I thunk-it

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Just moments ago, while surfing the AMERICAblog comments section, Secret Attack Squirrel was unexpected broad-sided by a flattery wagon sporting jaded shades and flying the banner of mystical, mythical bird re-arisen from ashes. Momentarily stunned by this extraordinary accident (surely couldn't be intentional) Secret soon looked up, only to be instantaniously struck again, this time knocking him into a dizzying fit furry-faced blushin & unmitigated struttin 'round the hanger-bay.

Finding this behavior insufferable, ASA's ERT (Emergency Responst Team) threw a discarded hair-net over our (temporarily?) screwed-up hero and threatened with "a wet-sock whippin blanket party".

But undetered--and being a SUPER-hero & all--Secret Attack Squirrel quickly overpowered the ERT and dragged them all, screaming, out the lauch-bay door and they all fell headlong out of the G-HQ tree and are now writhing violently together on the gound...Black Jack Brisco is on his way!

RUN FOR YOU LIVES, FOOLS!