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The water cannon, powered by a vacuum pump from a magnum penis enlarger, was a custom built water toy.
Henge wanted it.
“Power bubba,” Henge said. “Powerful enough to change the tide in a small naval battle.”
Henge and Len Wiedeshofer were having a late Lunch in Frisch’s restaurant. Some reasonably priced fare for families, and working class heroes. Henge, eating his liver and cottage cheese, slurped forkfuls in his mouth and said “Uh huh,” and “Uhhh,” to everything Len said.
“So you think this cannon should be powerful enough to shoot fifty yards?”
“Uh huh.”
“How about a hundred yards?”
“Uhhh.”
“Do you find my wife attractive?”
“Uhhh... Uh huh.”
Len Wiedeshofer ordered a Brawny Lad, and a bowl of vegetable beef soup. His stomach had been bothering him lately. He had started noticing little brown splotches on his skin everywhere, and his skin, overall, had contracted a vague yellow hue.
William Comparetto
© 2006