Deja Vu?

The Never Ending Quest - Episode 41754

The guard rushed over to see what all the commotion was about. “What’s all the commotion about?”

What was all the commotion about? Who was this jailor? A servant of the dragon? Why hadn’t there been any weapons of mass destruction found in Iraq? Did light travel in waves or particles? These questions and a myriad of others raced through Fred’s mind as he stood there, standing, like some kind of person just standing there.

The jailor was becoming impatient. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”

Fred started drooling, an unpleasant side effect of thinking too much and doing too little. “Um,” he stammered, “the old man was trying to dig a tunnel.” He pointed at the mound of dirt. “So I’d thought I’d snitch on him. I’ve always been a little tattler.”

The unkempt jailor burped and took a swig from the jug of liquor he carried.

“I think he just died of a heart attack,” Fred told him, lifting the blanket to expose the corpse, then quickly covering it up again.

The jailor shrugged.

Fred shrugged back.

And at that, the man turned and stumbled back the way he came.

This was very frustrating. Fred started banging the plate against the bars again.

The guard rushed over to see what all the commotion was about. “What’s all the commotion about?”

What was all the commotion about? Who was this jailor? A servant of the dragon? Why hadn’t there been any weapons of mass destruction found in Iraq? Did light travel in waves or particles? These questions and a myriad of others raced through Fred’s mind as he stood there, standing, like some kind of person just standing there.

The jailor was becoming impatient. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”

Fred started drooling, an unpleasant side effect of thinking too much and doing too little. “Um,” he stammered, “the old man was trying to dig a tunnel.” He pointed at the mound of dirt. “So I’d thought I’d snitch on him. I’ve always been a little tattler.”

The unkempt jailor burped and took a swig from the jug of liquor he carried.

“I think he just died of a heart attack,” Fred told him, lifting the blanket to expose the corpse, then quickly covering it up again.

The jailor shrugged.

Fred shrugged back.

And at that, the man turned and stumbled back the way he came.

This was very frustrating. Fred started banging the plate against the bars again.

The guard rushed over to see what all the commotion was about. “What’s all the commotion about?”

What was all the commotion about? Who was this jailor? A servant of the dragon? Why hadn’t there been any weapons of mass destruction found in Iraq? Did light travel in waves or particles? These questions and a myriad of others raced through Fred’s mind as he stood there, standing, like some kind of person just standing there.

The jailor was becoming impatient. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”

Fred started drooling, an unpleasant side effect of thinking too much and doing too little. “Um,” he stammered, “the old man was trying to dig a tunnel.” He pointed at the mound of dirt. “So I’d thought I’d snitch on him. I’ve always been a little tattler.”

The unkempt jailor burped and took a swig from the jug of liquor he carried.

“I think he just died of a heart attack,” Fred told him, lifting the blanket to expose the corpse, then quickly covering it up again.

The jailor shrugged.

Fred shrugged back.

And at that, the man turned and stumbled back the way he came.

This was very frustrating. Fred started banging the plate against the bars again

The guard rushed over to see what all the commotion was about. “What’s all the commotion about?”

What was all the commotion about? Who was this jailor? A servant of the dragon? Why hadn’t there been any weapons of mass destruction found in Iraq? Did light travel in waves or particles? These questions and a myriad of others raced through Fred’s mind as he stood there, standing, like some kind of person just standing there.

The jailor was becoming impatient. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”

Fred started drooling, an unpleasant side effect of thinking too much and doing too little. “Um,” he stammered, “the old man was trying to dig a tunnel.” He pointed at the mound of dirt. “So I’d thought I’d snitch on him. I’ve always been a little tattler.”

The unkempt jailor burped and took a swig from the jug of liquor he carried.

“I think he just died of a heart attack,” Fred told him, lifting the blanket to expose the corpse, then quickly covering it up again.

The jailor shrugged.

Fred shrugged back.

And at that, the man turned and stumbled back the way he came.

This was very frustrating. Fred started banging the plate against the bars again.

The guard rushed over to see what all the commotion was about. “What’s all the commotion about?”

What was all the commotion about? Who was this jailor? A servant of the dragon? Why hadn’t there been any weapons of mass destruction found in Iraq? Did light travel in waves or particles? These questions and a myriad of others raced through Fred’s mind as he stood there, standing, like some kind of person just standing there.

The jailor was becoming impatient. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”

Fred started drooling, an unpleasant side effect of thinking too much and doing too little. “Um,” he stammered, “the old man was trying to dig a tunnel.” He pointed at the mound of dirt. “So I’d thought I’d snitch on him. I’ve always been a little tattler.”

The unkempt jailor burped and took a swig from the jug of liquor he carried.

“I think he just died of a heart attack,” Fred told him, lifting the blanket to expose the corpse, then quickly covering it up again.

The jailor shrugged.

Fred shrugged back.

And at that, the man turned and stumbled back the way he came.

This was very frustrating. Fred started banging the plate against the bars again.

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