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Yes, Poopoo is my name...Municipal Poopoo. My mom abandoned me when
I was just a turd. I never saw my dad, but I blame him for flushing
me down the toilet.
I'm a detective. My house, my office, is a sespool. I get new
cases everytime, y'see, when "they" flush them down, down into my office.
The bacteria in the sespool are my security system. When a bad turd
comes around, they eat'm up right away.
But when there is a turd with a good case, I take it up personally. Like
once when this old geezer came along and said, "Yo llevo un el gato en mi
pantalones" I knew who he was. He was the old Spanish turd from
a Spanish guy pooping on "their" toilet.
He said, "I need you to find out who pooped me out." So, I helped the
old 15 year-old geezer, by scraping the old poo-skin-layer off of him, he
then tossed his cane and ran around the sespool, screaming, "I'm reborn!"
...Then he broke in half and died. It was a grousome sight.
I wanted to know what happened to the old geezer, after, all I did have to
scrape his hairy poo-skin off...
I went down to the bar, and asked around if anybody knew him. One guy
did. It was the bartender. He said he'd talk, only if I got a
pee from the Septic Tank, so I gave him 15 poo-coins and he gave me a jug
of pee. It had a nice smell, and it had a layer of foam on it, a true
sign it came straight from the septic tank.
"Well, you gonna tell me anything?" I said after a sip of pee. The
bartender rolled around to me and said, "sure. the old geezer just
drank some pee and said he was going to revitalize his body and take a poo-bath."
"hmm..." I thought to myself, "That old geezer should have lived another
5 years..."
It was then, I remembered seeing a sparkle as the old geezar split in half.
Then it came to me. He was assassinated! I recognized the
sparkle as a shiny tooth. The assassin must have been cleaning it for
weeks!
I looked around, looking for any suspicious looking Poos around. That's
when I saw a guy with a tooth-machete. It glimmered in the light.
Just as I made my move, he sliced another piece of poo while he was
running away from me. Poor soul.
Once he got out of the bar, I shot him 5 times with my Poo-ray gun. Then
he was eaten by the bacteria.
Well, that was the best adventure I ever had. All in a days work, of
course.
Bye
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