I thunk-it

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An all-too-familiar "yeowling" broke the late-night's still air early this morning, sending chills down the spines of Secret Attack Squirrel's Early Warning Recon Group (EWRG): SAS's arch-rival and sworn enemy & one-eyed tom-cat nemesis, Black Jack Brisco, is back in town...with a new and terrifying feature...

re. Black Jack's twice-broken tail:

For reasons/causes unknown, the fur, skin and flesh of his most-rearward appendage is now all gone, stripped clean, thus leaving the horrifying skeletal remainder of tiny & sharp little spinal bones---all intact and fused together into a rigid weapon of indiscribable scariness in the form of a jagged lightening bolt. Upon first sight of that hair-raising spectacle, the EWRG scooted really fast back to SAS Global HQ to report this frightening development, only to be (initially) laughed out of the hanger-bay door.

But owing to a "serious bent" when it comes to intel'--albeit unconfirmed and of a seriously dubious nature--Secret Attack Squirrel scheduled and initiated an immediate lauch and within minutes, returned to base with confirmation: Brisco IS back, AND armed with a new and apparently perilous weapon of indeterminent efficacy.

So right now, there's a whole lot of anxious pacing & skin-rawing head-scratchin' goin on in the SAS G-HQ tree-house...the fleas are a-jumpin' and a-scurryin' for dear life! The coffee's boiling, Danish has been brought in and a deepthink-tank of chocolate-covered cherries is being filled with iced vodka and re-heated tomato juice (which is why the fleas are bailing out...NOW).

For you condi-seweres, the deepthink-tank mix-ratio: 6 gal vodka, 3 gal tom-juice, 2 qts tobasco sauce, one lb black pepper, a twelve-pack of celery stalks and one acorn on a stick for each tumbler...and we're certain they'll ALL be tumbling withing the hour!

CANNON BALL: Cowa-bunga, dudes!
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