THe stranger finishes an energetic rendition of "Big Ball in Boston", a miusical seine into which he has fortunately drawn a rambling mandolinist and a passing banjoist, and they close the tune with a flourish of wild unfettered bluegrass licks. He calmly puts the dreadnaught down in a safe place and walks over the the cooling INdian, and peels the tentacles back from the shiny cylinders. He walks them back to the jello pit and slops them onto the head of the giant squid and speaks softly but firmly to the Squid in his native language. The squid promises to behave and keep his hands off the motorcycle.

Terrific versification, McG!!

Hey keep, have you got a Fat Bastard back there?


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