Ya know now that I look back on it I think to myself isnt that what happens in all relationships. Yep I feel pretty good about the whole thing.....
A wisp of her hair caught his cheek as he secretly enjoyed his breakfast. The wonderful bounty of her bosom implied
something, he was not sure what. "Oh God", Tara thought, "I'm very rich and very bored", as she studied her prettified toenails.
"Ricky," she said, morosely, "get me my goddamn shampoo." Ricky jumped up and ran out of the room, cornflakes clinging to
his befuddled lips like his ears clung to his head.
Tara stretched and yawned, the springtime air wafting into the smartly ventilated kitchen, arousing many delights under the noses of her sexy and swarthy male servants. "Ricky is gone now servants" Tara meowed and climbed up onto the table, her endlessly expensive negligee rising up her narrowly short-changed thighs, "It is time, slabs of pleasure." She curled up near the breakfast bowl and played a naughty game with a milky spoon, "Ricardo, Eguardo, come forward, Perverda, up against the wall." The boredom of the previous nights with Ricky scrolled through her head, Ricky humming under the covers, Ricky fumbling through her plastic, Ricky rising without little Ricky, Ricky wrinkling before her eyes and she looked to Ricardo and wrapped her legs with an ecstatic rush of breath. It was time for love, love with servants, love with all abandon, love with incoherent pleas for misplaced pleasure, love with freely jetting fluids, love with bad joints, love with one foot too many, love, love, without breakfast.
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It had been fifty years since he had been in the resistance. But this
was a time of joyous celebration. His fiftieth anniversary, married to his
one and only love. Still, no one knew of the dark secret he had been forced
to keep, fifty years this day.
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Um, OK...
Bartholomew smiled, "Lady Zinnia, it is the truth! Lady Thanninger confided in me just last night. Listen dear, she told me that she was tired of all those pompous, old goats that were all talk and no action.
Lady Zinnia sat up in her bed so she could hear every word. "Tell me more Bartholomew!" Sitting down on the side of the bed, Bartholomew continued, "Well, she said the young, handsome man suited her needs quiet well. Her dashing, young man with his dark, curly hair and hard, bronze body, and his massive, throbbing man-hood left her completely satisfied! She could care less what those stuffy, sexless creatures that pretended to be her devoted friends thought." Lady Zinnia swooned back on her pillows, "Bartholomew, what was your response?" Bartholomew laughed, "I told her after hearing this that I was sorely jealous, and that I only had men like that in my dreams!" Lady Zinnia patted his hand, "Now, now, you would not even look at someone so common."
With a twinkle in his eyes, Bartholomew stated, "I will tell you what Lady Thanninger said on the subject. She said that once you were under the sheets naked, that the word common never entered into your thoughts!"
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It was the winter of 79, and I had taken a night job at the morgue to help send myself through college. It was not a glamorous job, but injoyed it just the same. I was working alone on the night that the monster was brought to my attention. Sitting behind my desk as I always did. I was lost in one of my many books, perhaps it was a mystery maybe even a tale of horror I do not truly recall.
The doors opened abruptly, sending a chill of winter air into the room. It was a paramedic, he was pushing in a gurney with a clipboard set on top of the covered man. The man smiled as he looked at me "This one took a leap out of a seventh story window, must not like holidays." It was a poor chose for a joke, but I guess when you see death as much as him it was one of the ways of coping with the stress.
"Does he have a name?" I asked as I got up from my chair and walked to him.
"No couldn't find a wallet or any form of I.D. but we do have a backpack full of stuff for you to go through." he handed me the pack and I set it down next to the gurney. Then he handed me the clipboard. "Just sign hear and he is all yours." I signed the paper and handed it back to him.
He helped me transfer the man to an emty bed, and then he was gone I suppose that I should have said more to the man, but I was still fairly new to the job and the sight of death still stunned me.
Now I have said that I worked in the morgue but I was not the coroner or anything like that. Infact I knew very little about the homan body. It was my job to clean the bodys that came in at night so that the coroners could go strait to work in the morning. The first step in this was to cut of all of the blood soked clothes and place them in plastic bags marked with the man's name and the date he was brought in. Then came the appalling task of cleaning the man. I hated this part of the job, I thought for a second about putting this off and going back to my book. I dismissed this thought almost as fast as it had intered my mind. Not because it was necessarily a bad idea, but for all you that had tried to clean dry blood away from a wound you know that it is not an easy task.
