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Johnny 5000 was a kleptomatic man-bot with

  • Johnny 5000 was a kleptomatic man-bot with little on his mind but picking pockets and stealing ladies' hearts. Stepping into the
  • smoky bar, he nodded and smiled at the bartender. He quickly sized up the room. Plenty of targets.
  • But that's life in a muted suburb. Plenty of Targets, Ruby Tuesday's all held together by big fat evil IKEA. Thank god I was an alcoholic. I left the bar in a haze of purple hooter
  • -s and honkers. But as I soon discovered, the sounds of purple owls and car horns don't bode well for one's sanity. Drunk and deranged, I forced my way into what I thought was
  • a tank, attempting to shoot down all these damn birds and motor vehicles. When I woke up the next morning, I found myself in jail for hijacking a Prius.
  • My public defender was incredulous. I assured him if he got me in front of a jury, I could explain why I had hijacked the Prius and why the dead birds were
  • stored in large garbage sacks in my locker at school. There were reasonable, sane explanations for all these things. If I could just plead my case to a jury of my peers they'd have
  • to believe my story. Mr. Lemons convinced the principle it would be a great lesson in civics if the court proceedings were held in the classroom. The body parts in my locker
  • wafted the foul odor of decomposition across hall into the classroom."EEEWW-wah!" said Regina, "it *stinks* in here!" Mr. Lemons seized the teachable moment of stench and civics
  • served up by "The People's Panic Alert", it quiets as you rise and you didn't lift a finger, but the pungent odor's set deep.

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