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Dang revernooer mans!
Ayup.
Ah'm bettin thet dang revnewer man's workin with them dang hippehs.
They're innit wit' the Commies. And the aliens..
Goddang hippeh aleyuns
An' the snow. Why you think them Commies is all up north?
Ain't nuthin rong with livin up North. Thar's sum good folk upinem hills.
Sho'nuff
*BRAAAAAP*
'Scuse me. That hippeh is sittin' uneasy-like.
*BRAAAP*
We needs us sum strippehs!
Ah reckon so, but we gotta make shor they's reel.
Ah kin do sum poledancin' if'n yew want ...
Swings around a porch support. The wooden pillar rips apart with a *CRACK* sound. BMG goes rolling into the yard.
Durn it to Gehenna!
That's raht SeXXy thar, Mammeh.
Whar'd evybuddy go?
Ah wuz thinkin mebbe on gettin uh hippeh hunt started.
Ah tell you whut, zombeh, thet sounds rul gud.
Yew thinkin we awtuh git ol'grue to sniff out sum hippehs fer us?
Hey! Now ah'm thinkin bout it, whar is Ol'Grue? Ah ain't seen him fer uh dogs age.
Ah hope he's all raht. Thet dawg cud smell a hippeh mor'n a mahl awah.
Ah'm wundrin if'n them dang hippehs ain't set uh trap fer Ol'Grue. It'd be jest lahk em, cept o'course Ol'Grue'd tar em up sumthin feerce if'n they tried it.
Them hippehs betteh notta hert Ole Grue. If'n Ah find out they did, Ah'm gunna open up a can'a Whoopass on the lot of 'em.
Slong's it's not a can of PBR Whoopass.
Ah shor do lahk PBR.
reckin.
Waggles arms and legs from prone position in yard
Ain't none a-you porch loafers gonna help a lady up?
Shor thing Mammy.
helps Mammy up
Here ya go, Mammeh. Take the edge off.
*hands Mammeh a PBR*
Ah reckon so.
Ah tell you whut, zombeh.
Ah shor am gettin scairt bout Ol'Grue. He ain't nevuh bin gone this long afore....
Wuzzat?
Huh?
ah'm out in the back forty looking fer ol' Grue!
Ain't enybuddy seen Ol Grue?
Ah herd sum howlin' lest naht. Mebbe Ol' Grue found hisself a ladyfriend?
Ah wish ole Grue wud come back...
Ah this hyars th' best tima th' yar. Git outcher wallets boys, the revinuuer man's back fer ol' uncle Sammy.
BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM!
Yew shoot thet sumb$!#~, CH?