The man was a mess of blood and gashes, I thought to myself that some of the wounds looke stange for a man that jumped from a window. But as I said I knew very little about the human body. The man's head was crushed I could hardly even make out what use to be the man's face. Fragments of the man's brain were seeping out onto the cold steel table. His chest was ripped open and his heart was missing. These were the most noticeable injuries, although almost all his bones seemed to be broke. There didn't seem to be one uninjured spot on the man's body. And the blood, how it covered him, I feared that I would never finish the job of cleaning him. And in the end it took me over two hours to do the job.
I had seen broads like Gia Gondola before - Miami's full of 'em. But
when a broad constructed of nothing but legs, attitude and a wide-brimmed
hat stalks into your office unannounced and drops a baby alligator on
your desk, you sit up and take notice.You also take out your trusty water pistol from your desk drawer and aim it right between the wide, dark, liquid eyes of the leggy broad. Or at least I did, cause you can't be too careful. Who knew what other reptilian secrets she hid, maybe under that hat, that suspiciously wide hat which shaded her face in such an attractive manner I could almost ignore the bristling eyebrows drawing low over those aforementioned fawnlike pools of molten onyx which she used for eyes. She curled her lip at me and lowered her lids, narrowing those eys, and I realized only then that my water gun had wavered, and she would surely take advantage of that and my confusion to do something unspeakable. She reached out and scratched the alligator's head as she purred at me in a voice like a rattlesnake sliding through yards of wet silk, "I want you to find its mama...it's worth a lot of greenbacks to me..." And I could only wonder, staring up into her face, if she meant the money I was used to, or the turtles my last Friend of Amphibians had paid me in.
"It's yours honey", she said, each word dripping out of her mouth.
Silently, I ran one hand down the scaly back of the alligator. Why would this woman bring me such a creature? Right about then, she gave me a look. That look told me that it would be better if I didn't ask.
"You find my husband, Johnny "Bad Seed" Apple and you can have Veronica."
If Veronica was the snapping creature sprawled across my desk, I didn't want her. Now, on the other hand, if Veronica was Gia's sister, maybe I would sit up and take notice.
"Baby, how does that sound? Want this nice man to find daddy for us?"
I was right. Veronica was the baby alligator.
"It does say outside that payment is negotiable", her voice caressing me like a velvet sky. She leaned closer to my desk and I thought she was going to kiss me. Instead, she ran one finger down Veronica's back and rose gracefully from her chair. As she sauntered out of the office, I heard six chairs hit the ground and twelve pairs of feet slam. Every pair of eyes in the place was watching Gia as she turned one last time and whispered my last instructions.
"Please find him. I am counting on you."
I knew right then and there, I would have to not only find "Bad Seed" but that I now had a pet alligator.
Two weeks later, I had found Johnny. I also had a new pair of alligator shoes and a belt. As for Gia Gondola, I never saw her again. When I found Johnny, we spoke on the phone. I knew in my heart that boat had sailed forever.
Her crying must have awoken him. She quickly stripped off her silk gown and stepped into the cold shower. She shuddered as the Duke grunted his usual greeting: "Breakfast! Now!" Monique turned off the rancid, cold water, and headed toward the dark, dreary bedroom. She dressed quickly and began to prepare for the Duke's day. He watched her, drooling, as she made his breakfast and groped her every time she walked by. She feared the day she would have a barbarian of his evolving within her body. John had always wanted to have a boy to call Peter and a girl to call Julia. The dreams they had together, the plans, will never be forgotten. After she watched him inhale his food, Monique was sent down to do his laundry. As she passed through the mail room she was suddenly startled by a tall man in a long, dark coat. He handed her a dirty, yellowed envelope and rushed out the door. Still recovering from the shock, she didn't bother to chase him, or call him back. Her tiny, shaking fing! ers tore open the envelope with the word, "Lady" on the front. Inside was a withered piece of torn paper with only a few words. It was dated July 17.......ten years ago. Monique kept track of every day she had been with the Duke. It was twelve years now. For she just passed her twenty-eighth birthday. The letter read:
Dear Lady,
I have been asked to deliver you the latest news in your absence. The town is currently planning many funerals. There has
been a war here, and many of our men so graciously sacrificed their lives. Your father was not one. He died in prison this last
month. But your dear John led our troops victoriously through this war. As he lay dying, he begged me to deliver you this letter.
