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oached. He was rather a curious-looking Repo Man. Far from being the standard blank-faced, broad-shouldered six-foot-sixer, he was short You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login, white-haired and portly. He was dressed in the garb of a Catholic priest and he bore an uncanny resemblance to the now legendary Spencer Tracy.
He was carrying a bible and a large silver crucifix.
'Big guns up,' he ordered. The big guns went up.
'Water-pistols out.'
'Water-pistols, what?' The stinker on the deck looked uneasy.
'Holy water capsules in.'
'Holy wa - oh no...'
'Inane childish chant.'
The Repo Men armed their holy water-pistols and angled them down at the devil-made-flesh.
'We know who you ar-are. We know who you ar-are,' they chanted in their silly way.
'I'd advise you to say your prayers.' The Spencer Tracy lookalike beamed down at the Anti-Rex. 'But who'd be listening, eh?'
'Barry, I can't see a goshdarn thing.' It was blacker than a coal heaver's codpiece in a Blitz blackout.
'Of course you can't see, chief. You've got your eyes shut.'
'Ah, sure, that would be it.' I cotton on pretty quick to this kind of stuff. 'Why do I have my eyes shut by the way?'
'So you can't see where you're going.'
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