with just enough of the little ton-towed fox at his beak, sonuc gave chase and release to the gentleman's backroom. his parts were all laid out for the day, neat in a row. it had been two full weeks by now, if he hadn't lost count.

sonuc creeped along his window with iced teeth, this would be as much a night as any to howl his piercing tortures.

faithful sallymander was first to take notice, but surely one by one the rancids all laid be, back to back in the baracks below.

there were no neighbors, the streets were empty, the homes simply disappeared. sonucs breath stank like an uglier man's, but he looked as shimmering as he'd ever be.

the beetlebox humming slowly was all it took. it spewed about not in a shout or whisper, but a gay lil' hum.

sonucs tongue was missing but he'd no longer need it. he would never speak again.

and then just truly tale spoke right up "sonuc are you going to be in there all night because im about to just eat your roast and not save you a bite. that's manners."

sonuc honked, twice as fast.