Hopefully I have fulfilled my duty, for you are now reading this. John wanted you to know that you are in his heart forever. You
will be together soon.
Sincerely Yours,
A friend
As the tears rolled down Monique's cheek, she felt a smile form on her face. They would be together soon. Without a moments stalling she ran into the courtyard and searched for the largest rock in the garden. She ran twice as fast to the barn and lugged back the heaviest sturdiest rope.. As she tied these two together and then to her own tiny legs, she never lost her smile. Wading into the lake she thought to herself, 'Yes, we will be together soon.'
Dramitis Personae:
Tiffani - A trailer-park girl
Billy-Bob - A trailer park/doughnut shop/tanning salon owner with an as-yet undefined relationship to Tif (brother? husband? both?)
gRTz149f - An alien spaceship pilot
Enos - cousin to Tiffani (and possibly BB)
@@[ctrl+alt+del]@@ - General-Priest of the Mfwrtzian Technocracy
Spunky - a dog
Clovis/sIU795pp/iXiX56~ - The Chorus, consisting of an altered Earthling dullard, a plucky young ship-repair tech, and a Mfwrtz graduate with the soul of a painter
The Story So Far: Act I -- Wherein We Meet Everyman, a Trailer, and a Cheeze-Wiz Comestable
Fired from her job at Piggly Wiggly (for tokin' in the meat department), Tiffani danced a slow dance of sorrow to Puff-Daddy. Billi-Bob called for her assistance in the kitchen.
Act II -- Wherein Lies a Taste of Local Color and Unexpected Guests
Tif, still dancing, thinks of Clovis, simple pleasures of watching Moths zap to their dooms in neon signs and another plea for assistance in the kitchen. BB comes out in frustration just as very bright lights (brighter than cousin Enos' double-wide) flood the doughnut stop. Little Green-Grey Men enter bearing rather phallic-shaped grease-oozing implements, causing BB to suddenly fear for a part of his body which is a (loose) homonym of Tiffani's cousin's name.
Act III -- Wherein We Are Privileged With The Guest's Thoughts
Here the guest is reavealed to be a rather nice and startlingly competent -- if green (ahem!) and inexperienced -- alien named gRTz149f. He wishes to assist the owners of the seemingly-grounded spacecraft (the trailer park doughnut shot and tanning salon) in getting their vehicle spaceworthy. The implements are revealed to be tools to Get the Job Done (no, not that job). He greets Tiffani and BB while his crew gets to work, but they are unsure of how to respond. Unbeknownst to anyone (including our readers at that point) there was a third member of the repair crew...
gRTz149f: [blinking] E---zffzzfszzsfzooo----EEEEEEE
BB: Get behind me, sugar pie, I think he's trying to hypnotize us.
TIF: Hip-mer-tize us? BB, don't they just use them oily ray guns?
BB: Say, yeah! [beat] Well, Ah don't wanna make this any more painful or violent than Ah know it's gonna be. [turns his back to gRTz149f, bends over, and drops his jeans, exposing his flabby, and rather downy, rear end]
gRTz149f: [stops blinking]
CHORUS: [draws away from the action, move to Center]
sIU795pp: Aliens from Mfwrtz have passed
iXiX56~ : By fair Earth and its rock, sea and grass.
sIU795pp: The populace are kind
iXiX56~ : If a tad "behind"
Clovis : And hasty in presenting their ass!
CHORUS: [Moves back to their places]
gRTz149f: [fiddles with a dial on his wrist-com] ZZEEEEE---oooppaaaahhhmonosambagangagrangagreetangagreetinggreetinggreetingnnngggggggggggGGGGGrrrrrreetings, Puddle-Dwellers. I am *BOB* [here instead of gRTz149f's usual helium-sounding voice, the word *BOB* appears to have been spoken by a voice soundling more like a robotic, buzzing James Earl Jones with gas] from the *FLORIDA* providence of the *PAKISTANI* sub-prelate. I have been monitoring your radio communication *VAGINA* in this time, and I believe I have sufficiently gleaned enough of your vulgar tongue to *EGEST* effectively with you at this time.
