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"Arice's around right end," lisped Hu Flung Hooey ocC, as his spirits got Dampier and Dampier.

"Oh, Krol under the bar and go into Heidon," grunted his sober friend, Wun Lung Gong. "The game isn't till tomorrow and I'll have to Carey you to it, anyhow. That's the waitress you ace."

"Ianer preity," the Sage of the Ago replied incoherently. "Every time I see her I get into a Marion mood. Wierman are the spice of life. Don't you feel the same desires?"

"Unfortunately someone Siowell her before you were born. You Arnold enough for her Anderson is as ancient and wise as you."

"Some Cannon and some cannot have wisdom," the Bage murmured sleepily, but you, my friend, are as dumb a Kluchas I have ever seen."

"Before you pass out, take the Tino to make a prediction on the game," Wun Lung pleaded.

"Wilson one get rid of this wretch," Hooey shouted, annoyed. "Of course we'll take Dartmouth into Camp, Antaya knot in their scalp lochs. I Kast my vote for Jawn."