With a full head of steam, he pushed on.

With a full head of steam, he pushed on. The Tinman had accidentally sat on the iron, and it was plugged.
But lucky for him, he had the courage to endure the burn but not the heart to feel the pain. As the heat charred his tin,
the well worn expression "No pian, no gain" filtered through his mind. The moment he thought it he was no longer able to hear the crackle of the flames on his tin. Now without hear
ing the fire, Tinman was able to think freely, even while being molten. "No piano, no parmigiano" Dorotea used to say to him. Now these words rang hollow… like a tin, he thought.
It wasn't his job to think, not anymore..well it never was. Now he would be turned into tin coffee cans. All because of that Dorotea from Kansas. Why had he listened to her?
What good would a heart have done him in the first place? He was a walking, talking oil can for God's sake. He didn't need a heart to oil hinges and whatever else Swedish pervert
investigator Det. Manatee was asking him to do. He did not like his new partner one bit, always ordering him to do the menial tasks required in Swedish pervert investigation. When
Dr. Siughjgky showed up, folders in hand, he realised the other new partner knew something. It turned out this pervert had a long criminal record and many aliases, among them
the name of Dr. Siughjgky himself! Indeed, the fiend had impersonated the good doctor and had given patients incredibly bad advice, such as "Always keep a cicada under your tongue
'course that's a bad example,since the patient in question died soon after but when they buried him he molted & became Cicadaman of legerdemain,but I'd need 17 yrs to tell his tale

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