of hours. Not only did this make it difficult for him to get around, but it also made him extremely embarrassed, which caused him to break out in hives. Having warts was bad enough, but he couldn’t cope with hives on top of that. He was allergic to bee stings. He would also suffer an allergic reaction when the insects ridiculed his skin condition. If his condition were left untreated, hives would grow on top of hives until there was nothing left in the infinities of the universe besides honey bees and their homes. Reginald leered at the pornographic magazine. Drool tumbled down his chin. Edwin was jealous of his friend’s ability to enjoy himself. Hiding his eyes, he said,
“Come with us, Labia Ladies Magazine.”
Furious about Edwin’s command, the magazine attacked him, leaving a small agonizing paper cut on the tip of his nose. Edwin yowled in pain, wishing he could defend himself without the assistance of his eyes. Reginald came to his rescue with an earsplitting whine: “But we only wanted you to help us win our scavenger hunt.” The magazine’s cover became glossier. “A scavenger hunt? I love scavenger hunts. There’s nothing gentleman magazines like more than helping kids win scavenger hunts.” It turned to Edwin. “Of course I’ll go with you!” Reginald opened his fire engine’s rear compartment and smiled at the magazine like a horny chauffeur.
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