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Wide eyed behind bulletproof glass his holiness resembled a terrified gopher staring down the grill of a HUMDINGER, the newest
model Humvee on the market. Mrs. Eggleby could not be blamed for her traffic violation however. The HUMDINGER was at that
very moment being recalled due to its driver’s inability to see anything under the height of eight feet and twenty-two
inches. That of course being the precise height of the titanic hood of the HUMDINGER. Poor Pope Pygmatius Prior the second
was catapulted along with his pope-mobile over the horrified crowd of hundreds and landed squarely on a rare Legless Lilligottimi
Sand Finch. This was later construed as a vicious act of god to finally put the poor species out of its misery. Mrs. Eggleby
noted the slight bump in the road and continued on her way to her sons’ soccer practice. Today was the district championship
and she couldn’t be late. She had even forgone attending the parade in which the pope was going to be visiting.
Below the steadily expanding chaos of the hit and run pope killing Dorazimel was quickly nodding off at his post. His long,
dark lashes fluttered as he yawned. No doubt within seconds the boredom of attending hells gates would have consumed him if
not for the blazing wall of vehicle, which exploded through the entrance.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” Dorazimel squealed like a little girl on her first pony ride. He bolted out of his chair
and narrowly missed being plowed down by the spinning pope-mobile.
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