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Downstream Heather swims ashore and meets an old friend...
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| Marshal Wirthling! Oh, you've got to help me! Milton went insane and tried to take my temperature with his dick! | |
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| Whoa, slow down there little filly. What's all this rectal tomfoolery? | |
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| Oh, it was awful Marshal. I thought something strange was going on when he brought me inside to eat. He had all these candles lit, and he was playing Luther Vandross, and then... *sob!* | |
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| Don't you fret none, Heather. You run on down to Miss Sophie's place an' I'll head back to town and round up the boys. We'll make things right. | |
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| Boys, we're gettin' this posse together 'cause we got ourselves the worst kind of outlaw known to man. A donkey fucker. | |
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| Well I'll be a monkey's uncle, Marshal. I figured after we peeled all the skin off that last feller and tossed him in the barrel of hot sauce we wouldn't see no more of em 'round these parts. | |
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