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Golden Turd 4CHAPTER FOUR: The Author...Golden Turd 4
When they had finished Zeke left a generous tip on the table (no beans this time) and, looking up at 'Greg' said; "This burg is dead, Let's blow." As they stepped out of the coffee shop, Zeke turned toward the corner and said, "This way." Greg looked at his car. "We'll come back for it." Zeke said without turning. They walked about two blocks before coming to a nondescript door with a simple sign on the front. "[?]NO ADMITTANCE[?]" was all it said. "Here we are." Zeke said, and pulled open the door. "The sign..."'Greg started. "Go on in,
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Golden Turd 3CHAPTER THREE: Zeke...Golden Turd 3
When the waiter returned with "Greg's" coffee, Zeke tried to pay him with the beans. "I'll keep trying that until it works", Zeke said when he received only a dirty look. He gave the waiter cash and requested two pieces of pie to finish out the coffee. The waiter obligingly returned with his change and the pies. "Help yourself." Zeke motioned at the second piece of pie. "Thank you, I don't mind if I do. Now I believe I asked you how you beat me into town..." Greg pressed. Zeke smiled "No, you asked me how
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Golden Turd 2CHAPTER TWO: Town...Golden Turd 2
The smoke that Greg saw turned out to be pouring out of the local Scrap-yard's office. Loud sirens and clanging bells sounded off of the surrounding buildings' walls. "This is too much." Greg said to the weasels. He pulled to a stop next to the Fire Chief. "What the hell is this?" Asked Greg. The firefighter put down his sandwich for a moment. "Hey Greg. Building. Fire. Gonna' put it out. Wha-choo here for?" Greg paused. "Food. Gone. Gonna' sell my car. &
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Golden Turd 1CHAPTER ONE: The Road to Town...Golden Turd 1
"GREG!" Greg's overbearing roommate yelled! (For the purposes of this writing we will say that he said "Greg" though you and I both know he didn't, and only I know what he actually said.) "GREG, we're out of food! Take that rusty Pinto of yours to the scrap-yard and see what you can get for it!" Greg's roommate often yelled and this was no exception. He also was often angry, but this was in no way connected to the fireworks accident that cost him his thumbs.
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