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DuckBoy Interchapter #11
DuckBoy moans for surcease of sorrow as his life meanders before his eyes like a traffic jam on the Cross Bronx Expressway.
The Shaman of the Seurat Constellation and her beautiful assistant approach. The Shaman intones in her mellifluous voice,"Ah this will take intricate surgeries,cutting and pasting,various filtering devices and the eye of a photographer. Om Honey PadMe Bills, Ramalammadingdong, bang a gong...get it on..."Her assistant stands by looking ready for action,poised and posed.
DuckBoy asks for pain killers, they are administered and he dreamily hums, " and here I am again in this mean old town, and you're so far away from me and where are you when the sun goes down, you're so far away from me...so far away from me, so far I just can't see..."
The surgeries begin...The Shaman and his assistant exchange serious glances and pluck their rubber gloves.
DuckBoy is Oblivious. |
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