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Not One Peep . . .
By Purry
"Oh man, I'm gonna be sick, again."
"I'm sorry, Jim."
"Not your fault."
"You ok?"
"Will be. How's Blair?"
"He seems fine."
"How come he's not sick?"
"Beats me, I know I wouldn't be feeling too good right now."
"I can't believe I let him bait me into that stupid contest."
"Thought you could beat him?"
"Yeah, but after 75, I started to feel nauseous."
"You should have stopped."
"I know, but I just couldn't let him win."
"You're the one in here paying homage to the porcelain throne."
"Simon, please don't lecture me. I know how stupid I was."
"Was getting out of going to an anthropology seminar worth this?"
"It would have been if I had won."
"And now?"
"No!"
"Guess you won't be wanting any of those little yellow ducks any time soon."
"Argh!!! Don't mention Peep's."
"Guess there won't be a second annual Peep Off at Major Crimes next Easter."
GROAN!!!