Continued......
“I’ll see your shoe snake (no relation to the trouser snake)
and raise you a Rose Nicolson,” squeaked Doolius Boozler, pushing forward a
stolen ID card. Gnomes play Texas Hold’em with items stolen from the “Non-Gifted.”
Gnomes really don’t know how to play Texas Hold’em, they couldn’t even find
Texas on the European map.
“What
trickery is this!” squealed Fartrell Cluggins, thrusting his finger in Doolius
Boozler’s face.
Taking
offence, Doolius Boozler protested hiccuping “Do you know who I am?”
“Doolius
Boozler; The Drunken Sneak. Whose mother was born on the Eastside,” sneered
Fartrell Cluggins.
A
scuffle broke out, poker rocks were being thrown and nose biting ensued.
“That
enough of your rumpus” roared Burly Toeskin breaking up the fight, grabbing the
rabble-rousers by their toes “You will answer to The West himself,” he avowed.
“Not Quakadilly Blip,” Fartrell Cluggins and
Doolius Boozler yelped, eyes round with fear.
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