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Drool pumped himself dry and sat down on the floor splay-legged, huffing like a great dribbling bellows. I tried to help the lout repack his tackle, but getting him into a codpiece against his firm enthusiasm was like trying to pound a bucket over a bull's head - a scenario I thought comical enough to perhaps work into the act tonight, should things get slow.
— Fool
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by Christopher Moore
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| Submitted by: | nullatrum |
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