TO VANQUISH THE VANQUISHED

March 26, 2014

The sun, like a malevolent Belgian horse, rose savagely over the surly sea.

‘Ain’t licked yet, you bent rusty excuse for a literate worm!’ croaked Tarleton Skrebble, his sanity lacking defiance lifting feebly from the bobbing raft.

‘Hell you ain’t!’ boomed the suddenly appearing mega whale of death.

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