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It was a diabolical plan to bring down the industrialized world. A mad pseudo scientist launched an abstraction that negated all the springiness from the world. The world toppled. All Guitars and the drums stopped playing. The bridges came down. Hammocks fell apart. Mrs Khatri's car ride to the market was a very very bumpy one. They say she got scores of sores. The cities are filled with things that wont flex anymore. His name was Knubal T Gutaew.
"how did you know that i am the daughter of a thousand fiery suns?"
"look at your T shirt"
"oh"
"its getting late..forget the gherkins. We need to start a fyre. And you better be good with that..." "st@p..mmmmgrph..."
"its them ....dont even whisper....they are tracking you down by your voice..one of them even has a conculator"
The Patrol(a.k.a TP) were in charge of search and mollify. They did do a lot more mollifying than searching. And they loved a drink called smuts skinky. It was made of 2 parts distilled apricot 3 parts wandering mans navel musk and a quarter part of banana liqeur. It was a prerequisite to entry to TP. The car had windows in red and maroon and a bumper sticker that said 'stick it'