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Blake woke on a filthy sofa in a cobweb-covered, dusty auditorium. The sofa was comfy, but it smelled like Daddy's hunting dog that time it had hidden Daddy's recently shot pheasant in its doghouse and rolled in it daily for a week.
It smelled really, really bad, is what I'm telling you.
And even that Blake could have borne with the calm aplomb that came with his lofty station in life, but then...then a spider ran across his hand.
Blake shrieked like something that shrieks really loud and jumped off the sofa, waving his hand in the air as he tried to dislodge the amorous arachnid. His flailing arm smacked Solemn right in the forehead, knocking her out cold.
A strong, manly, muscular, manly hand grabbed Blake's arm while another manly hand slapped away the spider. Blake turned and found himself gazing into the hard, steely, heated glare of Lyle, and his heart skipped a beat.
Could it be?
Was his dream finally coming true?
That's when Lyle opened his mouth and said...
It smelled really, really bad, is what I'm telling you.
And even that Blake could have borne with the calm aplomb that came with his lofty station in life, but then...then a spider ran across his hand.
Blake shrieked like something that shrieks really loud and jumped off the sofa, waving his hand in the air as he tried to dislodge the amorous arachnid. His flailing arm smacked Solemn right in the forehead, knocking her out cold.
A strong, manly, muscular, manly hand grabbed Blake's arm while another manly hand slapped away the spider. Blake turned and found himself gazing into the hard, steely, heated glare of Lyle, and his heart skipped a beat.
Could it be?
Was his dream finally coming true?
That's when Lyle opened his mouth and said...