Mike Durrett: CONFIDENTIAL

Meanwhile...



Morty's panicked with the prospect of being snowed in for days.

He gave me the evil eye, which means only one thing. I would be perpetual lunch unless I fetched Whiskas with gravy.


Can I help it I am juicy?

I hiked the six miles to the store and six back.

I had no choice. Morty's fangs morphed into sporks.

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