toms mother was murky and his pa was dusty. he didn't like that so he ate some sharp pills and danced out the window, they were on the first floor so his escape was made a mockery

this mocking bird he knew was drunk, she tasted like wet scofflaws. her name was Miranda.

toms is a different dude. he likes to watch. his watch was two hours off and he didn't notice.

"I'll have a knack for that, you see if you pay me a tit and give you a tat. I'm pety that way. ouch!!" he screamed as some dunce lass pressed a hot piece of rebar against his lower groin gristle.

Toms uppercutted her what good before taking notice of the minature minataur making his way out of the local distillery. monsters weren't allowed out past ten o clock so it was a problem.

"I'm ... just picking up a few fruits and vittle for the evening I ave planned tween me and the missus. I mean no arm. let me on my way and I'll give you the name and number of a hooker i frequent." it said before toms stuck some of his fist into it's chest.

bang went it's body through a nearby freemason's manor door, his hound sounded. he awoke. and then toms jumped on both of them to make them quiet too.

toms was a cool dude. he was fired from bartending tidbits favorite bar and spent ten years in a hoosegow with Bridewell where he had his back scratched too hard by an elderly lifer.

he was a fan of a detective named Maltese and it made him want to do hero things with his hard body.

striving to be the best was testing to say the least. still. he strove.

to be cont
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