I find the thought of a fat sweaty hill billy analy raping a little cute innocent lamb repulsive.

Am I being judgemental?

What if Forensics finds the Answer to our corporate crime scene? Will the real honest truth be published without having to consult our RSS savvy goddess?

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Dear Sirs and Gentlewomen,

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Hobottom looked up from the blocky lettering on the half empty pill bottle fixing his view on the masking tape outline surrounding the former resting place of a filing cabinet.

"They took it all out?"

"Yep filed in like a bunch of marines and took the damn things out. I put down the tape just to make sure I remembered what was even here before they got here. There doesn’t seem to be a whole hellava lot left to look at."

"Yeah I know. I’m used to that by now"

Hobottom got up from his knee and patted his pockets.  Pulling out a sleek white cylinder and

"You smoke?"

"No, sorry."

Flame.

Cloud.

Darkness.

Nothing.

A breath touches his lungs.

"Maybe we’re not ready to find out yet."