BB: [still showing his ass]
gRTz149f: [waves his hand] I thank you for such a *PLACENTAL* greeting, but surely your lipo-gizzards are getting chilly with such prolonged exposure. The climate is much more balmy here than on *BELGIUM*, the place of origin of this particular intergalactic standard *BEATING* where you could freeze your sacs off in no time. Which is why of course such a *BITCH-SLAPPING* is considered so high an honorary salutation. [chuckles] Of course I notice the prodigious amount of *HONEY* on your sacs...[leans in conspiratorily] which is why you can keep it up, eh? Umm, if you're interested I could probably provide an *EPILADY* to help you remove the *HONEY*.
TIF: Clovis?
CLOVIS: Yeah, Tif?
TIF: What the hell is he talking about?
CLOVIS: Don't worry. Be glad gRTz149f is misunderstanding it.
TIF: What did you just say?
CLOVIS: Oh...ummmm...Bob.
TIF: [Pauses a long moment as if remembering something unusual] Clovis?
CLOVIS: Yeah, Tif?
TIF: You never used ta be able to use words longer than "ox" before. Umm, actually, you never used ta talk at all. Just sorta grunt and whine.
CLOVIS: Well, the, uh, Pakistanis, y'see, they fixed my brain.
TIF: They what?
CLOVIS: My brain wasn't, uh, wired and tubed properly, and they fixed it.
TIF: [comprehension dawning] Oh! Oh, you mean like when Enos fixes his carborator?!
CLOVIS: [Pauses a long moment as if debating something] Yeah, Tif. Just like that.
TIF: Wow. Pakistanis, huh? Ah thought they just lived in igloos and hunted for whale blubber.
The author comments, "How far could I possibly take this? Mwahahahahahaha! Only the *PAKISTANIS* know for sure..."
The first meeting was at a local bar while her husband was at work (he always worked 5p.m.to 3a.m.), They talked about work just to break the silence, as the conversation continued they spoke about whether their little friendship (so they called it) was a good idea. Brad ensured Angel that there was no problem,he always had a way of making everything bad sound so good. They continued the night and decided it was time to leave when the clock hit 2:15, and seeing as how they both had quit a bit to drink. As Brad helped Angel out of her seat she slowly started to stumble, but Brad quickly came to the rescue and broke her fall, she looked into his glowing green eyes and slowly and seductively said " Thank you."
They made their way out to the car and Brad slowly got closer to Angel's trembling lips and gave her the kiss that would steal her heart and maybe her soul. The time was now 2:35 as Brad invited Angel to his house,and without one regret she took him up on his offer. They got to Brad's house lavished with silk sheets, wine, candle light, and the sultry sounds of Barry White. It was almost as if he had this all planned out. There wasn't much talking done before the two of them started to undress each other and made passionate love.
Angel didn't make it home until 1:00 the next day, because Brad insisted she stay and let him make her breakfast, and of course she did. As she finally left all of those feelings of joy,and peace were gone, now all she could think of was what in the hell was she going to tell her husband. She started to cry now thinking of all the things she should have thought of before this whole crime of hearts began. As she entered in her house she felt like she was dying, as she saw her husband and the words of her poor excuse started to roll off of her lips "Honey you will never believe what happ....." she was cut off.
"Save it Angel I already know where you were, Brad come on out." Angel almost fainted "Oh my God." Brad slyly said " You didn't really think I loved you after one day did you." Angel's husband said " Don't be broken-hearted honey, you win some, you lose some." Angel turned and walked out it was all a conspiracy, a short-lived affair that wasn't worth the price she would surely pay.
She had told her auntie Mabel, only days earlier, when and if she married- she would either do it so fast she could not back out, or be so drunk she wouldn't know what she was doing. Well, at least (even drunk) she knew money and prestige when she saw it. She may suffer emotionally and/or physically at the hands of this strange new husband, but would never be worried about finances again.
Ah Yes, even in the midst of a drunken stupor her silver spoon continued to have a steadfast hold in her rosebud mouth. Who should she be to complain or look a gift horse in the mouth? Only problem was- that's exactly what he reminded her of- A HORSE, that is A HORSE'S ASS! He sure looked 'nerdy' to have the title of Duke. In bed together? Heaven forbid! They'd be seen together in public for prosperity's sake, but he would just have to accept the fact that she wanted no part of sleeping with him! At least, NOT WHILE SOBER! However, not knowing what took place during her drunken honeymoon state, the damage could already have been done. The very thought of a 'like' nerdy little Duke, in miniature, growing inside her made her usual hang-over much harder to bare. Perish the thought! She was a proper lady no more- in her own eyes! Mummy would undoubtedly become quite faint if she knew the latest escapades of her 'littlest princess' now!
