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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Gus got all of those who were allowed to attend and "available" settled in around his big oak table. He even put in an extra leaf to accomodate, so there was enough space to keep from slap fights and infighting of kin. He handed out charmingly and diplomatically, the swami hats each containing an indian feather and a bedazzle kit- stone standard. He didn't have time to personalize a moniker, this would have to do in a pinch. Speaking of pinching weiners, Gus had to go to the bathroom, and was potty dancing and squinching, this whole seance thing and having the floor for everyone's attention was getting him excited. On his way to the bathroom, he noticed Silky had already fashioned his into a pimp hat, cocked to the side as he slapped Penney for good measure to help break the hat in. Penney fashioned hers into a pirate hat and shot Silky a look of smug mutiny. Kenny was too busy dealing Vatican 2 pedopriest some product to personalize his for the moment. Gus pulled the hat from LizPiggo's mouth and made his way, forgetting he locked Nancy and Chuck in there and took a two story wiz out the window. What a story! they were embarking on indeed, was all he could think about, except for the fact that he couldn't use the kitchen sink because he couldn't find his step stool and the arc of his stream no matter how proficient his trajectory would go all over the floor on re entry unless he jumped toward the sink in the final throes. He remembered what happened last time. Wet floors and jumping were a wicked mix. After he heard the voices seemingly coming from somewhere close "out there", he shook the distraction off and resolved to get back in there and get this seance underway. The spirits needed him !...
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