Another stumbling effort at entertaining a tiny group of people.
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| Sleepytime Toothgrinder's Carnival of Errors Another stumbling effort at entertaining a tiny group of people. |
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04 March 2002 When Gillespie awoke, Susan was standing over him with a vaguely troubled look on her face, the pet in her arms, and a police officer behind her with a different expression, one that looked more like suspicion than concern. “I’m just sleeping off a hangover,” he said, almost instinctively. “That’s what she said,” grunted the uniformed man, jostling a doughy jaw in Susan’s direction. “Was it?” He blinked a couple of times, trying to make out whether he knew who “she” was, and whether she might have been the one who slipped him the pill which he thought had sent him to a thick, dreamless sleep. “Well, after all, why wouldn’t she?” He drew his tongue across his palate, simultaneously relishing and cringing at the way they stuck together. “Where’s, um, Doctor Toothgrinder?" “Missing,” said the officer ominously. Susan handed Gillespie his pants, which he regarded with mild confusion, and turned her back, coaxing the policeman to do the same. “We think the Error kidnapped him,” she said. “The Human Error.” posted by Bigtooth | 2:30 PM |
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