Emperor Zog grimaced as another cold draft ruffled the wyrnyr-fur trimming
of his crimsom cape - a regal relic handed down through generations of
emperors. Looming over the council chamber, he perched upon a silver throne,
constructed of the swords gleaned from a long line of opponents not as
quick or ruthless as he, and glowered at the upstart cleric who dared
interrupt his train of thought.The cleric, named Jonas, kneeled before Emperor Zog, while peering attentively, hoping the emperor was not in a foul mood. Emperor Zog nodded at the cleric as if to ask what the problem was. Jonas informed Emperor Zog of a terrible atrocity which occurred out in the Plain Fields this very afternoon and asked for an emergency session. Emperor Zog squinted his eyes and told Jonas to proceed. Abruptly, the cleric rose and proceeded to call the case.
"Hear ye, Hear ye!" the cleric shouted, "an item of consultation by our great Emperor Zog this afternoon, is the case between the Wench of Big Tatas versus Salesman Shite. Will you two please come forward."
A heavy woman in her mid 20s waddled on over to her podium, as a skinny man with gigantic, bulging eyes and a crown of fiery red hair, followed suit. Emperor Zog didn't read the disposition, as usual, and gently whispered to proceed.
"Proceed, Miss Tatas" Jonas roared.
"Thank you, your excellency."she began. "Well, your excellency, the case is very simple. My virtue has been stolen, to put it honestly." A slight murmur swept across the mass of people who were gathered behind.
"And I take it Mr. Shite stole it, huh?" the Emperor asked.
"Why, yes, your excellency, he did! It happened just a few moments ago. I was tending my sheep as I do every afternoon. You see, my parents are old and feeble and as their only child I tend the farm during the day."
"And what do you do at night?"the Emperor asked quickly.
"I take care of my old and feeble parents." Miss Tatas replied. "May I continue?"
"Proceed"
"Thank you. Well, as I was tending the sheep a man passed by. That man,your excellency!"She pointed a fat finger in the direction of our salesman. "That man right there! He approached me, your excellency,and professed some sort of love for me, calling me a "vision" a "lovely creature" and what have you.
"Yes" the Emperor said.
"Well, your excellency, I was shocked at these words, especially from a stranger. As we began speaking, that man and I...well, it became evident that he was becoming aroused."
"How did you know that?" Emperor Zog roared.
"Well, your excellency, he may look small, but he's packing quite a package for a little man." the crowd roared with laughter as our salesman looked down and blushed crimson.
"Silence!" Emperor Zog screamed as a hush came over the crowd. "Continue."
"Thank you, your excellency. As I noticed that he was aroused, I became uncomfortable. Mr. Shite showed me the purple purse he was carrying. It is full of gold pieces from the commerce he transacted in this very town. He shows me these gold pieces to persuade me to have relations with him." an obvious gasp was heard from the crowd, as our salesman continued facing downwards. "I told him that I was not a harlot, but a sensible woman. Your excellency, he just wouldn't take no for an answer and kept professing his "love" for me." Miss Tatas paused. "Then...your excellency...then it happened!"
"What happened?" Emperor Zog asked.
"He took my virtue, he took advantage of me, your excellency!" she cried, as she broke into a dry sob.
"Well,well..."Emperor Zog said as he leaned back into his throne. "What a shame, Miss Tatas. Let me ask you one question."
"Yes?" Miss Tatas replied, sniffling a dry nose.
"What do you believe his punishment should be?" Emperor Zog asked in his regal tone.
"I believe I deserve that purse! He took my virtue, your excellency, and that money should be fair compensation. I have a poor family, sir." Miss Tatas proclaimed.
"I see. Well, young man, I see you got yourself in a bind, huh?" Emperor Zog said, turning to face the salesman. "What have you got to say for yourself?"
"Well,your excellency." Mr.Shite began. "Some of what Miss Tatas says is true,except for a few things, if I may relate to you."
"You may" Emperor Zog answered.
