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Francold:
Shit. Okay. Here. Drag his corpse off the
hitball field. Quick, before anyone sees. |
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Doubledogday:
I'm on it. Shouldn't we bury
him? |
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Francold:
Yeah, all right. Here's a shovel, start digging by
that canvas bag over there. |
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Doubledogday:
All done.
Where should I put all this dirt I dug out of
the hole? |
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Francold:
Um...in the middle of the field here. Make a mound
of it. |
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Doubledogday:
Whew.
Okay, check.
So are we done? |
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Francold:
Base-ically. |
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Doubledogday:
Hey, guess what? |
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Francold:
What? |
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Doubledogday:
Um.
Infield-fly rule.
Just nevermind. |
