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And all the jelly was knocked out of him. Then he was thinking about how this whole thing started, and desided to stay away from holes. Expecailly deep holes.
So Bob was a ghost. He traveled the world haunting various places at his leisure and popping out of walls to scare the bagezes out of people. Eventually, Bob got tired of being diembodied and sued the Dietys for killing him. He won, but only because he had hired O.J. Simpson's lawer. This, however, backfired on him, because now that he was alive he had to pay the lawer all kinds of outrageous fees. To escape the lawer's thugs from turning him upside down and tickling him until he handed over his wallet, Bob became an outlaw and went into hiding. He spent his days selling Furbies on the Black Market.
It turned into a giant game of touch football without a ball... which was really hard to coach because everybody said they had the ball even though it was quite impossible because in untouchable touch football there are only twenty-six balls, not three hundred... it was just impossible...
And then someone burst into the room with an Uzi and a paintball gun and started shooting everyone.
Including Barnaby, Cornelius, Irene, and Minnie.
Becuase they all suck, and none of them are elegant.
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