Straightedge Casserole

"crunch time," he declared, with all the dismal gloom he could muster. a series of cracks accompanied by the constant hum of the blender. ribs, bones, bladder. i spy the red hen with brown feathers, just below the housecat marked 'return to sender'. (oh the chatter!) off goes the helper: welted, pelted with disaster.

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