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John appeared in a rusty cloud with a crumpled up paper bag in his mouth and made squeaking noises through his nose and stared at Tom for an entirely too long period of time.
 
Then, seemingly out of nowhere, the sound of passed gas, mimicking the creak of an oak wood floor rose from the silence which prefaced, yet again, that smell of burnt sulfer in the morning.




(Well, SOMEBODY had to make a fart joke)
 
And as Tom laughed, he realized that something, not someone, was also in the room, invisibly laughing with him, and then the hairs on the back of his neck began to stir...
 
It was the soiled feeling of dissatisfaction because the boxers were a gift from Blaine, who was angrily staring at him from the other room, holding his 6 two-guns, directly aimed at him.
 
Blaine glared at the new recruit and wondered what the hell he was going to do with Tom now that his dimensional weaknesses had been exposed.
 
John quickly appeared to drag Tom's wounded body off to his pathomaniacal lair.
 
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But not before a brief struggle which led a near naked Tom to cry loudly for help "Get your hands off me, you damned dirty ape!"
 
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