...if there is such a thing. Chang Poon and the Youth welded, a little teenager had done some painting, a little man joined the little woman in painting the shutter, badly. Not exactly 'five to six' people at the paint brush, but at least some. What a pig's ear these idiots have made of the gypsum walls. Neither hide nor hair of Nek, maybe just as well.
I'm fully aware of the comic potential of frustration, but there's nothing funny, to the penguin, about the penguin sliding along the ice on his stomach, nor about this whole fucking farrago to me.
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