, pulled his piece
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, pulled his piece
of bacon from
under his taint,
and threw it
at the detective.
"Tainted bacon!" screamed
Sipowicz as he
ducked away from
the porcine missile.
"Now I've seen
everything," commented Old
Odo, "and I'll
go ahead and
point out that
I've never been
out of Hobbiton
before last Tuesday."
Nonetheless, I think
in light of
recent events, I
should be excused
from ever returning
to Middle Earth
, seeing how I
fit in here.
"No quotation marks?"
screeched the editor,
who had finally
made her way
into the narrative.
Sipowicz, agog with
the prospect of
being edited, swiftly
threw his arms
wide open and
disappeared in a
blaze of glory.
"That's a start,
but it's just
one guy, and
there's hundreds still
hanging around here,"
observed the murderous
Prince of Darkness
, plucking Sipowicz bits
from his beard.
"Who's next?!" he
said, grinning evilly,
as the crowd
started to shuffle