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Iggy: "i'll Grab A Zebra; Gaz, You Fill All The Bubbles With Your Trademark Scent. So People Are Choking And Gagging; And Let's Throw Beef Jerky In Their Eyes! Now, That's A Plan!

Jackpot, Max! Jackpot!" It Was Fang And He Was Giggling Hysterically. For Those Of You Just Joining Us, Fang Doesn't Giggle, Esspecially Hysterically.

The House Was On Fire," I Greeted Them Tersely. "in Case You're Interested." They Both Glanced Up Overhead As If To Make Sure The House Was Still Standing. Fang Sniffed, Smelling The Smoke. It's Out, Right?" He Said

That'd Be Just What I Need: A Rash Of Car Thefts Across America, Committed By Dedicated Readers.

Yes, I Sounded Like A Pathetic Weenie. I Prefer To Think Of It As Showing My Softer Side.