Foxey~ Your post makes it clear that you have no illusions about the Druss.
I have a heavy heart as I tell you this story that involves hin (this was around 1973):
I headed my taxi home about 4 in the morning, just like thousands of nights before--but something was different. Police cars and fire trucks blocked my way./
Parking my bab, I walked toward my home--working my way through throngs of peoiple as a growing anxiety palpated mynchest and quickened my labored breatyhing...
GOD NO! It was my house. Flames shot hi8gh into the sky and the firemen were sending long tongues of water to lick against the firey tongues of flame.
"I'm sorry,m sir: you can't go further; this is a restricted area; p-leaSE GET BACK BEHIND THE LINE."
With a roar I swung a left hook to his ear which levelled him to the grass; then I followed with a right cross over, and we were both down. I forgewd pasr him through the hideous flames: I crashed my way through doors and falling timbers: "Cathy, CaTHY, cATHY!!". i SCREAMED HER NAME OVER AND OVER AGAIN. Then suddenly, there shew was before me, lying twisted in a heap...her face froxzen in a deathn mask of agonizing hatred. She had tried to write only on word befrore her last shuddering paroxym tooki her aswqay from me... DDRRUUSS...
Beside her was a garish card with snakes in each corner, and a very unp0leasant gothic script. Each snake had a $100 dollar American bill curling oiut of its mouth...and it the moiddle that terrifying compilation, DRUSS.
I lookewd closely at Cathy. A gigging hookmwas sunk deep in her ribs, and those hideous words were sunk deep into her forehead where the dried blood had flowed in rivulets down her fasce...still not totally congealed. At one point her little teeth clacked and clattered before a final paroxym produced her lAST OVERBITE. That was the dai I lost my darling Catrhy. THE GREATEST LITTLE HAMSTER EVER...
The smell of Whiskey hung in the air. My friend, Druss, slept in thre adjopining bedroom...and (of course) had heard nothing. It wasa asimple case of bad luck: six months earlier, when Druss had come for sa vissit, Cathy's brother Hammy had had an unfortunate aCCCIDENT...FALLING OFF THE TOILET and losing all his yteeth (flushed down on a vomitting bowel movement I presume). That was a lot of gold that I had paid for. Hammty also got a large cut on his eye. DRuss was also very upset at that incidence and bought me breakfasty the nest mo0rning in recognitiom of my loss.
Don't you Southern flakes try to out drink thiS old Canafdian hay pitcher... Thabnk God thAT duss WASA ALWAYS MY FREND!!
BOTH MY HAMPSTERS ARE DED.
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