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"Hugo?"
"Yeah, Lefty".
"Why the pliers?"
"Why to pull the next episode of this long awaited saga from the jaws of the typewriter hidden underneath the poker table, by the Author".
"Oh!"
Unnoticed by the small crowd around the poker table, the Author was quietly having a snooze as his last chit went into the pot. Two socks carefully trundled slowly underneath the cloth.
A stiletto went through Hugo's heel...impaling the poor benighted being to the carpet ....
The crowd went silent as a shriek bellow was heard.....
The Author awoke at the banshee wail, reached under the table......and ....
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