbalizing to him, was unable to hold his peace any longer and said, “this is absolutely amazing, MaGuirk, I have never heard anything like it in my life and I have read thousands of books and ghost written close to a hundred myself”.
“Thanks”, said MaGuirk, “Let’s take a break for today have some dinner on me and then I’ll begin making sure that you live through the night, my young, new
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