Talk:Holstaur/@comment-27950421-20160609215944/@comment-28358106-20160611004846

I point up into the air. "Gasp!  Ye Gods, it's that Communist, the Red Baron...and he's robbed a cranberry produce stand while appearing to be incredibly sunburned!"

While they---dripping with anticipation---squint up at the clouds, I book it, shucking my shirt and flops. They might catch on, but not before I've pulled a Dutch and ensconced myself into a mud bank kilometers away.