"And you want to be my latex salesman?" Harold

"And you want to be my latex salesman?" Harold figeted in his seat. "Yes sir. I'm the man for the job. Latex is my middle name. Well not really, but I like it. A lot." The boss
pulled the blinds, revealing the factory floor. Great rubber sheets stretched to the horizon. "Harold, when we hire you, you will cover the world in latex. Are you ready?" "Yes!"
"Okay, go!" Working as fast as he could manage, Harold started to latex up the planet. Not a single brook could he overlook, when he gave the whole town a new rubbery look. But
this rubbery world was a little too bouncy; Harold did his job a little too proudly. When people he knew stepped out for a stroll, soon they found that they could not control
author Natalie who wrote about a place called inelastic sector diaphora 12. Harold's rubbery world was threatened by
the steady encroachment of plastics. It did not correspond the pure vulcanized latex world he envisaged. He wanted to save the human race before phthalate poisoning made it impoten
hotep's feebly thrashing slave horde.There was no future in children fashioning plastic scarabs that squirted phthalate-tainted water at the other feeble residents. If only Ra
would come down off his throne and order them to create a solar powered water collector that also had hoses dispensing water at 35 psi. Maybe then the feeblys wouldn't be so weebly
-wobbly. Oh, who are we all kidding? The feeblys didn't have the internal fortitude it took to withstand the forces of King Weeble (his real name). The feeblys wobbled weebily unti
l Filly, the legendary hero of the feeblys, came out of hibernation. With a newfound leader and several bloody campaigns later, the feeblys ousted King Weeble and his mucky minions

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