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When the Chinese lady was finished weighing Gus, he picked up his backpack and followed her to the back alley. "Restaurant is full of stupid Americans", she taunted, and sat him at a makeshift table of crates. A homeless person was close-by and upon seeing the Chinese lady, ran out into the street, like Carl Lewis, (if Carl Lewis was scared out of his mind), causing a pile up of cars locking brakes and bumpers in order to avoid him. Gus told the lady he had to use the rest room, "I need to use the rest room", he told her, as promised, in an erroneous sign language and pig latin amalgamation of ignorance. She called him a stupid American g.i. and motioned to the dark part of the alley. Gus could smell the backpack, and saw no hoses in the alley and decided to change the order "to go". The lady said, "five dollars extra for boxes" and seemed to almost float back into the restaurant, like some sort of racist wraith. A minute and a half later, she returned with the food and a contract that Gus had to sign, stating that he was not allowed to eat at any other restaurant but this one, with-holding the food until he did so. When that was done, she told him to "come back tomorrow for breakfast, knock on alley back door, you wait", she instructed, when she was satisfied that he would, she handed him the food, took his money and went through the back door, five minutes later she came back through without giving him change and shewed him off, "come back for breakfast and maybe I give you extra fortune cookies", she winked, "tik tok", the chinese operative-slash madame waved him away, snickering and the 'keep out g.i. joe' signed door closed behind her. Gus had the presence of mind on his walk home to not put the food in the backpack. He took the way home that contained a strawberry field and alot of loud yelling voices that he couldn't quite triangulate. Perhaps the spirits again, or the anchorlady using journalist telepathy to get his attention and affections, like when she is reporting the nightly news. As Gus trampled through the Strawberries he began to think of his seance plan. "I can't invite Chuck Shroomer or Nancy Mamosi, if there is a conspiracy afoot, I cannot trust them. I will invite Vatican 2 pedopriest, Penney, Kenny the drug dealer, LizPiggo, Silky the 44th street pimp, and the others, "but I will need swami hats for all of us", he reasoned, soundly...

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When the Chinese lady was finished weighing Gus, he picked up his backpack and followed her to the back alley. "Restaurant is full of stupid Americans", she taunted, and sat him at a makeshift table of crates. A homeless person was close-by and upon seeing the Chinese lady, ran out into the street, like Carl Lewis, (if Carl Lewis was scared out of his mind), causing a pile up of cars locking brakes and bumpers in order to avoid him. Gus told the lady he had to use the rest room, "I need to use the rest room", he told her, as promised, in an erroneous sign language and pig latin amalgamation of ignorance. She called him a stupid American g.i. and motioned to the dark part of the alley. Gus could smell the backpack, and saw no hoses in the alley and decided to change the order "to go". The lady said, "five dollars extra for boxes" and seemed to almost float back into the restaurant, like some sort of racist wraith. A minute and a half later, she returned with the food and a contract that Gus had to sign, stating that he was not allowed to eat at any other restaurant but this one, with-holding the food until he did so. When that was done, she told him to "come back tomorrow for breakfast, knock on alley back door, you wait", she instructed, when she was satisfied that he would, she handed him the food, took his money and went through the back door, five minutes later she came back through without giving him change and shewed him off, "come back for breakfast and maybe I give you extra fortune cookies", she winked, "tik tok", the chinese operative-slash madame waved him away, snickering and the 'keep out g.i. joe' signed door closed behind her. Gus had the presence of mind on his walk home to not put the food in the backpack. He took the way home that contained a strawberry field and alot of loud yelling voices that he couldn't quite triangulate. Perhaps the spirits again, or the anchorlady using journalist telepathy to get his attention and affections, like when she is reporting the nightly news. As Gus trampled through the Strawberries he began to think of his seance plan. "I can't invite Chuck Shroomer or Nancy Mamosi, if there is a conspiracy afoot, I cannot trust them. I will invite Vatican 2 pedopriest, Penney, Kenny the drug dealer, LizPiggo, Silky the 44th street pimp, and the others, "but I will need swami hats for all of us", he reasoned, soundly...