hid the ambushers but our heroes were aware
that all work and no play makes Jack
write 300 pages novels using only one sentence.
Of course, it also makes Jack somewhat cranky.
The autopsy was going off without a hitch,
which was unfortunate because they needed a hitch.
Meanwhile outside, the fog came in early blanketing
the town eerily for the Charyoutree festivities, which
Rhea of the Coos looked forward to celebrating
and she took up with Reverend Lowe, covering
some giant turtle who claimed to hold the
clanging monkey and Incredible Hulk issue #128 in
which our hero beats the crap out of
a supervillain with the power to make things
turn into Skittles. This, of course, left Roland
with a rainbow of fruit flavors in his
six shooters, something rather embarassing when going into
Gilead to impress the young ladies. Of course,
the young ladies of Gilead were well known
to trade their charms for handfulls of Skittles
Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos disguised themselves to gain
access to some of the candy being given
out at the Piers Anthony Fan Club
Bimonscificon. Jake never liked the Incarnations Series, and
since Roland had a toothache from all the
Skittles, and Eddy said the pastels were only
for straight-up fairies, they decided to leave town.
Meanwhile, off in the distance, a dog barked.
"That dog's barking," patiently explained Roland, "was Ka."
"Ka?" asked Eddie.
"Ka...ka," said Roland, slyly.
"KA-BOOM!" The dog exploded from a grenade lobbed
by a Sicilian lobstrocity in a morning suit.
The other lobstrocity families didn't take this well.
The Mothers and Fathers Italian Association invited Roland
over for dinner, cigars, and a quick game
of what they liked to call Cement
Overshoes. They didn't realize that Roland had his
Ka-tet prepared to make offers that nobody would
refuse, and that anybody who got a horse's
innards hung around the living room, should be
given over to the Crimson King for some
spanking and then the oral *&$. Buddy Repperton
was unhappy with the situation, so he pulled
out in his '69 Camaro, burning rubber and
running over something that squealed. "Crap!" exclaimed Eddie.
"Was that Andy?"
"Andy Dufresne?" asked Buddy. "How
about them Redsox! I'm the only fan in
this town with any notion of how awesome
it is to resurrect my own great ideas.
Like a haunted car, but this time the
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