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humor," suggested Hayes.
But Barnum swiped this possibility away with his
red fuzzy arm.
"Listen, don't kid yourself, we're dealing with a
maniac and I'm getting tired of waiting round. Now I
think we ought to get a committee together. The
selectmen are dragging their asses as per usual.
Arthur Abernathy couldn't be bothered, and that
old biddy Ramona Dingley ought to be put to sleep.
You know we can't even count on Cecil Hedgerow to
wipe his own butt. Now why don't you get with me on
this, A.A.? Get the paper behind it."
"Limus, it's nothing but a bunch of silly letters."
"You don't know what it could be. Get on that ass
Haig. Can you believe having a wife looks like that and
he spends all day in the woods shooting at birds and all
night over in Madder pestering a couple of old whores
too lazy to get out on the street anyhow! Now if we had
the kind of government we ought to have in this country,
we'd have some police we could count on. How do you
know this guy isn't going to stop writing someday and
start shooting, huh? What about your window there?