Luke dismounted from his gray horse Bucktooth and, with a 10-foot rope, tied him to the hitching post. Luke sauntered over to the saloon, when he heard a strange whirring sound in the sky. He looked up and…
sneezed. Looking into bright lights always had that effect on Luke, whirring sound or not. Bucktooth too was disturbed by the whirring sound. He reared back and…
farted loudly. Passersby…
fainted. “Good God, man, what have you been eating” Bucktooth replied…
“I’ve been eating lots of chili, beans, and other foods that make me fart!” The passersby were disgusted, and…
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…began yelling insults. To calm them down, he…
handed out coupons for free cheese. The crowd grabbed as many as they could and ran towards the nearest “Cheeses ‘R’ Us” store - all of them eager for some Chedder. Apart from Mrs Jones who was fond of Red Leicester.
A thought stuck Luke - leaving a bit of a bruise - “My horse can talk?!”
“Of course I can talk, stupid,” said Buckeye, “and for desperately conceived plot reasons I can read your mind too. Now, for the love of Pete, will you look to see what the whirring noise is?”
Luke, though shocked by both the talkativeness and assertive attitude his horse had developed, started to look up.
“Put on your sunglasses, you idiot!” commanded Buckeye, “We don’t want you sneezing again.”
After putting on his sunglasses, Luke looked up to see the source of the whirring noise. What he saw made him scream in terror. There, in the sky, was…