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Wench surreptitioulsly slipped her right hand into her jacket pocket,
searching for a dental dam.
Pirate never missed a flinch.
He said to her:
"Can't it wait, my fulsome filly?,
Action and Adventure are coming in for a landing, at our feet, as we speak."
Wench wedged the dam into place just in time.
The rest of the tribe ate #3's dust, as he skidded the vehicle sideways for effective
affect.
Desiree questioned his maneuverings.
"I thought it best to create a smokescreen darlin" he humbly gave her puppy dog eyes.
Silenus' advanced taste buds were categorizing the dust particles.
"Ah..a heady dose of coriander with undertones of cinnamon."
TACO's breast stroke flailings, eventually provided him a space to breathe.
Rhodes emerged from the vehicle first.
He'd attached a dun coloured hanky to the manual he held overhead,
hoping it would trigger a surrender friendly incoming response.
Jim Corporeal began to tremble.
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