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The Food For the Party

THE BUTCHER SENT THE PORK. SHE TOLD THEM, I DON'T KNOW WHY THAT DAMN FOOL, ORDERED THOSE PIGFACES. 12 PIGFACES, THAT'S ENOUGH FOR A PARTY. IF HE THINK'S I'M GONNA COOK THEM, HE GOT ANOTHER THING COMING! HE BETTA GET THAT CHICK DOWN AT FREAKY SWIGGLE TO COOK'EM, I HEARD HE AND THOSE HUSSIES WHERE DOWN AT THE GOOPY-GLOOP GRINDING ALL OVER THOSE WHORES, HE BETTER GET THAT OLE, GAL OF FEDDIE TO COOK'EM, CAUSE I AINT! GOT NOUGH BEER TOO! DAY GONE PARTY WITH THEM HO'S! BETCHA ONE OF THEM GOT GHONNOREA OR SUMTHANG, WHY WOULD THEY BE PARTING WITH THEM PEOPLE, I DON'T KNOW! LORRD CALL THAT DAMN FOOL AND TELL HIM, HIS EVIL FOOD IS HERE !

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Book: Shattered Sighs