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[Case of the Missing Mini-taur]
Here I am in the biggest eyesore ta ever assault the retinas' of Spaghetti Town's fine, upstanding citizenry; a colossal mech that might pass for a cow if ya squint hard enough.
Ta get here I had ta grease a couple o' palms. Literally.
Pair a' rotten coppers who asked ta be paid in pizza rather than pennies.
I get it. Kinda hard ta pin a corruption charge on ya when all the evidence of your dirty dealins' iz bobbin' up an' down in some sewer or stinkin' up the men's room of a Burger Broad.
That's jes' the way things work here in Spaghetti Town.
An' speakin' a' workin', how the hell am my 'sposed ta get this hunk o' junk recombobulated?
I give the shiniest box in the cockpit a couple o' swift kicks an' that seems ta do the job.
>Oi, robut! I'm lookin' for Minnie Moo. Tiny little thing 'bout the size a' them All Petite broads. Always screamin' her head off. Looks like a cow wot escaped Auschwitz. You seen her?
"Mecha Moo pilot designate Minnie Moo is not in the cockpit. Continuing idle mode".
>Oi, robut! Can't ya run a scan wot tells ya where ol Moo is?
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>Oi, robut!
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Waste a' time an' more importantly pizza.
Guess the smart thing ta do now would be ta ask the harried heffer's acquaintances where she might a' got off ta.
