Part Forty Two
Meet Harry The Magick Guy
As the Fantasyers stood in the shit patch deciding
whether or not to go into the shit hole, A Magick Guy named Harry
came wandering up. "There is one in my pants!" he cackled
(about the Cyclops mentioned in the previous part unless he just
greets everyone that way). A big owl was sitting on his shoulder and
he was wearing a pointy cap.
"Hi Harry," introduced Dade.
"Did you have to walk through the shit, old
man?" preached Rocko.
"The whole field is shit," bemoaned the
Buster decided it was once again time to sing so
that maybe Harry would be impressed. "Drat, drat drat. Another
rat, rat, rat. We killed them dead. Their blood flowed red. They're
dead, dead, dead."
"Hmm, you need practice. And a new sound,"
musick criticked Rocko.
"So, how big is the hole in the sewer?"
asked Buster instead of looking at it himself. Maybe he doesn't know
how to convert Grunionian Metrick.
"It doesn't matter. We're going after the
Cyclops," declared Rocko eyeing Harry's pants.
43. Turf is Stoopid
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