 yet. He suspected the camera was still on. It was a ruse. A trick. A subterfuge, which was a nifty word even if he had no idea how to spell it. That kind of devious, sneaky, low life chicanery by these border thugs and ruffians would not surprise him one bit. After all, he rarely missed the chance to chicane himself whenever the opportunity arose.

"This is an illegal search," he said, with snaky eyes and a voice to match. "Not only will I sue you for every penny you have or ever will have, I will bring criminal charges against you for unlawful imprisonment." He let out one hellacious monster of an angry snort, sounding to Elvis like his grandfather Festus' cranky old John Deere tractor that was none too cooperative starting up. Especially on cold mornings. Armen thought he sounded like a bull huffing over the fence at a mere human fool enough think he had a chance to climb the fence and escape unhorned. Melissa thought he sounded way too much like her ex-lover Thelonius Kasinski reaching one of his all too frequent premature ejaculations. Tony thought he sounded like the loudest fart he had ever heard, which was at a country music festival outside of Phoenix when Tony's cousin Alejandro ate way too many hot dogs with mustard and sauerkraut. The resultant farty explosion was not only the loudest one that Tony, or anyone else present, had ever heard, it also brought three security guards hotfooting at them with drawn pistols, thinking that someone was shooting up the place with some kind of high powered and very loud hidden gun. The worst part was that the guards were so pissed off they booted Tony and Alejandro out of the festival. And the rotten bastards didn't even refund their tickets. The thought of it still got Tony riled up.

"Rotten bastards!" He said, reliving the memory. Not loud. But out loud. And enough for the others to hear.

"Did you get that, camera!" Mr. Fleshmound hollered. "He called me a rotten bastards." Then he abruptly stopped, looking perplexed. "Rotten bastards? Plural?" He whipped a lashing glare at Tony. "And now you are insulting me even further! Making fun of my weight by using the plural! I'll have you know that I
yet. He suspected the camera was still along. It was a ruse. A whoremaster. A subterfuge, which was a nifty word even if he experience no estimate how to spell it. That kind of devious, sneaky, low life sentence trickery by these border thugs and ruffians would not surprise him one bit. subsequently all, he rarely missed the chance to chicane himself whenever the opportunity get up. 

 " This is an illegal search, " he said, with snaky eyes and a voice to match. " Not merely will I sue you for every penny you have or ever will consume, I will bring criminal charges against you for unlawful captivity. " He let out one hellacious freak of an angry snort, sounding to Elvis like his grandfather Festus' cranky previous John Deere tractor that was none too cooperative starting up. Especially on cold mornings. Armen thought he sounded like a bull huffing over the fence at a mere human fool enough think he had a chance to climb the fence and escape unhorned. Melissa thought he sound way too much like her x - lover Thelonius Kasinski reaching one of his all too frequent premature ejaculation. Tony thought he sounded like the loudest fart he had ever listen, which was at a country music festival outside of Phoenix when Tony's cousin Alejandro ate way too many hot pawl with mustard and sauerkraut. The resultant farty explosion was not only the loudest one that Tony, or anyone else present, had always heard, it besides brought three security guards hotfooting at them with drawn pistols, intend that someone was shooting up the place with some kind of high powered and very brassy hidden gun. The worst part was that the guard were so pissed off they booted Tony and Alejandro out of the festival. And the rotten bastards didn't even refund their ticket. The thought of it however got Tony roil up. 

 " Rotten bastards! " He said, reliving the memory. Not loud. But out loudly. And enough for the others to hear. 

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"this is aN ILlEgal Search," he said, with sNAkY Eyes and a voice tO match. "noT OnLY WilL I sUe you for evErY pennY You have OR eVER WilL Have, I will brinG criminal chARgeS againSt You FOr unlaWful iMpRIsoNment." He let oUt onE hellacioUs monsTEr of an aNGry snorT, soundIng To ELvis LIkE hIs gRaNDfaTHeR FeSTus' Cranky olD JOhN DeerE traCTOR That Was None Too coOperative starTinG up. ESPecIally On colD morNiNgs. ArMen thoUght hE sOunded like a bull HuffIng over thE feNcE at A mEre huMAn fool EnoUgh Think he Had a chaNCe tO cLIMB tHe fence and escape unHoRNEd. melissa tHought HE sOuNDed way toO mUch Like HER ex-loVer THElOnius KasInski rEAcHiNg one of HiS all toO fReqUenT premATure EjaculAtions. ToNy thoUGht he sounded liKE the loudest faRT hE HAd EVer hEarD, which was at A couNTry mUsic FEsTivAL outsIde of phOEnIX when Tony's cousin AleJaNdro atE way tOo many hot dogs With mustarD AND sauerkrAut. THE rESultant farty exPlosiOn was not onLY the loudEst onE that TonY, or anyone ELSe presenT, haD evEr hEarD, IT aLso brought thrEE SecuRiTy guardS hoTfootinG at TheM wiTh dRaWn pistols, Thinking ThAt SoMeOne Was shOOting up tHe PlaCe WitH some KInd of hIgh poWereD aNd VEry Loud hidDEn GUN. The WoRsT parT waS tHat thE guaRDs wEre so piSsed off thEy bOOted toNy And AlejAndro out of the FeStival. And tHe RotTen basTARds didn't Even refund their tickets. THE thoughT of It stiLl goT Tony rileD up.

