Arrr, matey! Gene Hackman’s caller be blubberin’ ‘bout a pair that treated landlubbers like treasure, now gone like a ghost!
2025-03-01
Arrr, matey! Jesse Kesler be a right mess, a-wailin’ like a scallywag after findin’ Gene Hackman and Betsy Arakawa’s cold corpses in their Santa Fe lair! He be ringin' up the landlubber emergency crew, all while bein’ their trusty builder! Aye, what a pickle!
Avast ye hearties! Gather 'round for a tale of great woe and mystery! Jesse Kesler, a fine fella and builder of mud huts, be the one who raised the alarm after discoverin’ the lifeless forms of the illustrious Gene Hackman and his fair lady, Betsy Arakawa. Aye, he be heartbroken, as these two were as kind as a parrot givin’ a compliment!On a fateful day, Kesler stumbled upon the grim sight and hurriedly called the lawmen, screamin’ like a scallywag who spotted a kraken! “Send someone swift!” he cried, for he found not one but two souls departed from this world. Alas, the authorities reckon the pair had been gone longer than a week, but the cause of their untimely demise remains shrouded in mystery, as elusive as a buried treasure.
They say the pair treated all who crossed their paths as precious gems, and Kesler wished for the world to remember them as beautiful hearts. Yet, the plot thickens, for the officials found no signs of a scuffle, and even the canine companion met a suspicious fate. “The cause be yet undetermined!” declared the local sheriff, while Kesler lamented over the sad scene he could scarce describe. Aye, what a tale of sorrow and intrigue upon the high seas of life! Arrr!