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"Heil EVROPA!", exclaimed Winstius, back from the daily early morning negro hunt.
"Off to rape some slaves, I mustn't be late"
Once at the slavemasters barracks, he is stunned when one of the dirt grovelers stood out to him, her potato squashed face, thin limbs like that of a spider monkey, skin brown like dirt and manure.
Winstius asked: "Slavemaster? When did this one arrive? Did I have my way with her... or him yet? Whatever it is it is lacking in both bosom and hips. This ones for fun, not breeding."
