Part Fifty Four
Turf Knows Shit
"I smell shit," whined Harry.
"Check your feet," helped Turf who knew
all the tricks when it came to stepping in poop.
"Don't worry, Harry! We'll be famous for saving
the shit farm. Or, we would be, if we didn't have a half-wit
singer!" motivated Rocko.
"Harry kill a rat by pinching! Much better than
Turf's lame lynching. Time to name a new hero, Harry, a name to
fear-o!" proved Buster that he was indeed a half-wit.
"Turf!" screamed Rocko for some exciting
"Oooh. I never whipped it off," perplexed
Harry inappropriately. "Wow, his singing is growing on
me," said Harry, happy to be sung about in song even if it was
a retarded song by a gay singer.
"Too bad your sidekick is retarded, Turf!"
shouted Rocko who thought it was about time to be mean to Corky some
"Oops!" cheated Turf.
"Heroes don't cheat, Turf!" castrated
Rocko. "Villains do."
"Our hero's a dumb dumb," belligerated
"So are you, buster!" retaliated Turf as
he exploded a rat with his sword. "The real Buster!"
"I killed half of it," claimed Buster
"This is what you get for saving the shit
farm," rewarded Rocko with his mean words. "Nice one,
Turf." Rocko shook his head sadly and swung his mace at another
"Sweet!" yelled Rocko as his mace was
about to hit the Giant Rat in the head. But then the Giant Rat moved
and his mace missed and he said, "Damn," instead. "I
had my hand tied behind my back! I coulda been a contender." A
Giant Rat chewed on his ankle.
"Ben is gnawing on you," informed Harry
55. Rocko Thanks Buster
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