"It is true I met her as she was tending sheep" the salesman began, "but she was the one who approached me. I didn't pay much attention to her, but she kept conversing with me, asking who I was, why I was in town and the like. As our conversation grew she asked what was in my purple purse, which I carry for my business transactions. I allowed her to look inside and she suddenly got even friendlier than before. And before I knew what was happening, she was all over me, kissing me, feeling me, touching me, sucking me.."
"We got the picture!"Emperor Zog interrupted.
"Well,your excellency, we did have relations, but due to her prodding,not mine. And that's the truth." the salesman paused as the Emperor held up his hand and motioned for the cleric to come closer.
Jonas hurried to the Emperor's side and leaned forward. "Let's hurry this thing up,my boy. I am gonna make a decision." Emperor Zog whispered.
"As you wish,your excellency" Jonas replied. Gathering everyone's attention, Jonas said, " Hear ye, Hear ye, the great Emperor Zog has come to a decision."
Emperor Zog rose up and slowly petting the fur-trimming of his cape, he walked down majestically towards the salesman. Calmly, Emperor Zog picked up the purple purse heavy with gold coins and handed the purse to Miss Tatas. A huge smile swept across her face as she opened the purse and glared at the coins. The salesman was dumbfounded, as his jaw fell to the floor. The Emperor looked back at the salesman and gave a quick wink. The salesman frowned for he didn't understand what the Emperor was doing. The Emperor then walked to the foot of the majestic steps and turned to face all and he spoke.
"Listen all, I have awarded the Wench of Tatas this purple purse of gold, becuase I believe she is the victim here. Therefore, the Shite salesman must pay the fees for his overflowing passions. So it has been said, so it is done, for I said it!"
Emperor Zog struck a majestic pose as the crowd shouted and applauded the judgement. The Wench of Tatas began laughing and smiling a large toothy smile, while holding the purple purse up for all to see. The salesman appeared to be on the verge of crying. The Emperor then walked up the stairs and as he sat down on his majestic throne, announced to the crowd that the case was now "Dismissed!"
As the young lady looked up to Emperor Zog with a gracious look, she clutched the purse towards her person. As she turned to walk away, the Emperor motioned to one guard standing next to him. The guard promptly walked up to the Emperor. The Emperor looked at the muscular guard and spoke: "Go get that purse from Miss Tatas and bring it here, I want to have a look inside."
"Yes, your excellency" the guard replied, excitedly.
Miss Tatas was already heading for the door well in view of the Emperor. The guard rushed towards Miss Tatas and promptly asked for the purple purse.
"Why?" she asked, "Emperor Zog declared that the purse belonged to me."
"Well, hand it over to me." the guard commanded.
"I will not!" she screamed, clutching the purple purse.
"Yes you will!" the guard screamed as he grabbed a hold of the purse. But Miss Tatas had a firm hold also on the purple purse and was holding on as if her life depended on it. The guard pulled, tugged, and even jerked at the purse, but Miss Tatas still held her position, never loosening her grip. Emperor Zog was watching this commotion from his throne with a slight smile on his face. As the guard and Miss Tatas struggled for the purse, Miss Tatas kept screaming "It's mine! It's mine!! It's mine!!!"
Slowly, Emperor Zog rose once again. "Stop!" he roared. The struggle between the muscle-bound guard and Miss Tatas was put to an end.
"Come over here." Emperor Zog commanded. "Now, Miss Tatas. I want you to give that purple purse back to Mr. Shite."
"What?" she screamed,unable to believe what she was hearing. "But you just said it belonged to me."
"Give it back!" Emperor Zog roared.
Reluctantly, Miss Tatas gave up the purse to the guard who walked over to Mr. Shite and handed him the purple purse. Gleaming, Mr. Shite looked into his purse and a look of joy swept across his face. Contrastly, Miss Tatas looked at Mr. Shite then shot a look at the Emperor.
"But why?" she asked.
"Miss Tatas, I must explain myself and I will." Emperor Zog began "The situation is very simple. You were lying, and I know you lied. For if your story was true, your virtue would be intact. Because, if you held your virtue as tightly and as highly as you held that purple purse to your breast, we wouldn't have had this whole charade. Now, the case is dismissed."
Emperor Zog sat down upon his throne and majestically smiled,glancing at Jonas and Mr. Shite. The smile resonated throughout the whole room; the smile relayed the greatness of our hero, Emperor Zog.
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