Re: The beginning of BWIII!
El Phil ponders. It's quiet, almost too quiet. Time for action! He opens the cage containing the mongeese and lets it run free, as nature never intended
"Fly my pretty! Or run along and do that thing were you stand on your rear legs staring into space. Or both"
The mongeese tries to do both and fails miserably
"Damn. Barman, triple tequila and a pint! And keep them coming."
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