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The rain was misty. There was the stench of crab farts in the air, the other variety. Suddenly an audible yet hushed whisper reached pchilson's ears: "If you spread jam on yourself, they will go away." Skeptical, pchilson went to inquire from trag-o-caster what he should do, but trag said, "You smell like crab farts, the other variety.", and walked away while asking where he can catch a bus to Pangenia.
Reluctantly, pchilson decided to become the county dog catcher, much to the dismay of Fret Wilkes, especially when pchilson caught and locked up his date, but Fret was happy, because he hadnt paid the check yet, even though it wasnt much since they where eating at McDougal's.
Suddenly the whole cart was up-ended when PennyCentury confronted him with a pair of loaded 38's, and a pistol too, she said something too him, but pchilson didnt hear a word as he was caught up in staring and admiring with extreme titillation, the pistol that Penny had.......
Too be continued...............
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