Chapter 3

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Suzy wept by the fedora, with only a few coppers glistening inside.
"Please..." she whimpered. She was getting withdrawal symptoms from her Pinot Grigio. Her right hand was trembling as if she were playing the keyboard, whilst the other hand was making a sick beat on the grimy floor. She actually gathered quite a crowd, and by crowd, I mean Hobo Joe leering at the ewe.

"SUZY, YOU'RE STEALING ALL MY CUSTOMERS!!" Daddy Dog screeched, grabbing a nearby booze bottle and smashing it against the wall. Suzy yelped in pain, even though none of the glass had even touched her. Hobo Joe grabbed some caramel salted popcorn, plumped up his plums and sat down for the farce.

"YOU DIDN'T HAVE ANY CUSTOMERS TO BEGIN WITH!" The fat sheep bleated, smacking her knees, shattering her dry bones.

Tears welled in Daddy Dog's eyes. However, sadness quickly turned to anger. His face turned as red as the corpse of Wendy Wolf, and he screamed like a pterodactyl being pierced in the spleen with a sharpened pencil. The scream was full of anguish, despair, and mostly anger.

"GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I KILL YOU."

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