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BLAM! BLAM!

Did I get em?

Waking up from a deep slumber

Wha goin' on here?

Ayup.

Exhales a gout of flame

That was the gud moonshine.

I have a sack of tay-ters Big Mammy, Put a big-one in the oven fur me.

Ayup.

Pours Aberzombie a tall glass

I gots the shotguns when I was goin' through Vegas a few them back. Good place to buy gunz ands shoot Hippehs.

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We has sumtin like dat. It's called moonshine

Targets Mimes #1-7 with an auto shotgun

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

Goll dang hippeh mimes!!! Now gitz!

I stilz ain't convinenced. Grue, sick da hippeh!

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Well, if it'a a tick bite, I suppose we cants eat ya. But shootin' ya will be hella fun.

Points double-barrel at The Jade

I do louvs skeet shootin'

In pulls a shiney new car

Knebraskee, Coloradee, Utah, Kneevada, Aye's did all points in between.

I even brought grue back and best part of the trip, no dang hippehs.

Good Grue. Ah gots a friend. Next stop, Lincoln, Knebraskee.

Ayes got the geloppy fixed. Fellin' like Jed clampin heading west. Anyways, Iam off fur a long drive. See ya in about two or three days.

I hope Big Mammy Grillz has them viddles cookin when I come back. viddles begin the Elder Ones.

Puts shot gun in the back seat with blankets, lugguage, and three jugs of moonshine

Ey Grue, wanna go fur a ride West?

Dang hippeh repeats.

Kicks the old phonograph machine

Music ain't been the same since Lynnard Skynnard crashed their aeroplane.

Ah fond dis on the side of the road.

Throws dead possum on the floor in front of Aberzombie and Big Mammy Grillz

Rolls unconsciously in the corner of the shack with a bottle of moonshine in one hand and the Good Book in the other

mumbles something incoherently about Cindy Lee and the sins of intercourse

Leave mah bird ahlon! Ahm warnin' you...

Follows Grue down the hillside and out to the creek with shotgun in hand.

Mammy Grillz! Ah wants some viddles ready when Ah come back.

No hippeh can evah gets me.

Loads sawed-off shotgun

Somuone say candeh?

Just got back from da TSA office. Aye get my new badge within a week and gets a new job. Lookin ta have reguhlahr pay again.

Yup Grue. I'm here. I think I needs sum shine or sum chewin' tabaccie.

Ah reckon so.

Anyhow, he says he no hippeh bird and want to guard the shine shack. Ah said it was okays

There war pirates before Louisiana?

Ah suppose ah could check behind the shack for ya.

Don't hurt dah blue bird of happiness. He's donin' sumtin speci-e-al with de shine.

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Who de hell are ya? Are Cajuns hippehs? Ain't ever seen a southern Cajun dis fahr North befare.

Bettah watch who ya callin hippe. I t'ink I needs a little dragun in mah Gumbo.

Where Big Mammeh at? She can feed ya.

Who de hell are ya? Are Cajuns hippehs? Ain't ever seen a southern Cajun dis fahr North befare.

Ah need sum shine.

Ah reckin' he is.

Oooowwww, mah foot...

BLAM!

AHHH-HA! MAH FOOT!

Eeyup.

Who de Hell are yah! The last horse I had made fur sum good viddles.

Butterfrog's croakin' again. Ya hungry?

Dat's a good boy, Grue.

Ahm still a bit nervous. Ah got trainin' classes with a week. Lets say we call an Elder God and celebrate.

Ah pass the interveew this aftanoon. Aye got me job today.

Aye wants sum Mammy.

Heya Zombie.

We gots eny bug spray for that?

There, there Grue. Gotta tummie ache?

I'm tryin' to carve Yog-Sothoth but I hata put that one aside fur a bit until I find da rite key.

Ayup.

Goes back to carving a statuette of the Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young with a pocket knife.

Nah, them hippehs at Jen Con carry no guns. Should be easy pickins'

I'm off to hunt Hippehs at Jen Con 2012. Wish me luck.

Ah Grue, I promise ta bring ya back sumtin.

Shore enuf.

Damn. Texas is sur flat.

Heya Grue. Good doggie-boy. Still waitin' fur mah plate of vittles.