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| Thes ever happen ta ya? Ya jus dubble tapped a coupla swingin plates bout four times an mosey ta the table.
Than it commenses.
"Hey Sage, I caint hardly breathe."
"The county gonna close thes shoot down fur violatin plution laws."
"Looky thar, I swar thet danged crow is chokin."
"Didja, leave any room fur shot in them loads."
"I heared he shoots blanks."
"Shhhh. Ya promised not ta menchin his accident."
Whelp, ya don hafta suffer no more tatall. Thes is how it kin be.
Ya blast yer plates and mosey ta the table with yur chest out an head high.
"Hey, Sage, I declare I smell Vanilly."
Thet's rat. French Vanilly.
"An the smoke, it's clean an white."
Yup.
"Com mon Sage, tell us yur secret."
"Yes, Pleeze!"
It taint no secret. I jus use Mama Sage's D'signer Smoke in certs. Ya jus' take thes lil goober ball n set it tween
yur powder n shot like thes. Hyar, try thes one. It's called Piney Woods.
"Tarnation, Sage, thes smoke's green!"
Thets rat. An smells like the high country. It also comes in Rosey Red, Lemon Yeller, Lilac, Bluebell, an fur the
incense burners, Peaceful Pachouli.
"Tell us, Sage, whar kin we git sum?"
Whal Sir, I'm glad ya asked. Ya jes have ta log onta Mama Sage's BP Boutique. Fur onlys $19.95 ya kin have a
hunderd goobers in yer favurite flavor. Ya'll kin do it rat now. Don't wait cuz she might run out.
"Whal, Sage sign me up fur 5 boxes."
I caint, ya has ta log on ta Mama Sage's BP Boutique. It's the onliest place ta git it. Com mon, da Rainbow Riders
gonna team shoot a stump.
"Thet otta be purdy."
An a delightfull bookay.
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