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| His accent was a heavy German, a long, white blood-stained coat he wore; he had the nose of Ethel Merman, his rubber gloves were soaked with gore. | |
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| My billfold held my papers which I then procured with dexterous hand. "They're not in order," he said, as an itch he scratched at, near his thyroid gland. | |
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| "They are in order!" "No, they're not," he cried, as his chainsaw he whipped out. But to ripcord-yanking ere he got, I blew away his Merman snout. | |
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| I holstered my gun as he fell to the floor. I took his chainsaw and vehemently slashed the sides of beef, from which did pour the k's of hash so cleverly stashed. ...Thank you. | |
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