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And HG explained to Tar, rather late, but oh well, that she had whacked her because her sweetie is the goregous-green-eyed-sweetheart from about fifty pages ago, and NOT Dart, no matter how hot he is.
Bob suddenly decided that he would have to jump to get bigger! He jumped and jumped, but it only made him smaller and smaller. By this time the worms were like, "what?"
Bob was safe due to his extreme smallness. He was smaller than the point of a needle. Smaller than the eye of a microscopic ant. Smaller than a speck of space dust, and a heck of a lot smaller than a bread box!
The Buck, who owned a lighthouse in Kansas City, was looking for an ocean to buy, so he said,
"I'll make you a deal, get me a labrodor and I'll retrieve it, and then I will have enough salsa to buy bubble gum for you and an ocean for me."
"But, without corn chips, how will we use the salsa?" Bob asked.
"We'll use oreos instead!" the buck stated. But the buck stopped there.
Bob raised an eyebrow " Oreos? Ohwell, it' fine with me. You got yourself a deal." Bob wondered briefly if HLGstrider had an obession with oreos, and if she'd seen a doctor about it. Bob then started to walk to the nearest Labrador farm.
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