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Originally Posted by pshrynk
Harv tugged futiley at his ankle rope. The sock seemed too overwhelmed to be of any help. He felt sorry for the one with the safety pin and tattoo being flattened, but he was pretty certain that he was going to be feeling sorry for something much more dear to him being flattened if he didn't get out quite soon.
He could hear Vera calling out to him, "Harv! Where the Hell are you?" God, he loved that woman!
"You know, old boy, I can't help but notice that your hands are free! Mightn't you just reach down and pull out that quite long knife that you always carry in your boot? Not to be a noodgw or anything, but that might be faster, don't you know?"
"It won't make any difference," said a heavily German accented voice, "Tell the Mariachi Band to strike up a... mambo!"
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a knife in his boot !! NOW he tells us ! sheesh !! hurry before those dancers get the tempo up !!!