Tuesday September 18, 2007
Book 9: The Body Politic — Part II: Royal Flush
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Schlock: Hey, Kevyn.
Kevyn: H'lo, Sshergeant.
Schlock: Oooh. You're drunk.
Kevyn: But itssh gone now. All but the ffash. . . The face.
Schlock: Whose face?
Kevyn: Zzzinshubs. Clone fish. All gone. TAXI!
Schlock: Medic!