"rotten BasTArds!" He Said, reLivinG tHe mEMOry. NoT LOuD. BuT oUt loud. And eNOUgh For thE oTherS to hear.

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"T hi s isa n illeg a ls e a rch , " he said, wi th snaky ey e s a nd a v oi cet o matc h. "N ot onl y will I su e yo u for eve ry pen n y you h a ve or e ver wi llhav e, I wi ll  br in g  cr i mi nal cha rges aga in st  youforu n l a wful  im pris onmen t." He let ou t o ne h e lla cious  mons terof  an a ngry s nort,  s ounding to Elvi s li ke his gr and fa the rFestu s ' cran kyold  John D eere tr a cto rt h a twas none too coope ra t i ve  startin g up.E sp ec i ally onco ldmorn i n gs. A rmen th ought he  sound e dli ke a bu ll  huffi ng  ov erthe f e nceat a m ere huma n foo l  enough thinkh e had a chanc e  t o cl i mb t hefence and e scap e  unh orne d .Mel i ssa t hough th es ounded way too much  l ike he r ex- lover Theloni us Kasinsk i r eachingoneo fh is all too fre quent  premature ejaculat ions.  Tony th ought hes o unded li kethe  lo ude s t  f art he had ev e r  hea rd , which  wa s at acou ntr y m usi cfestivaloutsideof  P ho en ixwhenT ony's co us inAl eja ndroa te way  toomany  h ot dog s withm us t a rd a nd  s auer kra ut . The  res u lta nt fart y explosi onw as n ot  o nly the  loudest oneth at Tony, o rany one el s e  present , had ever heard, it al s o broug htthree  sec urity gua rds  hotfo oti n g at t hem wi th dr aw n p i s tols, t hi nki ng  that some o n e w as sh oo ting  up the  place with some k i ndof high power edandv e ry  lo u dh idd en gun . The worst partwas that t he gu ards weres o p is sed off  they b ooted Tony an d Alejand ro out of  t he f e s tiv al. And th e rotten  bastards didn' t  e ven r efu nd the ir  ti ckets . Thet hou ght o f it s ti ll got  Tony  r iled up. 

"Rotten bastards!" He  said,  reli vin g the mem ory .  No t loud. B ut o ut loud. A ndeno ugh f ort he ot hers to  he a r.

" Didy ou get th a t,  ca m e ra !" Mr. Fles h m o und  holl ere d . "Hecall ed me a rotten ba s tards." Then h e ab r u ptl y s t oppe d,  looking perpl exe d. " Rotten b as tards? Plur al?" Hewh i ppeda lash ing gl are atT o ny .  "Andnowyou  are insu lti ng me even  f ur t her! M akin gfun of  my we i ghtb y  using the plura l! I' l l  have you  know  t hat I
 yet._He suspected_the camera was still_on. It_was_a ruse._A_trick. A subterfuge,_which was a_nifty word even if_he had no_idea_how to spell it. That kind of devious, sneaky, low life chicanery by these_border_thugs and_ruffians_would_not surprise him one bit._After all, he rarely missed_the chance_to chicane himself whenever the opportunity arose.

"This is_an_illegal search," he_said, with snaky eyes and a voice to match._"Not only will I sue you_for every penny_you_have_or ever will have,_I will bring criminal charges against_you for unlawful imprisonment." He let_out one hellacious monster of an angry_snort, sounding to Elvis like his_grandfather Festus' cranky old John_Deere tractor_that was none too cooperative_starting up. Especially_on cold_mornings. Armen thought_he sounded like a bull huffing_over the fence_at a mere human fool enough_think_he had a_chance_to_climb the_fence and escape_unhorned._Melissa thought_he_sounded way too much like her_ex-lover_Thelonius Kasinski reaching one of his all_too frequent premature ejaculations._Tony_thought he sounded like_the loudest fart he had_ever heard, which was at a_country music_festival outside_of Phoenix when Tony's cousin Alejandro ate way too many hot_dogs with mustard and sauerkraut. The_resultant farty explosion was_not only_the_loudest one that_Tony,_or anyone_else present, had ever heard, it also_brought three_security guards hotfooting at them with_drawn pistols, thinking that_someone_was shooting up the place with_some kind of high powered and_very loud hidden gun. The_worst_part_was that the guards were_so pissed off they booted Tony_and Alejandro out_of the festival. And the rotten bastards_didn't_even refund their tickets. The thought_of_it still got Tony riled up.

"Rotten_bastards!"_He_said, reliving the memory. Not_loud. But out loud. And enough_for the others to hear.

"Did you get that, camera!"_Mr. Fleshmound hollered._"He called me a rotten_bastards."_Then_he abruptly stopped, looking perplexed. "Rotten bastards? Plural?" He whipped_a lashing_glare at Tony._"And now you are insulting me even further! Making fun_of my weight by using the plural!_I'll have you know that I