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We need to pull over now,” she screeched as she gagged. “Paper is not supposed to be made out of poop.””Did it taste like poop?” Hank inquired as he quickly pulled into a rest stop filled with church buses.”Since I don’t eat poop,” Dima snapped, “I wouldn’t know.””But you do eat people?””I do not eat people,” she yelled.”But your people eat people?” I prodded nicely.”Occasionally,” she hissed. “And your people sniff each other’s asses when in animal form…”She had a point – and a foul one at that.
