50th: Otto Boutin’s Night Watch — Speak and Squeak Softly
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On his hands and knees he stared into the mechanism of the slowly idling press. Only 200 dance tickets in two hours. For the best boss in the world. Squeak.
He saw it. Through a gap in the slowly moving cams, he saw it. It was in a cage against the wall, next to the rubber plant.
Marvin really did love all living creatures, but as he was kneeling on the floor, frustrated, dirty, oily, ink-stained and way behind schedule, his hand instinctively reached for a mallet. And when that canary went squeak, squeak, in obvious derision, Marvin let the mallet fly.
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- MARVIN WAS
- Otto Boutin
- Places:
- California
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