Well the surfing did not in any way inspire me to pee myself, so it is just as well your perfervid imagination, into which I shall not further enquire, was duly bridled in this case.

And to be completely, excessively frank, even the vision of a rabid Beaver ploting ultimate revenge on my naked soul does not perturb my bladder, or my urinary sphincter, in the least.

Now, Rapaire, with his mega-arsenal and his dedication to the fine art of human slaughter disguised as mild-mannered bibliophilia---that scares me some. But I won't let it lead me to peeing until I am among his treasured stacks.


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