The job had been dragging on for weeks and Neptune's Son was tired of it.
"Too much plaster. Plaster's a dry medium ..."
"What's wrong with that?"
But he couldn't articulate it. When his friends tried to press an answer out of him he began to howl.
"It drains! It dries! It absorbs! It sucks at the soul of the world!"
"Calm down mate. Eat your cheeseburger."
"I'll drink my Coke first," he shouted. "I'll drain this milkshake dry. Excelsior!"
Wrenched with tempestuous emotions he shook his fist at the Golden Arches.
"Damn you! Damn you!"
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Neptune's Son's earlier post.
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