Green Fairy

“How much.”

Boy.

Sounds like something I’d send to myself, or my accountant would send to me.

“Now, you are headed for the drink.”

“You sound like my doctor, and my caddy.”

Wait!

“Bob. Drop.”

“Do I look it.”

“A stroke.”

No.

“Scouts are for balls.”

I’ll sell the cub, and the boy.

“You two! Up there, the anti-armor will be placed near once your up with that .30 cal! Not an inch.

“This is what civil engineering is for, if they’ll make landfall it will be here

James.

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