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 15WFALASKAPartTwo

15WFALASKAPartTwo
15WFALASKA2
15WFALASKA
This was found under the desk of Whirly himself just a scrap torn off of Plences notepad.
Order was for 96,000 pipe. They only want one box. They ordered up a space heater from ACME. They want 12,000 air dropps of our special glue. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ IN the offices of AlaskaSalmonize the mood was pensive. This is not unexpensive for our expansive efforts will afford us no relief in the coming year and did you see the Whirlyfritzerglomertialsilverplater Stocks they went up and off the Board.
The men in the field
The men in the field wore silverplater buttons it was a picture of the Cobalt Blue Radiation Flower. AS they worked they sang little songs about the Poet CharlaX the creator of the Cobalt blue.
They placed the sections in the ground one whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater pipeT.M.@ by painstaking one at a time and glued the ends of the sections with the airdropped glue the whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplaterpurpleglue@T.M.  
The Acme heater had been airdropped almost into the water they wanted not to have to move it once again after it was delivered they did not have the machinery necessary to drag it. It was necessarily heavy as was most equipment they ordered up from Acme. The lengthy sections of this whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater Arctic Pipe Line were now ready to be heated all connected all glued up. The President of the AlaskaSalmonizedConglomeration.Inc.Ltd. Mister Jjohn Jjones (the Manhunter From Mars) he was in his Human disguise a very pallid sort of green tint to his skin he was passing as a black and ebon mon not unusual now for the President of a Company or even a Country to be of Negro Docent. He walked up to the CobaltBlueandPurpleBOx.T.M.@inc. and turned the green light on. The first silver platted bar a gold bar actually only silver in color fell into the Arctic Sea with out a hitch with out a sound of any kind it fell to the bottom of the Sea bed nearest your area next to your Company crew. Have a wonderful day ewe.
  
  
  
  



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